I have shifted between loving and hating this day my whole
life. How silly. Just another day to hang thematic balloons and eat candy. Why
the hate unless you have some sort of sugar intolerance or suffer from globophobia.
If that’s the case, my condolences.
So
I’ve embraced it.
Balloons?
Check. In fact, check times 35 or so. Check, check, check.
Sugar?
I’m prepared to go into a mild form of diabetic shock.
Hearts
on our clothes? Not quite. I consider finding matching socks, regardless of the
holiday depicted, a giant success in the wee hours of the morning.
We
do have a yummy dinner planned. We’re not too fancy around these parts. Just a
little Ella playing while we assemble a lasagna with our hands and then take it
apart again at the table. If you think that was me trying to say eat in clever
way, you’re wrong. I’m pretty sure Phin will dissect every layer and possibly
request all intimate objects within throwing distance examine a piece. We’re
working on it.
But I love my people. I’m so lucky to wake up next to the
person I click so well with. To feel adored. To know that despite the fact that
we argue, we always want to make up and make out. Whoot. And my little wild
thing? The destroyer of our house but owner of our hearts? So in love. This post
is goopy for sure. A little too sweet when life is hard and people are facing
hard things. Let the goop in my friends, even if for just a few minutes.
