I must brag on my husband for a minute: Telfer has come a very long way since the Valentine’s Day we were engaged (seven years ago). He had to wait fondue tables that Valentine’s Day, and I think he figured if he had to work, then the day did not exist. Now, I am definitely not one of those women who need flowers, candy and gifts but you know, I think at least a card is in order. That day, absolutely nothing. Not a phone call, a card, a lone hershey’s kiss.
Witness seven years later. We’re calling this the trifecta of Valentine’s gifts:
My bearded Valentine with wrapping on his head.