Valentines Day

Happy Valentine's Day, Gang.

I hope your day is filled with flowers and chocolates.

I would like to humbly thank the Hallmark company for making this moment possible.

But the love doesn't stop there.  There are so many ways to say "I love you," right?

How about heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast.

Okay, fine.  Vaguely heart-shaped. Or mickey mouse shaped. Whatever.

And homemade treats that an egg-allergic boy can enjoy.

Oh, sticky, crispy, goodness.

I think nothing demonstrates true love like sharing something that really was meant for keeping all to yourself.

My dear Hubs, I love you this much.

Then there's that defining parental-love moment, when the wee one requests, " 'gain?" After you've already read this particular book fourteen times in the last twenty minutes.



But Hubs, he never let's 'em down. "Sure, bud." he says.

Although I have to admit, I'd rather be reading that book than demonstrating my love by wearing this smelly blanket on my head. 

"Hat!"

Love. Love. Love. In all it's many forms. Sure our long walks on the beach have been replaced by taking turns with poopy diapers and middle-of-the-night rocking chair sessions, but it's all the same at the core.  Love in the trenches might not be as picturesque as those honeymoon moments in Jamaica, but there's something profound, sturdy, and comfortable here - and that  is certainly something to celebrate.