Oh! I had such plans for Valentine’s Day….plans to make swags and festoons from our Anthology: Juliet Collection…plans to create an ambiance of fantastical romance for my sweetheart and I to share. In the end, it was a simple celebration with little paper-crafting playing a part. A demanding week of heated deadlines and kids’ activities tugging me in different directions led me to think of the holiday in simpler terms: appreciating the enormous love in my life!
That night, Ger and I shared a casual meal at a favorite hang-out, Pacific Whey Café, while our daughter rehearsed with the honor choir and our son labored over a book report at home.
The little things that made that night memorable were:
-belly laughs shared with Gerry. 
I love that he makes me laugh…the kind of laughter that makes me tear up and makes my side ache. He had me splitting a gut that night.
- finally lighting these incredible sugar cookie biscuit candles.
The scent was amazing! They were a gift some weeks ago from Genine (former owner of Paper Mouse and current class coordinator for Scrappin’ in the Hills) and I’d been saving them for the Valentine’s holiday. Thank you, Genine! (They are Gold Canyon Gourmet candles...beautiful with a scent so real and strong!)
- A hand picked bouquet from my hubby.
I think one of the things that I love about Valentine’s Day, now more that ever, is that I have a husband who knows me. I have a husband who knows my favorite colors and my favorite flowers without asking or being reminded. I have a husband that will take the time to create his own special bouquet for me that reflects that he knows all these details….not buying some generic bouquet that was pre-made, but one that he assembled with thought and by hand, with the tulips I adore (the ones that are so deep a shade of plum, they are nearly black)…..with tall showy stems of blue and lavender delphinium…and a few fragrant roses for scent… and heather to fill (*not* baby’s breath, but heather, very important….makes me think of another favorite: Bronte's Wuthering Heights!)
How sweet it is to be loved by you, Ger.
(Incidentally, I’ll be listening to James Taylor sing “How Sweet it Is” tomorrow night, when I enjoy a night out with my sister at the Wilshire! Can't wait!)
