This year I got spoiled (well, actually that's every year) with a quiet dinner out, dinner with the family, and a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. And there was definitely chocolate in there too.
But the best gift? A beautiful poem and handprints from my two little valentines. With lots of assistance from their sweet daddy, of course.
By the time February 14th actually arrived, it was a little less romantic. I caught strep throat from the neighbors. J got overly upset missing his sitter and threw up dinner all over his bedroom floor. In three places. K ate my chocolate.
But I was surrounded by my family and the loves of my life. And I wouldn't have it any other way. (ok, maybe I wouldn't be picking bits of blueberries out of the carpet, but everything else was pretty super.)
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