The first child you have rewrites your universe but does prepare you for the second child arriving. Now, I think, probably done. 3rd kid? I believe I am too old to handle the insanity. Every night I float between boob feeding Nora, playing trains with Nick, watching Blues Clues, dinner, and bath time. If we are lucky, in that order. This is the best Valentines ever! No, my internal organs have not been dipped in dark delicious Godiva Chocolate (yet), nor is my office drenched in the smell of flowers. Patrick and I are not going out for a fancy romantic dinner (we are not big fans of crowds). He has not bought me the newest glittery bauble that the jewelry store says we need to for "true love." My darling Patrick has given me the best Valentines ever! Simply by being there. Lately, I don't tell him enough, I love him or that I appreciate when he cleans up the kitchen, washes the laundry, or helps Nick get his bath. My babies and Patrick have made this the best Valentines Ever!
Every-night is Valentines for me... ;-)
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