My favorite Valentine’s Day experience was two years ago. My husband told me that instead of going out he was going to do something special. He said I had to wait upstairs, and he’d come and get me when he was ready. From the sounds of pots banging and the scents coming up the stairs, I knew he was cooking for me. An hour later I was called downstairs to find a beautiful dinner … and my three pre-teens dressed about and acting as our wait staff and our entertainment! It was a great evening and one I’ll never forget!
Now it’s your turn. What was your favorite Valentine’s memory?!