Small Moments=Big Impact

So, Valentine's Day is always supposed to be a big deal. You're supposed to really wow your significant other with luxurious gifts. The bigger the bear, card, flowers, or box of chocolates the better, right? Oh and make sure the restaurant is at least two stars above your normal dining selection. If said criteria is left unmet on Valentine's Day then someone failed at properly celebrating the event. This has never been true for me and not because I couldn't find a chap willing to do that and more. I realized very early in my life that the small things matter most to me. My Husband is the type of man that usually makes a decision on what to get me the day before the occasion. For example, my birthday is Christmas Eve. The Husband usually has a eureka moment on December 23rd. The same is true of anniversaries and oh yes Valentine's Day. But I must admit, although last minute, it's always amazingly the perfect gift. I used to think to myself, "He has it easy. I'm the simplest girl to please". You can buy me some gummy life savers, starburst, and a card and I am over the moon. I think in my simplicity I may actually make it difficult. It's hard to wow someone year after year, 10 years now, with small moments. Well, once again the Husband managed to bring the biggest smile to this little lady's face.

The advent of the cub has seriously changed our dating and outing routine. Heck, our budget too. Thankfully my mother-in-law agreed to watch our little one so we could celebrate Valentine's Day.  The Husband found this small family-owned Mexican restaurant not too far from our house. I LOVE Mexican food. Shout out to the Groupon people. I was excited. Date nights are spread out right now in the Lawrence home, so this was a much needed night out. The food was incredible and we were loving the ambiance. Suddenly, a voice came over the music announcing free Salsa lessons right there in the restaurant in just a few minutes. My insides exploded into Fourth of July fireworks. I have been nagging the Husband to take Salsa lessons. All the Latino blood flowing in his veins and he has an aversion to dancing in public. I mean let's be stereotypical for two seconds....you are Latino. You are supposed to love dancing. I gave him my puppy dog eyes and begged. Useless! He wasn't budging. We continued eating and began laughing as the older couples made it to the dance floor and attempted learning Salsa. I'd settled in my heart that we would not be joining them and continued to enjoy my evening. Well, didn't I tell you my Husband always manages to wow me. Out of nowhere he says let's join them.This small gesture, not luxurious or flashy, meant more to me than anything on any shelf in any store in the world. I knew the internal price he was paying for the smile on my face and believe me I plan to wear this smile proudly.