|Breakfast in bed - Be still, my heart!|
The most romantic thing I ever heard was from my brother who told me how he explained to his long time girlfriend why he would not be proposing to her on their vacation to Paris after a friend had planted the idea that it was a possibility. He explained that he didn't want trips to Paris to be something "special," something out of the ordinary for them, but rather have traveling be a part of their regular lives, and in so many words, that romance be a part of their everyday, not something they look forward to.
Mike and I don't really celebrate Valentine's Day, often opting to stay in and skip the dinner crowds. But usually there is a handwritten note or card. Sometimes there have been flowers or cookies, but mostly we treat it like a footnote, a post-it on the refrigerator to make sure we are keeping it all in check. And when I say "it," I mean romance. And yes, sometimes we have to work at it or remind each other when an overture is due.
In short, a note, a reminder that I am loved when I least expect it takes the cake over any Valentine's Day Celebration.