David and I celebrated our 9th Valentine's Day together this year. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little since we were broken up for a few Valentine's Days, but even then we made a point to at least see each other or send a card. We never go out to dinner on the actual night of Valentine's in fear of chocolate toting teeney bopper mobs. This year we went to a cozy, dimly lit restaurant in Lubbock called Manna Bread and Wine. The Maitre d' gave us the corner table and the food was divine. We even had our own little cherub hovering over our heads.
I am so blessed to have this man for a husband. He is wise, kind, and sacrificial. I couldn't ask for a better mate for life.