Having 3 small children has put a small damper on Spencer and my Valentine plans. It seems that we always have babysitters who are cute and precious, which means they generally have BOYFRIENDS and don't want to spend their Valentine's Day at my house watching my kids while Spencer and I go out. And since it's illegal for them to stay home alone (just kidding, mom, I would never leave them home alone), we usually plan our Valentine festivities after they have gone to bed. Which means we cook and eat dinner after 8:30 PM. Romantic, I know. Plus, neither of us are all about the elaborate meals out at fancy restaurants while fighting the ridiculous crowds who have made reservations weeks in advance and spending what should be an illegal amount of money on flowers that will be 1/10 the price in two days. I mean, in case you haven't noticed, the economy is in a sad place right now which is negatively affecting my bank account and I would like for that to stop ASAP. Thankyouverymuch.
But you know what?
I wouldn't change it. I love spending time at home with my man. I love my girls and I love how they love their daddy. When I watch him get all smitten with them, I absolutely fall apart. Amanda, you are in for a FUN ride with your new little girl. There's just something about daddies and their little girls.
So, tonight, we are making a steak dinner at home. We are eating it on a candlelit table and drinking sparkling grape juice from plastic champagne flutes. All of us. I pray every day for my daughters' future husbands. I also want to show them what to look for when the time comes for them to start dating (in about 45 years...right, honey?). What better blueprint for them to follow than their own Daddy? And since his heart seeks The Father daily, they are in really good hands.
And he's my Valentine. And I love him to stinkin death.