So, yesterday was the day of ... "LOVE".
All day I found my eyes reading sweet messages all over the Internets sharing what the generous husbands and angelic children said to the women who make their lives ... livable. Words of love and admiration. Sentiments of devotion and affection. Thoughts of appreciation and gratitude. I think I broke the world record for number of times a person can roll their eyes during a single session on the World Wide Web.
And that was before I puked in my mouth a little.
Yup. Really.
So ... would you like the "in a nutshell" version of the first 30 minutes of my Valentine Morning? Too bad. You're getting it anyway ... because you're here ... still reading this ... so I KNOW you want to know ...
I woke up and screamed at the children because they continually find it absolutely impossible to keep their voices to reasonable decibel ... ya know, a degree that would be suitable for 6:30 on a Sunday morning ... VALENTINE morning, at that.. Just sayin'.
After remembering that we've been through this a quadrillion times and they'll NEVER learn, they were released from their bedrooms and scattered to invade every inch of the house. It was then that Big Daddy and I exchanged gifts. It was amazing. A true testament that we are made for each other. We got each other the.exact.same.thing ...
Nothing.
And then Molly found her way into the room and was laying next to me in bed. I decided to embrace the moment and asked her, "Molly Girl? Will you be my Valentine today?"
Her answer: "Only if you go to Casey's and get me donuts for breakfast. Then I will be your Valentine."
Yeah.
And because I'm such a pushover ... (really, calling me a pushover is very accurate, but it has NOTHING to do with the fact I love my children {ahem}), I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to sweet-talk Big Daddy into going to Casey's with me ... to get "my Valentine" a big sprinkled donut for breakfast.
On the way to store which held the goods ... he looked over and placed one hand on my face. I looked into his eyes ... he looked into mine. My Big Daddy. My True Valentine. I almost got feeling a little sappy ... and then he opened his mouth to speak ... "You actually look really good with jowls!"
Jowls.
Jowls?
As in 'saddlebags' for the face?
That IS what he said.
I wish I were kidding.
I'm not.
Yeah ... MY Valentine.
And I wouldn't want any other.
Hope you all had a wonderful day with the ones you love.
I did.
