Happy Valentine's Day

The kids were so excited for Valentine’s Day today.

Correction:  Tate and Little Meems were excited.

Will’s too cool to be excited.  Except for candy.

Addressing valentines and decorating boxes is always a production.

Little Meems gift wrapped hers, then bedazzled it.

Tate got creative and created a mixed media Valentine’s box with paper, stickers, post it notes, tape (his favorite) and drawings.

Will did not decorate.  He got a box, punched a gaping hole in the top (picture an opening the Hulk may have made) and wrote “put candy here” with an arrow for emphasis.  He thinks it’s hysterical.  Of course, he’s 11.  And a boy.  I guess I can only expect so much.

I got up early and made pink pancakes.  They got candy, fake mustaches (for the boys) and hair extensions (for the Meems).

Stevie gave me a box of candy and made me a love note playlist on Spotify.  It’s the 21st century version of a mixed tape, I guess.  No one’s made me one of those in a long time.

I wrote him a lame, but heartfelt, poem.

After school, they compared loot and read their valentines.  Meems has a crush on a boy in her class.  She thinks he has one on her too.  I’m dying to see what transpires there.  Will put very little thought into who got what valentine message.  Girls?   Ew.

Later, we’ll eat dinner on the run as one parent manages a 3rd grade quiz on the states of matter, while the other spends the evening at the indoor pool for swim practice.

Romantic, no?

It’s OK.  This is us.  This is my life.

And this year for Valentine’s Day, I’m reminded just how in love I am with it.