My husband gave me two official Valentine's Day gifts last night: a pair of red mittens (amazingly, I had almost bought myself a pair of red mittens at the airport on Saturday, while waiting for my flight home--just goes to show how well he knows me!) and a book by an author I just discovered whom I really like.
Bu there was another gift that he gave me and I'm sure he doesn't realize how important it was to me: Now, when he's down in the basement watching wrestling on TV (he got addicted to late-night wrestling while he was doing his Master's degree--go figure) or football or whatever, he hops on the elliptical trainer and does a little workout. I've made a few gentle suggestions to this effect over the years, but now he's finally doing it. He couldn't make me happier!
What did I give him? Two books, one on how to cook various kinds of meat and the other on spirits. He's a real foodie.