Yesterday was a DAY. It began at 6:00 a.m., when Caroline was ready to package the cookies
My whole day was spent running balloon and cupcake and cookie errands and then at the school, running from one class party to the other, ferrying treats back and forth, taking pictures, videotaping, serving kids, cleaning up...in general, it was chaos. After school remained just as crazy. Finally, twelve hours after my day began, I’d had enough. The kids were strung out. We were all completely exhausted.
Whit was out of town, so it was just me and Jack and Caroline.
We ordered pizza and put on our pajamas.
And sat on the family room floor and ate pizza straight out of the box and watched Mr. Popper’s Penguins.
And, my friend Rachel, I thought of you. Because as I sat there with those kids next to me, and as I laughed with them (and yes, as I warned them not to spill milk on the rug and reminded them to eat their carrots, because I am, after all, still me), I realized that, without a doubt, it was my very favorite part of Valentine’s Day.
Don’t get me wrong; I loved the treats and the parties and the play and the excitement. But I didn’t want that movie to end.
So, kids, when you’re older and you find this blog, despite all my attempts to hide it from you, I just want you to know that you really were my Valentine's Day present yesterday.
And Jack, you’re right.
Love doesn’t take much work at all.