As a teacher I wasn’t into Valentine’s Day. So many cheap Valentine’s that didn’t really mean anything, handed out between little kids. Eh, whatever. This year, though, is different. There is so much love in my heart that I’m actually glad there’s a day to relish in it. 

For the last couple months I’ve felt so happy and loved and content with life that I’m bursting at the seams with gooey love mush. I’m always on the verge of crying over the most tender moments, which of course my days are now filled with. Shoot, I’m even gushy towards the new post man who is so much nicer than the last one. 

Last week I had an off day, and even that wasn’t so bad. That’s right, cleaning baby poop (which was more like a man poop) off the floor wasn’t exactly magical, but my head was in the right place to at least find it comical. I’ve also started writing down a tender moment from each day before I go to bed and I think that helps keep everything in perspective as well. It doesn’t hurt that Luke surprised us today by coming home for lunch with flowers and sushi in hand. He’s a good one! I know that there are cynics who hate this day, and I totally understand. I’ve got enough love for everyone these days and I’m happy to share. All my love to you readers on this glorious day!

I’ve been experimenting with my new camera, which has a pin hole setting. I went a little crazy on our walk the other day, but I was trying to capture the dramatic essence of the day. Needless to say, I was in love that day too.