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Not everybody Loves a Happy Valentine's Day

Luckily I'm married to a guy who gets the whole love language deal and he's well tuned into the fact that acts of service really fill my love tank. To earn brownie points so that he could buy a new snowmobile demonstrate his undying love for me, he has been doing all sorts of favors for me this week--odds and ends that generally would stay undone and cause me to be accused of nagging at some juncture--he has just been knocking them out right and left. He's even taken on a few of my own procrastinated chores. Just because. Without me asking. So although today was the official "day of luv" as they say, I've just been celebrating all week because I won the jackpot in the husband department.

It seems that we have successfully passed the idea and excitement about treating your "special one" special on this day to only one of our offspring. Little Chic got right into the spirit of carefully selecting her Valentines for each of her friends, signing each and every one and carefully taping a piece of candy on the tops. Brainy Boy, on the other hand, bellyached all week about the misery of having to celebrate anything so lame -especially while being forced to personally deliver an insincere greeting to each of his classmates. Especially the girls. We started the day by exchanging gifts & cards and as always, each of the kids got a little treat as well. Little Chic was just thrilled with her tokens, and Brainy Boy did think it would be a great idea to eat his gourmet chocolate chip cookie for breakfast. We progressed with Valentine parties this afternoon, with Little Chic happy to see Mom walk in the classroom door. Brainy Boy had somewhat of an accusatory tone to his "Hello" when I got to his class. He sent his Valentine bag home with me with instructions to "forage whatever you want out of it--I don't care about any of this stuff." Fortunately for me, it was filled lots of sugary stuff, but not much chocolate, so I was able to resist.

In the end, I think we all enjoyed our day, three of us because it's fun to be treated special on Valentine's Day and the bah-humbug of the family--because he got to try shrimp almond ding for the first time and apparently it really hit the spot.

Comments

Laura said…
Sounds like a great day.

Love the photo - you look so happy!
Unknown said…
So happy the whole fam had such a Happy Valentines. Nice pic of you luv birds too!
Mary Ellen said…
What a great picture of the two of you.

Loved the blog - especially the part you "crossed out" - how nice you are getting so much done around the house by the love of your life, even if it is for all the wrong reasons - we wives don't care what their reasons/motivation, we are just happy to cross stuff the honey do list, right? Looking forward to the day when you post pictures of the completed basement!!!
Sweet!

You've been tagged!

http://newyorktraveler.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-8s-meme.html
Rochelle said…
Haha! Glad you had a happy V-tine Day. Hopefully the completion of the favors/chores will continue for ya! :)
Online Dater said…
I must say, you are both lucky to have each other. May you have a wonderful life together…forever!
The photo is so nice. It was precisely a pose of a happy and contented marriage life.

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