I wish I was more romantic. I wish I was one of those guys who knew how to go out and get the right gift. I’m not. I don’t. It’s a skillset I sorely lack.
On this Valentine’s Day Helaine and I (and Doppler) exchanged cards. The secret is finding a card someone else wrote that conveys a secret you share.
The past few days Helaine had been hinting about a special Valentine breakfast. This morning it arrived as freshly made Belgian Waffles with warm syrup and mascerated strawberries.
I’m not sure how Valentine’s Day could have started on a better note.