Embracing the Moments #3

I have been looking forward to having the opportunity to sit in front of the computer and type today's post. After this amazing weekend that I was able to spend with Corey, I couldn't wait to share this Monday's Embracing the Moments "love" post.

This past Friday the kids and I had enjoyed an active day and I was worn out. I was wearing an old gray fitted t-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes, and my hair was sloppily pulled up in a bun. I was comfortable; I am not one of those moms that vacuum their house & clean in high-heels. The kids had been playing hard and had were gladly sporting the remnants of the day's adventures as if the dirt on their clothes were a medal of honor around their neck. We were all happy when we saw Corey's headlights pull into the driveway and we were ready to go eat a quick bite and I was looking forward to rushing back home and putting the kids to bed somewhat early so that I could hopefully watch a movie that I had picked up from Blockbuster with Corey afterwards. Little did I know that Corey had other plans and he was not sharing ANY info.

As I was being tortured by him. Seriously him holding out on me felt like torture. I was definitely not in any shape to go to a nice restuarant, nor did I want to see anyone... I looked awful and I probably didn't exactly smell like roses after rolling around on the ground with the kids earlier that afternoon. My two year old loves football so we had a miniature version of spring training in the backyard. So anyway, Corey wouldn't tell me anything except that I needed to grab another shirt... one a bit nicer and some other shoes, but I was not allowed to put them on yet.

When we slowly approached my sister-in-laws home, I discovered that she was going to be watching the kids. As I handed her two pull-ups I apologized and told her that I hoped that we wouldn't be gone long. I'm so used to being the one that makes sure that everyone's needs are met and taking care of all the details that I was finding it hard to relax and let go. Still in the dark, I reached out for Corey's hand... just needing to feel his touch so that I could relax and know that everything would be okay. As he held my hand I slowly began to melt into my seat and began to get excited about spending some time with him without whining and two little monkeys all over us. (Don't get me wrong, I love this, but I love spending time with Corey on an adult only date too).

The car soon began to slow down and everything began to come into focus. Last year for my birthday, he had given me a beautiful card with a "coupon" in it to eat at a certain restuarant and stay overnight at a particular hotel. So when we pulled into this parking lot I knew exactly what he had in mind. I was so excited then the "planning mom" in me began spinning out of control. Honey, what about the kids, they don't have clothes, they don't have toothbrushes, I don't have clothes, I don't have a toothbrush, etc...etc. And there was one OTHER little thing that I had done for him for valentine's THE NEXT DAY that would inhibit us from enjoying TONIGHT. My body needed some healing time. :-) I so bad wanted to plan for this so I could make it perfect for him too. Ugh I felt terrible.

I was up in the room while he was getting things out of our vehicle to bring upstairs, smelling the most aromatic roses. They were beautiful. As I was smelling the roses I knew that I had to concede, after all this was HIS gift to me. I am so used to making everything about someone else that I seem to have a hard time just sitting back & letting someone do for me without somehow trying to do something for them. I love to give to others, but I'm not very good at receiving... obviously. I had my nose deep in the bouquet as he reentered the room.

A little embarrassed for getting busted I exclaimed, "Honey you HAVE to smell these roses they are amazing." The look he gave me let me know that he was still a little hurt that I was so worried about the details and in an attempt to change the subject & lighten the mood, I went on about how I couldn't believe that they put fresh flowers in the room. I was thinking that had to really cost the hotel quite a bit to supply them for all their guests. (Leave it to me to turn beautiful flowers into an economical thought). I then went on to remark how they really did a great job of tying the bouquet into the room's decor & paintings. I was so excited about staying in such a beautiful room. It was at that moment that he let me in on another little secret. HE brought the flowers. Earlier that afternoon he rushed over to the hotel and brought in a bouquet for the sitting area, a single rose for our bed, and the best part... chocolate covered strawberries. It was at that moment that I thought that I was in heaven. He had really gone above & beyond to make this evening so special and I honestly didn't want to forget a single moment.

The entire thing was so sweet and comical. All throughout dinner we replayed the beginning of the evening and laughed. We laughed about how we were both disappointed because we both just wanted to please each other. We knew if that is the root of discourse between us then we are REALLY lucky to have such a wonderful marriage. The entire dinner and evening with Corey felt like a fairytale. I enjoyed every moment of it and most definitely felt loved.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

I would love to hear your valentine's story, please link up if you would like to share!!!