It's funny how Valentine's Day changes.
At one point in time, it was all about who got what (and I'm talking balloons and single roses, in high school...).
In college, it was all about the jewelry. And who got a pearl?!
Then I joined the cubicle world and learned quickly that it's important to get flowers delivered AT WORK. Crucial.
Now it's so low key, you'd miss it if you didn't know where to look. It was two token gifts for the kiddos. Some agreed-upon money socked away for our spring break trip. And heart-shaped mini pizzas for supper.
Romantic? No. Lovey dovey? Absolutely.
For better or worse, we run as a pack these days. The kiddos, the Hubs, and me.
A good friend used to talk about life after the kids left the house. She said that while it was lovely, I'd better make sure that I enjoy this time too. This messy, sometimes suffocating, loud time. Tantrums and all.
And I do. I do.