"Can you get a Valentine's Day card for my husband?" I asked.
"Are you serious?" Sarah asked.
"I'm very serious. Grab whatever card you can and I'll make it work," I said and hung up the phone.
Sarah arrived 30 minutes later with the second to last card in the store. She teased me for waiting until the last second to get a card. And then teased me even more for having her pick it out. But with two young children of her own, Sarah certainly empathized.
It's not surprising that just weeks after having my third child, a romantic Valentine's Day would be the furthest thing from my mind. But I still wanted to find some way to acknowledge my husband on the day dedicated to love, even if it required a little help from my friends.
I had actually been thinking about what to get my husband, Norm, for a few weeks. During nap times and late night feedings, I scoured the internet trying to find the perfect gift - something he didn't already have. And then it hit me.
What he really needs and truly deserves is some time for himself. So I arranged three different activities - a day of golf with his friend, a sports massage, and a boys night out in downtown. I made three certificates and then put them in the Valentine's card that my friend, Sarah, picked out.
My husband's face lit up when he saw the three coupons I had made describing his golf, massage and night out. He laughed when I told him that Sarah had picked out the card. Romantic? Not Exactly. Appreciated? Absolutely.
For dinner on Valentine's night, I pulled left overs out of the freezer. My husband and I sat in front of the TV to watch an episode of our favorite show, CSI.
"Happy Valentine's Day," I said to my husband as we clanked our soda cans together. Just as we were about to take a sip, our 6 week old starting crying and our oldest, Josie, got out of bed for a glass of water.
"Happy Valentine's" my husband said as he gave me a kiss and got up to check on the baby and get Josie a glass of water. Romantic? Not Exactly. Appreciated? Absolutely.