last year i planned valentines. this year it was his turn...

so we ate steak,

which melted in my mouth.
i think the people behind us were annoyed with my "ooo"ing and "aww"ing...

what he gave me,
(along with chocolate covered strawberries. a new favorite.)


and i made pink champagne.
fitting right?
(virgin of course.)

this man knows the way to my heart.
side note: he didn't want any pics.
so sorry if you're sick of my face.
he avoids the camera like the plague.
and that's my doing
so... double sorry.