We had wonderful plans for today. We were going to get lunch at this lovely little Greek place in town, then spend the whole afternoon and evening alternating between watching movies together, cuddling, and having lots of sex. Because of medication, we haven't had much, so we were going to make this a sort of celebration of the fact that I'm gaining my sex-drive back, and a celebration of our relationship.
Instead, I got a bad case of bronchitis. I may or may not also have Mono (I'll find out later this week). I'm only truly coherent for short stretches (like now). So instead, for Valentine's Day he got me a dozen red roses and a big "I love you" balloon, and he cuddled beside me on the couch all day. Crazy as it sounds, it was one of the most romantic Valentine's Days I've ever had, because really, he's already living the vows we've started to talk about: in good times and bad... in sickness and in health.