I know it isn’t quite Valentine’s Day, but it’s on my mind. My guess is because I was at the store yesterday and it was a mass of red and pinks. I think I passed three aisles of chocolates, cards, stuffed animals, and random products that were supposed to pass as possible gifts.
That got me thinking about my favorite Valentine’s gift. Before I take you back to the mid-1990’s, let me share some backstory.
My husband and I have been married 21 years, and since the day he wanted to ask me out he’s been teased about his vocation. For 20 years he was a programmer, but recently he’s moved into training clients how to use his employer’s products. It’s a noble profession, but when he asked me out, our families were on a joint camping trip.
He arrived with a disk in his shirt pocket.
He’s never lived that down, but his nerdy ways have not only provided for us, he’s bailed me out more than once. Just last week he resurrected my website, a project that took eight hours and was caused by a plugin.
But I digress.
We had a Valentine’s where he put his programming skills to work and surprised me. I noticed he’d been on his computer more than usual, and didn’t say much when I asked what he was up to. The day arrived, and he handed me, yep, a disk.
He set the program up for me and it was a compilation of our times together. It was animated and showcased that camping trip, his proposal, and our prayers for our future. I loved it. I knew the time he put into it, and I knew customized romantic gestures were out of his comfort zone. The trouble was, he is a perfectionist with his work. He notices every detail in the back end of website design, and he’ll find something to tweak in all his work. No one else would notice, but he does. It’s often why there were times he doesn’t go to bed until 3.
He was so disappointed with it, he destroyed it. As an author, I understand. To him, it was a rough draft and he felt he could do better. As a wife, I was heartbroken. I loved his heart and how much work he put into it.
These days he will surprise me with flowers, always giving one from the bouquet to our daughter. We usually go out to dinner, sometimes with the kids. But my favorite memory will be of that computer program documenting our love story.
My second favorite memory is greeting my now-husband at a campground, where he was wearing a pocket shirt that had a computer disk inside.
How about you? What’s a favorite Valentine celebration you enjoyed?
Have you read any romances with a nerdy hero or heroine?