This post gets sappy, right from the beginning. If you can't handle the syrupy sweetness, you may want to check out a different post (like these muffins from last Valentine's Day, today's muffin recipe, or these sweet little things).
Left: V and C waiting for bedtime stories
Center: Steve peeling an orange for his gals
Right: V at the library
loving Steve. I loved Steve, even before we started dating. I loved him when we got married. Six years and two babies later, I love him more than ever. Sounds like a cliche, but I don't care. I am 100% serious. I love him more now, than ever. He gives me dozens upon dozens of reasons to love him everyday. In return, I bake him cookies. I don't know if it's a fair trade.
|Left: C and V making silly faces at supper, after Ash Wednesday mass|
Right: V and C dancing and running like crazy people at Bubba's house on Saturday
dreaming of warmer, drier days to come. Isn't that what everybody is dreaming of right now? I daydream about hanging laundry outside, taking walks to the park, and weekend adventures around the state, all of which will come with warmer spring weather.
admiring all those moms who put on makeup every morning. And the ones who wear cute clothes. And those who make time to work out regularly. And especially the ones who are self-starters who work from home, bring in income for their families, and still manage to be great, engaged moms. I don't know what my problem is lately, but I have been struggling to balance good, quality time with Veronica and Clarissa, and still write blog posts, work on the book, keep up on chores, and make decent meals. Last summer all of that seemed so easy for me, and we used to take regular trips to the park, take evening walks, and play in the yard all day. I think winter is wearing me down, and killing my motivation. So yeah, I'm blaming winter for my shortcoming, while I admire all the moms who I perceive to be doing everything better than I am.
kissing Clarissa and Veronica. I just can't stop giving them kisses. All day. Everyday. Their squishy little cheeks just beg for smooches.
vegan peanut butter refrigerator cookies
gifting nothing, yet. We don't exchange gifts for Valentine's Day. Yesterday Steve's anniversary/birthday gift arrived in the mail. He said he doesn't want me to give it to him, until his birthday in April. So I'm eagerly waiting until then. It's a GOOD present.
Who/what are you loving, dreaming, admiring, kissing, and gifting?
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