Roses, chocolate, and cheese

Outside the office, there are still men who make me believe that not all hope is lost.

At around 11:00pm, H calls to ask how my day went and to say goodnight. We talk for a bit then I go back to work. (Yes, work. I was home though.) At midnight, my phone rings again. "Happy Valentine's Day!" says H, who's supposed to be in bed. "I have a surprise for you."

And I find him outside my house with a bunch of huge roses.

We're cheesin' it up today, and I love him for it.

I walk into the house and my bleary-eyed mom hands me her little Valentine gift--a heart-shaped chocolate lolly. Yum.

Am I lucky or what?