32 hearts taped to a mirror, each holding another happy bit of love
Bits of paper and glue, drawings and haphazardly folded "envelopes" shoved into my fists over twenty times in a day.
Butterflies and snails with lollipops (you can eat WITHOUT asking first!!!) sitting patiently at the table for the children to come down for breakfast.
Heart shaped cheese on a plate of Papa-made breakast.
Everyone. Wearing. Red.
No presents. No poems. No flowers. Just us, together.
That was our Valentine's Day.
Resting from the day before:
when we celebrated our love in a different way....
The old geezer turned 32 this past weekend.
Pretty handsome for an OLD guy...wouldn't ya say?
As is customary with old fogies all set in their ways: the man requested a white cake with peanut butter frosting. Since he has requested this cake EVERY year since we've been married, I'm running out of ways to decorate the dumb thing! But, tasted good anyway.