I had set my alarm for 6:30, but my excitement makes me wake up earlier. I get up, put on my fuzzy pink robe, and tip toe into the kitchen to whip up hash browns, french toast with strawberries, and a little yogurt parfait for Fred.
I place all of the food on a breakfast serving tray (a cookie sheet) and carry it into sleepy bed head Fred, who perks at the sight of so much food. He pretends to be surprised, but we both know he could hear me whistling and giggling (clanking and cursing) in the kitchen all along.
Fred leaves for school. When he isn't looking, I slip a Snickers bar into his backpack. I go back to bed for another thirty minutes, then wake up and do some reading.
Fred discovers the Snickers bar, as shown by the following text: "YESSSS!!!!!! Thanks, sweetie pie!!!!!!"
I meet Fred on campus so we can attend a student meeting that's serving free Indian food. FREE INDIAN FOOD! Free Indian food that was 10, then 20, then 30 minutes late, so we grumpily left the meeting to go home to work out and eat vegetable soup.
We pop in a P90X DVD. We're on week three, so we're both pretty buff. Never mind that Fred still has to assist, like, 99% of my weight each time I do a pull-up. Nothing to get in the Valentine's spirit than to hear your husband grunt in pain as he hoists you up into the air so you can attempt a set of pull-ups.
Fred leaves for his next class. On his way out the door, he tells me with a mischievous smile that we'll be having dinner at six o'clock.
Fred sends me a text with a picture of a movie ticket. The ticket is for a 4:15 showing of The Vow, which I've been dying to see because I have a horrible taste in movies. Accompanying the picture text is an audio clip of this song, which Fred and I decided we liked after we heard it in a trailer for The Vow. I've been gushing over this chick flick since before it came out, but knew that we probably couldn't afford to see it until it hit Redbox. Overwhelmed with elation, I text back, "REALLY!*!?!?!?!?!?!!!11!!" and change my outfit to incorporate every pink, purple, and red articles I own.
Fred gets home from class. We decide to walk downtown to the theater. Usually I get huffy and mad when we walk somewhere together because Fred walks faster than average, and I tend to walk slower than average. Our walks are typically filled with me whining, "Wait for meeee. Why won't you just walk with me? Why are you in such a hurry?" Today, I am too excited to mind. I half-sprint with him all the way to the theater.
We're totally the first ones in our theater, so naturally we claim the seats right behind the bar that has no other purpose than to act as a footrest.
End credits roll. We kiss and jokingly say at the exact same time, "Wait, do I know you?" (A joke reference to the movie.)
After a quick potty break for the Mrs., we walk to a new Thai restaurant for dinner. It is the perfect place for us, and the deep-fried cream cheese wontons not only clog our arteries six hundred times over, but they are also really delicious in a I'll-think-about-something-other-than-how-bad-these-are-for-me-as-I-chew-and-swallow way.
We stop at Ben and Jerry's for Fred to get a free ice cream cone.
We arrive home. Fred pulls our bedding into our front room, suggesting that we have a slumber party tonight. I am a huge fan of the idea, of course.
The Phantom of the Opera (the movie) is on, so we watch it while having a little chocolate picnic on our bed. When Raoul sings, "Christine, I lo-o-ove you," Fred says, "That's my favorite part in the whole movie. It makes me teary-eyed. I think it's sweet."
The movie ends. Fred stands up and announces he has another surprise. Then he turns on the song we danced to at our wedding. We dance and, yes, cry a little. We're so mushy. Ew.
We wipe our eyes, blow our noses, and turn on an upbeat song. We dance like goobertons.
The day before, we received a Valentine's card from my mom. Heart stickers were inside the card. We sit on our bed and take turns laughing and putting stickers on each other. We think we're pretty funny.
Nice and warm in the covers, listening to rain and wind outside the apartment, we excitedly chatter about everything under the sun--how Rachel McAdams always finds a way to show off her booty on-screen, how similar we are to the characters in The Vow, how our calves are sore from P90X, how it's crazy to think that we got engaged only one year ago, how we want to hit up all the grocery stores the following afternoon for discount Valentine's candy. Our conversation slows as sleep begins to take us over, and soon we wish each other a happy Valentine's Day and fall asleep with our bodies spotted with heart stickers.