Our first Valentine's Day, Jeff and I agreed we didn't need to battle the crowds at a restaurant or exchange gifts or do anything expensive. Yet he shocked me with his simple yet romantic gestures that evening. He brought me into my bathroom, glimmering with candlelight, and I saw my bathtub filled with bubbles. He instructed me to relax for twenty minutes while he cooked us dinner. I soaked in the luxurious water and when I got out Jeff did the most amazing thing. He wrapped me in a towel right out of the dryer. It was warm and soft and that small detail was so incredibly thoughtful, I was floored. It really was a Valentine's Day filled with love.
Our last Valentine's Day together, I had been working at MTV for a few months. The joke at the office was, "Is Sascha really married, or is she just making it up?" because no one had met Jeff. He didn't go to any parties or come out for after-work drinks or stop by for lunch, like the other significant others often did. I wanted my coworkers to meet Jeff and see that I did in fact have a husband, and he was charming and adorable, and I wanted that producer who had jokingly asked me if I was happy at home to see that I was happy at home. I wanted the assistant who was selling me grams to know that just because I did the occasional blow didn't mean I wasn't in a good marriage. So I asked Jeff, as a special Valentine's present to me, could he please come pick me up at MTV for lunch, meet some of my coworkers, and bring me pretty flowers so I could have them on my desk to remind me of his affection.
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