This year, my husband and I celebrated Valentine’s Day like a boring mom and dad, instead of dreamy eyed lovers. Earlier in the day, our son had his wisdom teeth extracted, so we spent the evening dishing out ice cream and keeping him off social media. There’s nothing worse than a woosy – tipsy teen who thinks it’s a good idea to post updates on Instagram.
But no matter how mundane the celebration, it was still better than the year I gave my husband the absolute worst Valentine’s Day gift ever.
After a few unusually stressful months of crazy schedules, I realized Valentine’s Day was approaching and decided to surprise my husband with something we could both enjoy. See what I did there? I played the game of getting a gift for “him,” and making sure it was something I’d like too.
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