Rome 2010
loveheart cookie mcwashere glogster
The issue that I take is the cookie-cutter feel of a dozen red roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. As with almost everything in my life, I want it different. I count myself lucky beyond measure to be married to my best friend, and to share with him many of the same tastes and opinions. (Except maybe when it comes to 80's music and sarsparilla) This means that I can be certain he'll never rely on the tried-and-tested Valentines favourites. One year it was a trip to a day spa (heaven!), once a voucher for a deep relaxation massage. There's usually a drawing or a painting, or a terribly mis-spelled and daggy poem. (He has a degree in fine arts, so his art should be better than his poetry)
I'm not bragging, I promise!
We can own our gift-giving, even on such clearly prescribed celebratory days as this, especially if the gift is a shared experience. I say no more red roses! Unless of course that's the one thing that your sweetie will swoon for.
These sound dreamy to me...
- A row on a lake with Django Reinhardt playing, and a nice bottle of red
- Make a bed picnic with a big tub of cookies and cream icecream
- Sit on your favourite beach and watch the sun come up
- Go out dancing together until your head is whirling
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