"Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly." -Rose Franken

Valentine's Day is coming to an end, and I have to say I'm a little sad. I really got caught up in the pink and red frilly-ness of this holiday. I've been looking forward to it ever since I bought Scott his gifts at the start of the year. What do I have to look forward to now? I'm not Irish and I don't drink, so March is going to be really boring.

With the 14th being on a Sunday, we decided to celebrate the whole weekend. On Friday, I took Scott ice fishing. This might seem random, but whenever I ask Scott what he wants to do, his default answer is usually that he wants to go ice fishing. Not knowing if he was joking or not, I got tickets to go ice fishing with the school's outdoor activities program. We were cold, and didn't catch anything, but had a lot of fun just being able to SAY we went ice fishing that day.

Saturday I woke up to a note, a bouquet of flowers, sparkling cider and Lindor chocolates. Best husband ever. He also bought be a necklace I've had my eye on from Panache and it matched the dress I wore that night to dinner. We went to The Celler, which is a swanky wine restauarant in Idaho Falls. Apparently it was ranked #1 best restaurant in IF. I know this because Scott did his research to be sure to take me to the best place around. It was very... romantic. Really, there just isn't another word for it! The rest of the night was spent at home... dot...dot...dot...

Today we made dinner out of a bunch of aphrodisiacs we found listed in a magazine. Scott made asparagus with garlic sauce and oysters (all alleged aphrodisiacs) and we had a roast to boot. For dessert, I made lava fudge cakes with strawberries and vanilla ice cream (all the pictures from this weekend can be found on Facebook).

All in all, it was a wonderful Valentine's Day Weekend. Simple.
I think I'm sad the day is over because now I don't have any big excuse to shower Scott with how much he means to me. I don't want to get too personal here, but the world should know that Scott Chapman is my everything. He's my best and truest friend and I love him with every particle of my body and soul. I love him like I love the sky. Sometimes I forget to look up and take in the majesty, but when I do, he's always there to wrap me in the warmth of his sunlight or the protection of his starry eyes. You can call me a cliche or you can call me nieve because I could care less. If you had what I had, you would be writing poetry on flower petals and park benches.