We realize Valentine's Day for the rest of us pales in comparison to Nate's story, but for the sake of catching up on our blog, we're sharing. Tim knows not to send flowers to work. I don't know if I'm necessarily a private person, but I don't like being the center of attention, and receiving flowers at work tends to have that effect. The day before Valentine's Day I was explaining that to a few other co-workers and they agreed with me. I was ready to come home and tell Tim I wasn't the only one who preferred quiet expressions of affection but Tim stole my thunder. I got here to find an entire boquet of roses in a 2 quart camping drink cooler on the dining room table. He said he searched the house for vases and couldn't find any (neither could I, so that mystery is still being solved). It was just different enough to be funny, so I kept them in there instead of putting them in a vase. That night he gave Megan and Joie a rose at their Daddy Daughter Valentine's Dinner for Activity Days. This is a picture of Joie's rose. Her's died first. Megan cared for hers daily, and it lasted the longest. Sadly, I didn't get a picture of mine. However, I do have a letter, written by Tim. I love his letters. He claims to not be a writer, but he made me cry.
The following day (Valentine's Day), I arrived home from work to find "Heart Attack" signs all over the house. Tim left for work a few hours before I came home and had put the girls in charge of Project Heart Attack. They did a great job. There were hearts all over the door, our room, the ceiling, ceiling fan, and every object in our room that had a surface. They exceeded Tim's expectations. The only ones left hanging are the ones on the ceiling fan...up there with all the dust bunnies. I told Megan and Joie if I'd known they were climbing up there I would have given them a duster!
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