James is a busy boy these days and I knew I couldn't/shouldn't expect much for Valentines.
There was simply no time for him to plan and execute.
So I told him that all I wanted was a love letter.
I knew it just wasn't nice to expect more.
Sunday evening rolled around and my CEO called.
He invited us to a Lakers game and dinner with him and his wife.
I am so lucky to work for the company that I do.
It was an offer we couldn't refuse.
We rarely go to L.A. and I often forget how fun that city is in the evening.
We went to dinner at The Palm across from the Staples Center.
Very tasty to say the least.
Then, it was off to the game.
Our seats were amazing and the company was even better.
It was our first Lakers game and we relished in the whole scene.
As I have been told, a Lakers game is much more than a basketball game.
We thoroughly enjoyed scoping out the front row for celebrities.
But my husband was sorely disappointed that we didn't get on the kiss cam.
That boy has never wanted to kiss me in public so badly.
He hammed it up trying to get the camera to take notice.
Sadly, we left as kiss cam virgins.
James had a good laugh with Steve, saying he called in the nick of time
because he had nothing planned for the holiday of romance.
But - he gave me that love letter.
And that was all I wanted.
We exchanged our notes and I couldn't have been more happy.
As much as I love all of the holiday hub bub
nothing says romance like a hand written love note.