And he did what no-one had ever done before.He showed me it was worth a little effort, this thing called love.
And that it was far more fun to give than to receive.
That said, I adored receiving five long-stemmed red roses while visiting Italy together nine years ago when February 14 came around. We were in a town just outside Venice (called Mestre I believe) at a quaint little hotel just off a piazza. My man snuck off early to do something massively out-of-character: put his heart on his sleeve and buy flowers! Mr Incredible's italian was very basic, and he wasn't game to argue with the florist when the number of blooms came in one below that anticipated. We laughed and I fell even deeper in love.
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I don't get flowers often and I don't worry about that - the memory of that posy is enough. And now these two also own my heart...
Of course the mushrooms on toast that I got for Valentine's Day this morning were a fabulous expression of love. At this very moment my tummy loves Mr Incredible to bits.
