Pretty. Quirky. » My amazing husband http://www.pretty-quirky.com This ain't your mama's vintage Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:54:18 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 My Valentine. http://www.pretty-quirky.com/2010/02/15/my-valentine/ http://www.pretty-quirky.com/2010/02/15/my-valentine/#comments Mon, 15 Feb 2010 18:28:41 +0000 Lara Jo http://www.pretty-quirky.com/2010/02/15/my-valentine/ NOTE: the images in this feed have been downsized or removed for copyright reasons. And because they're frickin' huge. To see them in their unmodified state, please view the original post by clicking here.

I don’t like to brag on my husband too terribly much for two reasons: one, you would not believe me if I told you even half of the wonderful things about him and two, he would get the big head and possibly stop doing all of the things that make him so wonderful, and that would be a real, real shame. Plus,  it is wrong to brag. My beloved grandmother’s quirky warning about this was “Self brag stinks.” SBS. And don’t you ever forget it.

However, sometimes I cannot contain myself. He gave me the most lovely Valentine’s Day present yesterday. Waaaay back in the fall, I coerced him into going into one of my very favorite antique stores in Evanston (Secret Treasures, 605 Dempster Street, it’s AWESOME). There was THE most beautiful McCoy matte white vase (my very favorite collection) in the shape of a heart. I had never seen anything like it. I don’t know why I didn’t buy it right up right then and there, but, for whatever reason, I didn’t…and when I came to my senses a few weeks later, it was gone. Well, guess what I opened yesterday?

He had paid careful attention to me on that shopping trip and gone back — taken the train — and purchased it. He’s been holding on to it since October! Pictured to the right is his Valentine’s Day card, homemade, with his annual Valentine’s Day poem to me. That’s right. He writes me poetry. JEALOUS? He’s been doing it for 17 years now, since we started dating as foolish young college students. He found the vintage Valentine while he was helping me make homemade Valentine’s Day cards last year — and tucked it away because he immediately got an idea for a poem. How many awesome things are contained in that last sentence? He was HELPING ME MAKE VALENTINES and he HAD AN IDEA FOR A POEM.

Sigh. My Valentine rocks.

Hope your day was wonderful!

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