I am not a fan of Valentine’s Day.
I adore my husband, have plenty of romantic feelings toward him, and love to celebrate anything with a date or weekend away whenever we get the chance. But I would prefer to not fight the entire world for a table on those occasions. And Valentine’s just feels so contrived…I don’t want to feel the pressure that I MUST be able to post a picture of my beautiful bouquet on Facebook on the 14th day of February every year or have people message me to inquire worriedly about the state of my marriage.
I’m a rebel. What can I say.
But when we received this in the mail…well…it just changed how I felt about the holiday.
Such original words – I would absolutely cherish them forever! So well-written and from the heart! And even better that the last letter of my husband’s name couldn’t fit – Christophe sounds like my exotic French husband – or an Ice Peddler from the north mountains who never takes baths and learns about love from trolls.
But they did not fail to sell their unbelievably exquisite jewelry. The ultimate gift. It doesn’t get any better than this, guys. Your wife told you she wanted a weekend away from the kids, or perhaps just a thorough vacuuming out of her car? Nah – she’d rather have The Perfect Sentiment closest to her heart.
I sure hope Christophe takes the hint.
I wanted to be prepared if he did buy me the perfect gift, so I did some intensive shopping to find him just as special of a gift.
And I did just that.
I MEAN. Can you imagine how awesome we would look on our Valentine’s Date, me with my Christophe necklace and him in his $150 gunmetal leggings? Oh. My. Gosh.
If Birmingham had gossip pages, Christophe and I would most definitely make them.