To the most Ridiculous Holiday of the year,
I made heart-shaped pancakes for my kids this morning. They would have been just as thrilled with circle-shaped pancakes, but because I made them into hearts and didn't serve them Cheerios again, I'M A PRETTY GOOD MOM.
For the first time in my adult life, I felt okay with the lovey dovey-ness of your day.
One of St. Valentine's cupids left some gifts on our doorstep today.
I have a red paper heart garland draped over my window, but that's it.
My wee ones and I are going to roll out little heart-shaped sugar cookies as soon as they are up from naps.
The little Grinch heart inside of my chest has grown two sizes since February 14th, last year.
Still, I am not convinced of your marriage of red and pink, nor am I going to adopt any stuffed monkeys hugging a satin red heart that nauseously says, "I'm bananas over you". Don't creep me out more than you already do.
Love,
A Change of Heart
p.s. On second thought, for those nights when Boy is on call and I'm lonely without him, I wouldn't mind being wrapped up in the arms of a giant Vermont Teddy Bear.
