I do really love Valentine's Day. But golly, it can kind of be a tricky and tiring day for me with twenty-one nine and ten year olds. They S U R E are excited about passing out and getting a box full of those little notes and cards. They come in the classroom so thrilled to give me the sweetest little heart boxes of chocolate (and I don't tell them that I don't eat chocolate so into the teacher's room it goes). They are darling and oh so sweet and I try my darndest to remember just how my girls were in fourth grade so I can be the teacher they need me to be that day.
But it does leave me wiped out a bit. And I hate that my family gets my 'leftovers' on Valentine's Day. I know now of course they my girls are older and don't need anything special that day but I think that's why it makes me want it even more for them. So I shop, picking up little things here and there right after Christmas is over. I sent Anna back for the spring semester with a bag to open on February 14. I love that she waits all of those weeks even though no one would know that she opened it as soon as we dropped her off in January. And I wrapped up Abigail's things the night before and set the table with as much pink as I could find.
Dark, and oh so cold on Friday, February 14th. This is basically the way our kitchen looks after I come down in the morning. But that bit of pink and tissue paper had me all excited that I took the time to find a few things for sweet Abigail.
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