The first Valentine’s Day I spent with my husband (then boyfriend) was filled with grand gestures. He wouldn’t tell me what he was planning for the big day, but my best friend, who he’d sworn to secrecy, assured me that I would feel like a contestant on The Bachelorette.  At the time, I was doing an internship for a news outlet in Salt Lake City, and my boyfriend lived an hour and a half away, where he was going to college. We spent every weekday texting and talking on the phone constantly and every weekend together.  When I walked into work on Friday, February 15, 2013, (we had to wait for the weekend to celebrate V-Day)