And so, because he's great, and it's Valentine's Day (and we will be apart) I wanted to steal away and record a little something that means a lot to me.
Last week I walked into my room and saw David sitting at the head of the bed, facing the nightstand, and sorta hunched over. I assumed he was doing something on his phone, I grabbed my magazine and left the room. An hour later I came back and he was still there. Same position. So, I said in the wifey-condescending way I am so good at, "Are you seriously STILL on your phone?" He looked up and I saw a needle and thread in his hands. oops. He hadn't been playing games, there he was stitching up one of my cardigans that had a hole in it. I apologized for being so rude and I told him I was so grateful that he had thought to stitch my cardigan. I thanked him over and over. How nice that he would notice that! But over the course of the week, I realized that he had stitched much more than just my cardigan. He had put a button on a blouse, sewn up a pair of pants that had a few holes, and even a new sock that I received for Christmas had been repaired. All in all, there were about 7 items of my clothing that he fixed for me. I couldn't believe it. First, that he even KNEW which clothing needed repair (it's not like I put them all in a pile, or ever said anything to him about it), and second, that he was so thoughtful to spend his evening doing that.
And so to my David Painter,
I love you.
What a wonderful wonderful gift.
It truly means more to me than 4 dozen roses and a fancy Valentine's dinner.
You are so good to me, and I love you more each year.
All my love,
good luck this week!
(and if you're local, he's accepting dinner invitations haha!)