Jonah, asleep in the loving arms of my Valentine,
sporting the sweatshirt that his papa wore when he was a wee sprout.
No, I don't know where you can get one. Try Gun's n' Ammo.
I used to get really worked up over things like holidays. I would torture myself if I didn't have the perfect ___________ for so-and-so.
Today is Valentine's day. For the past couple of years, Guy and I have exchanged fun $5 gifts, and usually make each other a card. Alas, this year after our busy week, I find myself unprepared. I told myself it would be ok because I could get something together while Guy was at work. Oops, I forgot - Guy has the day off tomorrow. We are going to the Social Security office to let the government know that we actually had a kid last year. It will be so romantic. We can sit in grimey plastic chairs, and between wipes of Jonah's green gooey nose and throwing Tessa and her horses a granola bar every 15 minutes, we can make goo-goo eyes at each other.
So hot. Ooo, baby.
But when I think about last year, on bed rest for Valentine's, I clearly cannot complain! I get to spend a whole day with my true loves.
And the lady with the beard at window 7. Awesome.