Last Saturday was one of the better Valentine’s days that I’ve had. Not that we did anything special, like we did on our first Valentine’s day together (romantic bed n’ breakfast getaway on Vancouver Island). We woke up in the morning and Kurt prepared some pancakes from scratch, as he usually does on the weekend. I on my Final Fantasy: The Crystal Chronicles streak was busy shooting up some monsters, so I didn’t come out of the bedroom until breakfast was pronounced ready.

What I saw was a nicely made up breakfast table with heart-shaped pancakes on my plate. Awwwwwwww. It took me a few more moments to notice the shiny purple envelope propped up in the middle of the table. We had said that we were just having dinner to celebrate Valentine’s, and here was a romantic breakfast and a card. Kurtis is so sweet.

Written in the card was one of the most romantic letters I have gotten in my life. And all the other top-ranking ones have been from Kurt, too. Anyway, within minutes I was bawling my eyes out about how great Kurt is and how lucky I am to have him with me. I even had to put the card away during the remainder of breakfast or else I started to tear up again.

After breakfast and some more Final Fantasy fun, we and our massive accumulation of laundry got picked up by Kurt’s dad (Bob) and trucked over to their place in Tuxedo. I stayed at the house while Kurt drove Jared and the ‘rents to the airport. As I blogged about before, I had some interesting, sudden naps between then and 8:30pm. Our dinner reservation was at 9:15pm at this place called Fude. We both got dolled up for our Valentine’s date and set off in the -30 degree weather.

We had been to Fude a few weeks before and had really amazing NY steak (him) and Manitoba-fusion nasi-goreng (me). If you ever visit Winnipeg (it’s nice, really!) this is a must-eat-at restaurant. I got the Wine Sampler, where you get 3 2oz. glasses of wine to slosh around with dinner. Kurt was driving so only had a couple glasses of Cabernet-Sauvignon…though I did have to discourage him from getting the half-litre serving that he wanted (cough, lush).

Ahh…gotta drive home before our rock-climbing tonight…will write later tonight.

Book in my bag: Enchantment (Orson Scott Card)
Song in my head: Nothing, for a change
Boy in my heart: Kurtis