Romance, Redefined

Marcus had it all planned out. Flowers (check - gorgeous red roses that are currently the nicest thing in our living room). Nice dinner (well, he tried - the reservation got cancelled when Sophie decided 6 PM was prime fussy time). Me in something other than spit-up stained clothes (success! This pink sweater has only been drooled on once today).

Romance, Redefined

But you know what? Sitting on our couch sharing General Tso’s chicken while our eight-month-old sleeps like an angel in her swing might actually be better than any fancy restaurant. Marcus keeps stealing glances at me like he still can’t believe we’re married, and I keep stealing his spring rolls because pregnancy cravings don’t end just because the baby’s on the outside.

Sophie finally crashed around 7:30, and we’ve got maybe two hours before she’s up again. So we’re calling this Valentine’s dinner, complete with plastic forks and the romantic ambiance of Yo Gabba Gabba still playing quietly in the background. He got me flowers, I got him a baby who’s finally sleeping, and honestly? We’re both winning tonight.