Valentine's Day gets lost in translation at our house. I am a learning the older I get (more so as a wife and mother) that each day counts for something, each day isn't going to be like the last and you should have NO expectation as to how the day plays out! I would love to be that wife who can create a gourmet meal from nothing, while wearing my cute Anthropologie apron, taking play-by-play pictures of said creation (so I could blog about it later), and all-the-while refusing to believe that my child's poop-doesn't stink! (did I mention my knight in shining armor would return home from work on his white horse?)
Reality check?! I don't wear the pretty apron (I actually own), my kid's poop does stink (in fact I have two kids who poop) and I am going to confess that we eat frozen chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries more than we should!! Thats life.
My life on Valentine's Day consists of things that I LOVE and thats all that matters:
*I love things like my husband doing the dishes/laundry for me, and letting my sleep in til 9:00am.
*I loved eating the sugar cookies we made with pink icing and hearts (even if Hudson licked his finger and stuck it in every one!)
*I LOVED that we ran errands to places like Hobby Lobby and Motherhood Maternity without any complaints as a family and listened to a toddler temper-tantrum all the way home (ok, so Hudson WAS complaining a little;)
*I LOVE that the hubby and I are going out (for the first time in weeks) to eat at one of our favorite restaurants and then coming home to a quiet house with sleeping children (I can only hope!).
*Nothing fancy, not surprising, but true to what I enjoy in this season of life.
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