Rugger, in his PJ's the night before (Valentine's Day Eve, thank you Ryleigh), distributing his Valentines.
My handsome husband buys me grocery store roses almost every time he does the shopping. He usually lets one of the kids carry them in anymore, and I love that they think that's so normal. Honestly, I wouldn't care if it was roses, or a Snickers, or a handwritten note. But really, I sure don't hate having roses around, especially on Valentine's day.
The kids absolutely love and look forward to new books from Daddy before breakfast. I write their name and the year on them, and they remember which ones are theirs and love asking "how many Valentine's days ago was that?" Good memories :) This year instead of a book, he got Ryleigh a little planner for her purse, which was totally my idea, thankyouverymuch. She loves it, and she doesn't know it was my idea ;) She writes lists in there, and has a few addresses collected already. Love it.
We had my sister and her (four) boys over for a little par-tay...and spent the morning getting ready.
Names on paper cups, check.
Decorations, courtesy of my friend, Cindy. Check.
Frost cupcakes, check.
Make last minute Valentines, check.
Keep the little boys busy with the messiest, but most loved activity around here lately, check.
Valentine opening frenzy, check.
Valentine's Day craft, check.
We really had a fun time. A dozen kids, 10 of them boys, made for a pretty noisy morning. The love of my life brought me cashew chicken from my favorite Chinese restaurant for lunch...score!
The kids helped me make a fun V-day dinner of heart-shaped pizza, yogurt parfaits (because they're so fancy), and Rugger's favorite cinnamon/cherry/applesauce jello (because it's red!).
I know we should make the loves of our lives feel like it's Valentine's day, every day of the year. I get it when people say they don't celebrate it, and that Hallmark has ruined it...etc. But. I don't see any reason not to use February 14th as an excuse to create a special day to celebrate love for the people I love the most. It sure doesn't mean I love them any less the other 364 days of the year ;)
Who knows, maybe I'll start making my pizzas heart-shaped all the time from now on.
Choosing to love,