As you know I’m sick as a dog. Hate that I’m sick on V-day. I feel ever so unlady like, snoring through the night, missing my daily shower cuz my body feels too weak and too cold. I feel terrible cuz I feel terrible. And I feel terrible cuz I look terrible.

If we were just dating, I could run away to my own abode, without risking that you’d have to see me like this. At my worst. I’d like to pretend that love is this pretty thing, that I can always be this enthusiastic, pretty little thing.

But I’m sneezy, and my throat feels like fire. And I have no conversation to give you. All I want to do is eat cuz it’s the only time my throat doesn’t feel like fire, which makes me feel even more terrible.

Plus my to do list is getting ahead of me. And you KNOW how I am when I can’t check things off. unaccomplished, non productive? That is where I put my value and worth. Please forgive me.

I woke up this morning and cried when I saw you had left me a Valentine’s Day card. I read it and wept. Because some days, days like this, even in the midst of my feeling like absolute crap, you somehow make my day. I feel like the most blessed woman in the world. I cried. I blew my nose, I fell back asleep.

And then the doorbell rang and rang and rang and rang. And I got up and went to the door. AFRAID. I peeked out the window, didn’t recognize the manly boots and stood frozen at the door. I tiptoed to the bedroom, turned on the tv to watch who could possibly be in our driveway. The man went back to his vehicle. But didn’t leave!

When I tiptoed back to the front door. I cried again. I’m such a mess. You had flowers and chocolate delivered to the house. You had to switch locations cuz you thought I’d be at work today, but I was home.

Hubby, I love you. Thank you for choosing me.

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