The meaning of Valentines Day isn't in the grand bouquets of flowers or the lavish gifts. No, for me it's the quickly scribbled love note on a piece of construction paper, Thad's special trip to the store before work to buy donuts -- my favorite! -- for my breakfast. It's a funny card and a package of Mother's Toffee cookies for dessert. It's in a nice candlelit meal that's ready when Thad comes home from work (OK, that last one didn't happen. I got behind and dinner ended up being so late that I thought, forget the candles, we're starving!). But the rest? That's what love is all about baby.
Happy Valentine's Day Thad. I love you!
2 comments:
I couldn't agree with you more!! Amen, sister!
Oops this is Erika btw
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