I hope you had a lovely 14th of February, however you spent it and whomever you were with.
The hubby and I ended up celebrating last night, which isn’t something we always do. But some other plans got canceled and we’ve been meaning to go on a date for a while, so we took advantage of the open evening and decided to check out Dumpling Darling, a new restaurant not far from us.
Patience is a virtue I only sometimes possess, so I loved that we weren’t fighting the Valentine’s crowds. We got a dumpling flight, which let us sample all their steamed dumplings. To my surprise, my favorite was the kimchi dumpling, although all of them were delicious. We debated trying the dessert dumplings, but in the end decided in favor of Molly’s Cupcakes, which is right across the street. The hubby got a German chocolate cupcake; I had a peach cobbler one. Since the dumplings were not particularly filling, it was the perfect end to the meal.
All other things aside, I’m in love with those cupcakes. Heavenly.
It we’d stopped here, it might have gone down as our most traditional Valentine’s Day in years. We’d gone to dinner early, though, and had time to kill. Our post-cupcake destination is a place we love dearly, but very few people would consider romantic: REI. We left with a similarly-beloved-but-not-romantic present for me: my own Wahoo Kickr Snap bike trainer.
Of course, you could argue that the second Kickr Snap is an instrument for marital felicity. No more do the hubby and I have to argue over who gets the trainer first; like toddlers, it seems that we only want to use it when the other one is already planning on doing so, and we have literally raced each other to get our leg over the bike on occasion. How many people can say they were gifted the end to a recurring argument for Valentine’s Day?
We rearranged the living room last night to accommodate both trainers, where they have displaced our couch and will stay until we move in a couple weeks – I can’t wait to have space for both trainers AND the couch! And so, Valentine’s Day evening found us both pedaling away, headphones in and not particularly pleased with each other. (I didn’t have the trainer set up to my satisfaction and was not impressed with the subsequent workout. In turn, the hubby was unimpressed with me. I’m going to be magnanimous and say we both had a point.)
It’s an evening that would have horrified several of my girlfriends, and I can only hope they spent their Valentine’s Day in a way that brought them joy. That said, it’s no less fair to put down my unconventional enjoyment than it would be to demean a day filled with flowers and chocolates and wine.
True love is about being yourself, about understanding each other, and about finding ways to make each other happy. Tonight, our love was an hour sweating four feet apart from each other and an order to stop complaining. And honestly, I might appreciate that even more than cupcakes.