Here's a handmade card my beloved gave me one Christmas. The Christmas I may or may not have been dating his best friend. (Yeah, I'm that classy.)
Doesn't the inside scream his secret love for me?
I might add that this lovely card was accompanied by a calendar full of pictures of cows. Which I still have... somewhere.
And here's a classic Valentine's Day card. (I was single at this point, don't worry.)
He had originally put "From your secret admirer" - I'm assuming he decided he wanted credit for the massive bouquet of flowers he had bought me.
A couple weeks and some steamy hand holding sessions later, I got another specially made Birthday card.
I remember laughing that he had to justify the "girly-ness" of the card.
Luckily for him, his holiday cards worked their magic. You might be wondering how on earth he had the audacity to call me a fat, stupid cow... or why on earth I'd be turned on by such.
Simply put, we had junior high syndrome. You know, teasing each other relentlessly. Because we all know that's way easier than actually admitting you like someone. I lovingly referred to him as a stupid refrigerator. I realize that makes absolutely zero sense. But we'll just pretend it was actually a good insult. I have a bag full of about 50 stickers (somewhere) like the one below to prove just how nice we were to each other.
We'd exchange these on almost a daily basis.
And to think it all led to a blissful eternal marriage - in which, it should be noted, that there is no way on God's green earth he'd get away with calling me a big fat cow.
For reals, yo.