On a stormy February 13 evening several years ago, my husband asked me what I wanted for a Valentine’s gift.
Without hesitating, I replied, “A homemade card.”
I knew the request was simple and easy-the thoughtful gift to request.
“What do you want?” I asked. Facing a busy day and I secretly hoped he’d ask for a big, wet kiss that would melt him at the knees.
“I’d like a homemade red velvet cake,” he replied.
“Delivered to work?” I volunteered.
“That would be great!”