Happy Valentine's Day!

I love Valentine's Day; love love love it. But this year it was more frustrating than usual because I had to help they boys prepare cards for all the children in their school classes. Mostly this involved me saying "Write. your. name." five million times while they scattered heart stickers across the living room.

And to keep lil' girl entertained I gave her one of the extra valentines to color on.

JJ - No! Mom! She is coloring on my valentine!

Me - I know. You gave it to her because she is your sister and you love her so much.

JJ - No I didn't.

Me - Fine. I gave it to her. But she can have it. You don't need that one. It's fine.

JJ - No, Mom. I only love her a tiny little bit! She can't have one of my valentines.

And I was laughing so hard that I couldn't respond, but he let her keep it since she had already scribbled all over it.

I think the reason that I love Valentine's day (as apposed to many of my friends who hate it) is that I'm never disappointed. This is partly because my husband is the most perfect man ever and partly because of my expectations. I don't need some original, creative, romantic gesture; I actually want flowers and chocolate. I like flowers and chocolate. If John didn't buy them for me I would buy them for myself and be just as happy. The gift doesn't have to symbolize anything. As long as it looks pretty and tastes delicious I'm good. (Did you know you can buy chocolate flowers? I have one word for this and it is: awesome.)

Also, my birthday is a week after Valentine's day and my last name used to be Hart, so I always figured it was tailor made for me anyway. Plus, Husband doesn't care if I get him anything. So it is a day where I'm perfectly justified in writing "flowers and chocolate" on the grocery list and letting him do the grocery shopping (which I did).

This year was especially good. Husband got me three bouquets of flowers, five kinds of chocolate, two kinds of cookies AND a nook ! And in return I shaved my legs (with his razor).

Love you, Honey!