It's the thought that counts...

'Tis the night before Valentine's Day...and my husband is sick in bed with the flu!  He has now been in that same bed for 24 hours with high fever, horrible cough, and body aches and pains.  Poor guy!  He's only been awake for the combined total of possibly 30-40 minutes today.  Basically just enough time for me to shove the thermometer and medicine down his throat.  Each time he wakes up he apologizes over and over about not getting me anything for Valentine's Day yet and how he feels awful about tomorrow.  Isn't that the sweetest?  (Not the flu part...that's pretty gross.)  I have truly discovered the meaning of the old saying..."It's the thought that counts."