Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy hearts.

Before breakfast I left Valentine's Day goodies on the table for Brett and the kids. This year they received Girl Scout cookies in addition to the usual chocolates. (That box of Thin Mints there? It was the last one for sale in front of Target on Saturday. Ooh-whee, did I grab that puppy in a hurry!!!)

Brett got the Ghirardelli squares and the big heart box.

Ryan got the "UR GR8" candy,

and Katie got the "LOL" box.

Brett and the kids showered me with chocolates, too! (We thought it was funny that we gave each other Ghirardelli squares!)

Poor Frisco: No chocolate for her! She was certainly watching me set up the table, though! (Check out all that snow still on the ground.)

Once the kids were ready for church, we opened our cards and tasted a little candy:

Brett liked the card I gave him,

but it embarrassed Ryan just a bit!

In the spirit of full disclosure, I must admit that I've never been much of a Valentine's Day fan. I spent plenty of Valentine's Days as a single person, and even with a sweetheart, I feel sad for those who don't need a reason to feel extra-lonely on a particular day. As a couple we exchange cards, but we really don't celebrate this holiday. In fact, Brett and I have a tradition of going out on another day besides the 14th (to avoid the crowds), and this year was no different. (We planned a lunch date thanks to an odd testing schedule at school.) Since the kids came along, I've tried to get more into the spirit for their sakes, but for some reason, this is one of those occasions that I just can't get into. But I hope that's not because of cynicism. On the contrary: I hope it's because I celebrate the love Brett and I have (and the love we have in our family) EVERY SINGLE DAY.


Later that evening, ChaCha was able to enjoy some quality time with HER special valentine:
She loves, loves, loves her some Brett!
Keep in mind, he doesn't dote on her and get all crazy around her like a certain (ahem) female member of the family does, but he does work at home. She seems to know where her kibble comes from.

Of course, I can't blame her for loving my sweet husband so much. But ChaCha? You'd better WATCH YOUR PAWS!

1 comment:

Holly Moulder said...

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