There are never big bouquets of flowers (Mike knows I'd much prefer flowers on "just because" days not on "expected days"), expensive chocolates (although I do love the Cadbury Creme Eggs and Snickers bar I got today), or fancy jewelry (which will likely NEVER happen any day of my life).
There is however our happy (?) little family sitting around the breakfast table each Valentine's Day morning telling
1. what we love about being in our family and
2. what we love about the person to our right/left (I should have chosen 'to your left' this year!)
Immediately upon my instructions of professing our love, the teenager rolled her eyes and snidely said, "Gotta love Valentine's Day at our house."
And then,
It was Luke's turn to state something he loved about the person to his right, which this year happened to be Mike. Avoiding eye-contact with me, while glancing towards Mike, Luke announced, "I love that you don't get mad about all the little stuff Mom gets mad at."
Just as I was recovering from my subtle Valentine's Day insult, and may I add, carrying dirty dishes into the sink while everyone else scattered to get ready for school/work, Joshua following close behind me questioned, "Why does everyone have to pretend they love each other on Valentine's Day?"
So here I am, on Valentine's Day morning,
~ Having woken before anyone else to cook a warm breakfast to be ready before Mike and Megan need to leave.
~ Having lovingly written on umpteen million construction paper hearts and taped throughout the pathway to the kitchen.
~ Having placed a small little surprise on everybody's breakfast plate (including my own).
~Having given a good shot at helping my children feel love and give love on the day supposedly set apart for LOVE.
And then Mike gets one upped by me because he isn't quite as volatile as yours truly, and then Joshua thinks all our expressions of love are a giant facade?
Guess Megan's earlier comment, "Gotta love Valentine's Day at our house" really does apply.
Oh but Luke, believe it or not, Luke (who was previously skating on thin ice with me due to his perception of my short fuse), saved the day and exclaimed,
"I think Joshua means "pretending to love everyone" meaning because we have to give everyone in our classes at school Valentines not pretending to love our family."
I won't even read into it the fact that Joshua thinks he is "pretending" to love everyone rather than the hope that he truly does love everyone in his school class unconditionally.
And that's what Valentine's Day is around here.
Loving your family (some more than others because they aren't as prone to madness), and pretending to love the kids in your school class.
Happy Valentine's Day.



Not going to lie that I literally ROR at Luke's comment.
ReplyDeleteHa. Really liked these last two posts. Wish I could get my blog in gear. I have to say my kids probably think they are probably pretending to love each other. Our Valentines Day is pretty similar. I cut out a zillion hearts and make nicer meals.
ReplyDeleteCavities, teeth, flossing....I tend to have a beef with Heavenly Father about this. I actually floss about 1/2 the time and I still get chewed out by the hygienist every time that it's like I have sweaters on my teeth. Apparently some of us are more prone to problems and plaque sticks more easily b/c my husband never flosses and has zero problems. I tend to want to ask HF every time, "Why, why do we have to worry about things like flossing?" I think He probably does not want us to worry about it too much in the grand scheme of things. And certainly not get upset with him about such things. But I do find flossing annoying, and my kids rarely do it. And I always feel the guilt.