I got back into town last night just in time to cool my heels for two and a half hours in the Little Rock Airport waiting for my mom’s plane to arrive from Minneapolis.  By the time we got home it was 1 am, and Valentine’s Day had already started.

And it had.

Waiting for me on the kitchen table were flowers in a vase, an enormous heart-shaped box of chocolate, and TWO cards.  One from each of my favorite men.  But this wasn’t the best part.

 My house.  Was.  IMMACULATE.

Top to bottom.  Floors vaccumed.  Beds made.  Dishes washed.  Counters scrubbed.  Clothes put away.

I had been a bit stressed because my business trip meant I didn’t have time to clean my house for my mom’s visit.  If you know my family history with domestic cleanliness, you would understand the degree of consternation this engenders.  Let me put it this way – the smell of Pine-Sol is nostalgic for me.

I actually had tears in my eyes.

Tomorrow, my mom will get some serious Harry-time, while Kris and I will get some serious “adult” time.  Picnic dinner from Fresh Market.  Wine in the hotel room.  Breakfast in bed.

It’s like Christmas.  Only much sexier.