V-Day(ish)
I have loved not celebrating Valentine’s Day with Dan. It’s never been my favorite and for the first couple of holidays, we didn’t even live in the same time zone. By the time I moved to DC we figured there was no reason to start planning expensive dinners or big romantic gestures (those are more fun when you don’t know they’re coming, right?).
But that didn’t mean we weren’t thoughtful. In fact, we both happened to bring each other dessert and write a card. Dan’s might have been one his best ever. It included a top 10 list of things he liked about me. (Number 2: “When you say ‘I’m on fire!’ and punch the air.’”) He also gave me a mug (sort of an inside joke between us) that said, “I love not camping,” which made me laugh so hard I snorted.

And yes, Dan’s cookie is a pair of boxer shorts.
Hope your Tuesday was love-filled!
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