Valentine’s this year was on a Sunday. We’d both been busy for weeks, but decided that this day, this one day that either a martyr or a greeting card company had decided was love’s birthday, would be just for us…

We made the reservation, we bought the gifts, we kept the secrets. There were special outfits, new haircuts, breakfast in bed, flowers, couples massage, shortbread. Everything you could imagine. It was going to be perfect. Right?

The breakfast was burned, the coffee was spilled.
The flowers sold out, our order unfilled.

The outfits got wrinkled and stained by the coffee.
Massage oil was freezing, our hairstylist bossy.

I bought fancy wine, I got a new hat.
The vintage was corked, my head was too fat.

The new restaurant on the block is exquisite.
But not even one bit prepared for our visit.

No dinner, and date night was totally through.
Defeated, we crawled home to bed.
We opened the shortbread, in terrible moods,
One bite and “I love you,” we said.

Thanks for reading! We hope your weekend was more enjoyable than our rhyming couples’, and that we can be a part of your Valentine’s Days for many years to come.