I posted that and then took off to do the errand I had been going to do when he was getting out of his car and I was about to get in mine: I went to Nordstrom’s and bought him some chocolate truffles (shhh, don’t tell on me yet).
And came home to find out he’d gone to See’s and bought *me* some chocolate truffles and, somewhere else, some Valrhona cocoa for my morning mugs. They were sitting on the table waiting for me when I got home–he’d beaten me back.
I love that man.
(Edited to add up here: I used to tell my husband he didn’t need to do the big-bunch-of-roses-on-Valentine’s thing, I’m not so much a roses person anyway. His reaction was that he was being a good example to his sons of how they ought to treat their future wives.
So I said to him a couple of weeks ago, this will be the first Valentine’s with no kids around; you don’t have to do me the big roses thing.
So he brought me a small roses thing. Knowing I would instantly crack up. And I did.)