Romantic coincidence

W. and I celebrated Valentine's day quietly at home.  He got me a book I wanted, and I got him some fancy French-style chocolates and chocolate-making lessons at a nearby chocolatier.

He watched a movie I selected because I thought he would enjoy it, namely The Illusionist. I haven't told him yet that I actually fell asleep between the time he started in with the show with the apparitions and the time Paul Giamatti's character figures things out in the final scene. (Usually W. is the one to fall asleep and the one to pick the movies.)

We shared some chocolates and gave each other the exact same card with the exact same sentiment.  Awwww.