I’ve never been one for Valentine’s Day. It sits somewhere between Mother’s Day and our anniversary and the expectation just doesn’t sit well with me. Because inevitably there will be expectations, as much as I try not to have them, and if they are not met, a dark cloud lingers and just kinda ruins a perfectly, otherwise normal day.
What we have taken to doing is celebrating on a different day. I often will just pick a good day and label it in honour of whatever occasion is closest. This year was no exception and we went out on Sunday instead. It was down played perfection. Dinner at the Tea house.
On Monday however, we did celebrate pint-sized love and decorated cookies with friends. Nothing says Valentine’s like Red food colouring overdose.
And because I have never been very good at PDA (physical or written) I’ll just say that I am so thankful for all the loves of my life.
Happy Belated Love Day!