My Valentine

I shall forewarn that this post is about mushy, lovey, Valentine's day feelings. If you can not digest it, then you might want to skip on until the next couple of weeks when I shall post again.

My valentine drives this truck. It makes him kind of hunkey. Hunkie? Hunk-e? Hunki? Hunkee?  Is hunkey even a word? If not, then this post is going downhill fast.

This is my other Valentine. It makes him a cutie, fluffy, 'lil buddy.

Farmboy is a man of very few words, and those very few words that he chooses to grace my ears with are usually not said in the most appropriate ways. Let's take Valentine's Day.
Thursday night:

      Farmboy: I've got a surprise for you tomorrow night.

 

      Me: Oh ya?

     Farmboy: Yep and I'm not letting you know nothing.

    Me: Where are we going?

   Farmboy: Springfield, but that's it.

Friday:

   Farmboy's Sister: Did Adam tell you where you are going?

  Me: Nope.

  Farmboy's Sister: He told me and I'm pretty impressed

  Me: Oh really??? Am I getting new boots?

     ( I really want a new pair of Cowboy boots)

 Farmboy's Sister: No, but you will like it.

Friday Night:

  Scene: Farmboy is at home and waiting for me for me to get home which happens......like never!

  Farmboy: About time you got home

 Me: I'm hurrying, what should I wear?

    

 Farmboy: Whatever

    (Alex,  I will take useless answers for 200 hundred please. Thanks)

Me: OK, I will be right out.

We leave our place in the woods and start our venture to the metropolis of Springfield. On the way I start asking questions.

Me: Give me a hint.

Farmboy: It starts at 8:00

Me: OK, where are we eating supper?

Farmboy: Fazilios', but I still have to find the place.

Me: You dont' know where it is at?

Farmboy: Yes.

Me: Is it at the Juanita K Hammonds.

Farmboy: Yes

Me: Is is Beauty and the Beast?????

Farmboy: Yes

And I was blown away with amazement that I actually asked Farmboy of something 6 months ago and he remembered and he bought tickets and he quit work early all for me! His Valentine. He REALLY does love me!! We then ate at McDonald's because it took longer get to the city than anticipated and took our seats in the mezzanine, which I believe is the theater lingo for nose-bleed seats.

We were quite a ways up there. We settled in our seats and the man of few words speaks

Me: How did you remember that I wanted to see this?

Farmboy: Well actually last night I stumbled across it on the Internet and remembered you said something about it.

Yep, that's my Valentine. But the show was amazing and I loved every minute of it. The lights, the orchestra, the props. Everything looked so real.

I am hooked! I want to go see another show, and another, and another. I hope Farmboy keeps running across whatever it was he saw that triggered the part in his brain that says "this will make my wife happy"

On Monday, the pressure was on for me. I wanted to do something equally as impressive as Beauty and the Beast and as the old saying goes "You get a man thru his stomach" rings true in our house.

Me: What do you want for Valentine' day? I will cook you anything you want.

Farmboy: Meatloaf

Me: Really?? Meatloaf you don't want steak, or anything else?

Farmboy: Nope, Meatloaf.

So that is what we had. Meatloaf, rolls with honey butter, corn, cesar salad, and homemade chocolate sheet cake with strawberries. I personally believe it was the best meal I have ever ate. I did hear the words that every wife wants to hear "This is almost as good as mom's". (SCORE!) We ate on my good dishes that has only seen the outside of the hutch twice since we have been married.

I told Farmboy that we are eating at 6:45 sharp and I wanted him cleaned up and free from the smell of manure, oil, fuel and wet dog. So he pulls in right after me from work and I was so excited until....

Farmboy: I have to run to town and get a part.

Me: What?

Farmboy: It will only take a minute and I have to get it, I promise I will be home in time for supper.

Me: And cleaned up?

Farmboy: Yes and cleaned up.

I had my doubts but he disappeared before I could object much more and I went to work getting supper on the table. He stayed true and was home and showered in time for supper and he even brought his "part" to the table.

He drove all the way to town just to get me chocolate-covered strawberries!!

Me: What is this?!?! You didn't have to do that.

Farmboy: You said you wanted some, so I got you some. I was going to get you eight, four of each but that was going to be like $25 in strawberries and that is ridiculous.

Oh! I almost forgot! One last Valentine's Day conversation for you.

Me: I got a beautiful bouquet of pink roses and you even signed the card!

Farmboy: Yea, when I got your birthday flowers (back in January) I asked if I could go ahead and sign a Valentine's Day card so I wouldn't have to worry about it. They had to go and find one, they hadn't even got them out yet!

And ladies and gentleman that is my valentine. I never have to worry about what he is thinking, I never have to worry where I stand with him and I wouldn't have it any other way. *sigh* He is all mine....