Woke up early to make Jared a card.
While doing so, CJ managed to invade my bed. He refused to leave.
Jared gave me this. And roses. And CDs. And a million other perfect things, which evoke both gratitude and guilt.
Then we went to Boston to have delicious Chinese at this adorable 50's inspired restaurant. Which sounds/is strange, but it was obviously the best thing in the world.
And then this happened:
I mean, seriously? How am I supposed to not DIE of perfection overload when the cutest boy in the world serenades me with The Decemberists? In conclusion, this was the best night ever/the only Valentine's Day that did not suck. I hope all of you had a lovely day. :)