Valentine's Day

Remember when you were really young and Valentine's Day meant getting to make one of those really cool shoe box card holders? It meant tissue paper and glitter and little boxes of really hard heart shaped candies. It meant getting to take a good portion of your school day to hand out little Looney Toon fill-in-the-name valentines and eat cupcakes with a huge mound of pink frosting on top.

Remember when you were in middle school and all of the sudden you hated Valentine's Day because it meant knowing for good that the person you were crushing on did not feel the same way? It meant getting your class interrupted by the flower delivery kid from student council and watching one of the three girls in middle school who were actually cute get her 5th flower while you suppressed the pain of receiving none by eating a cherry cordial from the little heart shaped thing of chocolates that your mom gave you.

Okay...maybe that was just me. However, I know I am not alone as a woman in having mixed feelings about Valentine's Day. But now that I have my forever boyfriend I can finally get back to loving Valentine's Day. I even had the very strong urge to make a shoe box card holder for my desk at work but resisted because I knew that all the "real adults" at my work have probably stopped frequenting the holiday section at the grocery store.

So to get my cheesy Valentine's Day fix I decided to make a book for Michael. Why I always overwhelm myself with these crazy projects I have no idea, but I did actually accomplish what I set out to do. It was printed, bound and ready to give on the 13th! I might have been sleep talking to Michael and accidentally spilled the beans about what my gift was before I gave it to him, but hey...I guess you can't always have your cake and eat it too.

I am so grateful for my hubby. Thanks for making me breakfast in the mornings. Thanks for loving me for who I am. Thanks for always making sure my feet are covered with the blanket while we snuggle and watch movies...even if it means yours aren't. Thanks for all the forehead kisses and the extra five minutes of cuddle time after your alarm goes off. Thanks for watching Grey's Anatomy with me even though I know you couldn't care less about McDreamy. Thanks for being my quirky best friend.

And without further ado....My Love Book.....