A Little Bit Lovesick

Last Saturday was the ever-dreaded Single's Awareness Day. I say ever-dreaded because it always has been....at least for me. This year was different. It's the first time I've ever been in a relationship during Valentine's Day and I must say I was a little excited about the change of pace. I had the day off work and so did Frederick. I was sure something fun and exciting was planned behind my back. I, as usual, was correct :] and to Freddy's credit, I did underestimate him. First I need to rewind to Friday night. I was working with Clare and Abby during Scrap-Mania, a nearly all night extravaganza full of women with large black rolling cases, embellishment jars, and a whole lot of laughs. When I arrived at work, I was feeling slightly ill. I'd had a pretty scratchy throat all day and a pounding headache. I brushed it off as I'm prone to get migraines on busy days and sore throats have been my trademark since I was barely walking. Nevertheless, by the end of the night I felt like I was swallowing knives while someone hit me in the back of the knees with a baseball bat. It was bad. Fred picked me up around eleven thirty, dragged me up the stairs to my apartment, gave me some medicine, and made sure I got to bed at a decent hour. I slept like a rock. I can't remember the last time I fell asleep that fast and snoozed that hard. I woke up around one the next afternoon with Frederick nowhere to be found and a huge vase of pink gerber daisies and lillies, a homemade card, and a tin of Dove chocolates sitting on my desk. I knew he was up to something. He then walked in and told me to hurry and get ready so we could head out. Where were we going? Downtown Salt Lake City. We stopped in American Fork to eat at a new bakery cafe, one of my favorite spots for lunch. It was delicious while we were there, but once the time for dinner reservations at a hibachi place rolled around, my stomach was turning cartwheels. I felt like the freeway was an ocean wave and I was in need of some serious Dramamine. The rest of the evening progressed and I felt steadily worse. I spent the hours from eight at night to four in the morning throwing up and watching the room spin. Seasick? No, no, no. More like "lovesick"! We didn't take any pictures due to my health conditions, but I did snap a few of the flowers, card, and my very own Valentine :] thanks for reading and Happy Love Day to all of you!