Valentines isn't a huge event for us. I don't buy gifts for the kids and we seldom get time to go out for dinner.
As a kid, Valentines Day was all about filling out those little cards and giving them out to all your friends and crushes. Remember those?
In our Town, we would go out on Valentines night, knock on a persons door, drop off a Valentine card as quickly as possible and run for the hills before the person could answer. Don't ask me why we did that, nobody here does that anymore, but it was great fun! It was super exciting to get a knock on your door and run out to find a special card from a secret admirer.
Thanks to my cousin (Thanks Mel!) who took Sarah to her Valentines preschool party. She made the cutest little "Owl Always Love you" bag with lots of little cards from friends and heart-shaped treats inside. Last night I decorated the house with some homemade banners and hearts and baked a heart cake. Jamie said Sarah was very excited when she woke up this morning to see the decorations.
And that is when she reminded Daddy that he needed to do something for Mommy for Valentines Day too. This may not be a huge event but I do still love a cute sappy card and a box of yummy chocolates (What better gift could there be?)! Way to go, Sarah! Get Daddy's Valentine butt in gear!
How do you celebrate Valentines Day? Do you give/get gifts? Do you got out for a romantic dinner? Do you make special little treats with the kids? Or is it just another day?
Either way, hope you have a wonderful Valentines Day filled with lots of hugs and kisses!
I may be a slacker with my blog sometimes. But I write. I write every day. I've talked about it before. When I first started my blog way back in 2005, I did a post HERE talking about the journals I had at that particular time.
Now I have the following:
A "I want to write a novel one day" Journal: This is where I write thoughts about my future novel. I scribble down character profiles, possible conversations, the occasional rambling chapter, details on place and time and whatever else pops into my head.
My Daily Journal: I write details here about my day. General thing. The weather. Projects I'm working on. How things are at work/home. Achievements/Stories/Silly things about the girls.
My Poetry Journal: I constantly write poetry. It may be a verse or a line. It may be waking in the middle of the night to a complete poem in my head and I have to scribble it down in a hurry so I won't forget it. It's dark and nostalgic, mostly. It gets those thoughts out. Helps me to move past it.
Yesterday as I was going through some old scribbles I came across an entry entitled "Blind", a poem. I've decided to share because it was a good reminder for me. I reminisce so often. I think and rethink and overthink. I guess I've always done it.
The entry has no date and I have no memory of writing it, so I know it's not recent. But I decided it was a good one to share.
Did he love me then?
Does he love me still?
Across the sands of time
And in between.
On summers eve,
so long ago?
When sun upon my hair
could make him smile,
reflections in those eyes
gold flecks on blue.
And I so lost
within the depths.
Remember how that
hand upon my face
could melt the world,
And soon forgot
the tears I cried
speaking his name.
And then a note at the bottom of my little poem:
"To anyone who'e ever got caught up in the fantasy world of "what if" because you had your blinders on and chose only to recall the good stuff instead of facing the harsh reality of true remembrance."
The hubster is a fabulous cook, when he wants to be.
He makes a wicked "Sunday Dinner" (In Newfoundland, that consists of a roast chicken, salt beef, potatoes, carrots, turnip, cabbage, bread pudding, stuffing, all smothered in yummy gravy! and maybe some beets and pickles on the side).
Last Sunday he decided to change it up a bit and got a prime rib roast. Now, I'm not a huge fan of red meat but it was absolutely YUMMY! So moist and tender....and with all the fixin's...what a delicious dinner!
Thanks hon, wish I could "hire" you to cook for us every day! ;)