For those of you unfamiliar with this holiday (which means most of the world, since my husband invented it when we got married), here's how it works.
Instead of Valentine's Day being one romantic day of flowers, chocolates, and heartfelt sentiments, in my house it is a full-blown 2 week celebration beginning on February 1st.
Each day, I receive a card (with something witty or romantic handwritten inside) and a gift.
Initially it was mostly inexpensive gifts. The kind of stuff you see on the Valentines aisle in the drug store or Wal mart. With an occasional Willow Tree figurine or Yankee candle throw in. Anything around my house that has flowers or hearts was probably a past 14 days of Valentines day gift. In fact, just on my desk I see a silver heart shaped paperweight, a heart inside a snow globe, and a cupcake heart encrusted photo holder.
You get the idea, right?
Every year I tell Paul he doesn't have to do it.
I'm perfectly fine celebrating only Valentine's Day with everyone else.
And every year he instead gets more creative, elaborate, and encompassing-including Isabella last year in the gift extravaganza; dooming all future boyfriends who won't be able to match Daddy's special February holiday.
Now you know, so on to the gift for Day 1.
February 1st
A beautiful card and small box of the largest truffles I have ever seen.
I'm really glad there are only four in the box because I'm going to eat them all.
Probably today.
Isabella has to "find" her gift although Paul always leaves a good hint where to look.
On this day she found a tube of bubbles (with a heart blower stick) under her pillow.
She apparently was thrilled to find them.
Sorry to Paul for cutting off his head in this picture. But since he rarely smiles for photos, I have to post it here anyway.
We made an afternoon trip to the park so she could try them out.
From the park we went over a friend's house to watch the Superbowl. The kids had so many other kids to play with that I barely saw either of them the entire evening (yea!!!!).
She decided to squeeze into a baby walker when I wasn't watching.
Maybe she's having trouble coming to terms with turning 4 next week.
Oh no, that's me.
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