Valentine's Day 2006

**Disclaimer**
This might be a long story, but if you stick with it, you might just enjoy it!

Sooo....some of you might already be aware of my sweet boyfriend's disability... to keep a secret. Yes, it is true... sad, but true.

The story began a few months ago when I went to an eclectic home decor store in downtown Greenville called Emporium. I love this store! I fell in love with this gorgeous, giant, hand crafted mirror. I actually was considering buying it when I saw the price tag said $600!!! For a mirror???
Well, Chad and I talked about it, and we decided we could make a mirror similar to it with enough time and patience, but there was no discussion after that.

Then, around Christmas time, I saw a mirror at TJMaxx large enough to put behind my couch and asked Chad what he thought about me buying it. Instead of saying something like, "honey, you shouldn't spend your entire gift card on one thing, get several small things, " he told me he was making me a mirror like the one in Emporium for Valentine's Day. Can you believe that? It was early January and I already knew what my Valentine's Day gift was!

Well, yesterday, Chad was so sweet, and with tears in his eyes, told me he had bumped the mirror in his garage and the glass had shattered. In his rage, he destroyed the rest of it and put the remains in his burn pile. I was so upset, but not that I wasn't getting the gift, but because I knew how hard he'd worked on it... all his time, effort, money, planning etc... and the tears filled my eyes.

We had a wonderful night, truly magical, I put the incident out of my mind. He dropped me off at my house and reminded me that the last gift he had for me was via an email that I should check as soon as I got home. So, he called my cell and reminded me to turn on the computer. I walked into the office, turned the computer on and walked out (to give it time to turn on) All the while, he's asking me, did you turn on your computer yet? Yes, Chad, I just have to wait for it to turn on... Then, because of his impatient prompting, I walked back into my office, and, out of the corner of my eye, I see some large object that doesn't belong... and there it was... the mirror he'd broken! Only, of course, he'd never broken it... he was trying to make up for the fact that he'd spilled the beans, and so, as my dad would kid him, he wouldn't look so "weak!"

What a sweetheart huh? A lying sweetheart :) ha ha... I just can't help but love him!