No, I’m not a romantic. Not the slightest bit. That’s a difficult confession for a romance writer to make on Valentine’s Day, but it’s true.
Another confession: I’m not easy to buy a gift for on Valentine’s Day. The usual offerings of wine, candy or flowers don’t work for me. I don’t drink. I’m diabetic. And the cats eat flowers which necessitates our putting them on the top shelf of the closet. Hard to enjoy them there.
Fortunately, my husband is a romantic—how lucky am I? He constantly amazes me with gifts I never would have thought of. My favorite? A pair of peach-cheeked lovebirds, beautiful creatures who cooed and cooed and rubbed beaks. They also fought and tore the paper on the bottom of their cage into thin strips they threw on the floor and intimidated my parakeet in the other cage. I guess lovebirds must be the predators of the small bird category.
But I loved the thought and they were, truly gorgeous.
What was your favorite Valentine’s Day gift, either to give or to receive?