I can wax lyrical about how much I adore practical gifts and how romance on Valentine's Day is overrated, but at the end of the day I'd be a total hypocrite if I didn't admit that I SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'd when The Gentleman surprised me with flowers yesterday. Tulips. My favorite.
Because sometimes, you find a perfectly impractical gift that's meant to be nothing more than beauty to be a powerful statement about how well someone knows you, deep down. The deep down part of you that cries at antidepressant commercials and takes pictures of sunsets and sometimes thinks Taylor Swift might be a really great lyricist. OK, not the last part. But seriously - what an awesome surprise. And they smell delicious.