Having been married to the most unsentimental, unromantic man for 28 years I have learned not to expect anything from him on these very high profile sentimental holidays. However the past 4 out of 5 years he has taken it upon himself to have supper almost ready when I come home from work on Valentine's Day. It is much appreciated on my part and I often wonder if he does this so I won't expect to be taken to a restaurant on this day. He hates restaurants, hates eating in public, hates waiting for a table or waiting for food. I really can't blame him. Being diabetic is a balancing act on a good day and to have such a big unknown like 'when will I eat' is hard to deal with. I know a few have witnessed this first hand and I can tell it shakes them up to see him get pale, grey, sweaty and shaky. Believe me, it isn't fun for him either and that's a big reason why he prefers to just stay home. It's easier to have control over when the carbs and proteins and insulin will hit your system when you're at home.Anyway, he told me at lunch today that he was going to look for some nice walleye in town to fry and I knew there would be potatoes and a vegetable (his favorite) and he also added stuffing. Not sure why we needed the extra carbs but he likes it so what the heck. I will be the clean up crew but considering I'm usually the cook AND the clean up crew - I will do my half this time and be happy about coming home to a nice hot meal. Thanks, honey. Love you too!
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