We have little affection for the holiday. Our first Valentine's day, we broke up before. (The one where Jake and Mighty got together and he gave her nun's orchids in a vase he made. Swoon.)
Our next, we must have been engaged. I have no memory of it. I'm sure it was wonderful.
Last year, Miriam was baptized and we had a great dinner with my Mom and our family. That was fun.
This year, he'll be in Wisconsin on a job interview.
So what to do?
Well, again, flowers seem odd as we're in the middle of a cold snap. A bouquet of icicles, maybe.
Chocolates? Love 'em. Really don't need 'em.
Solution: A subscription to The New Yorker Magazine (plus the free tote bag. score.) A present for both of us. Isn't it romantic?