Now don't take this post the wrong way: I ADORE my husband. I love love love my husband. And I love x 3 that he gets that I don't do Valentines. Not sure why but the very thought of it makes my stomach turn. Valentines Day, in my world at least, is a day that daddies give their little girls a heart shaped box of chocolate. Admittedly, I was more of a direct-sugar kind of kid so Dad always snuck me a box of conversation hearts on the side. My Daddy was my one and only Valentine. And then along came Andy. Scott gets to repeat the tradition with Grace, and I get to start a new one with my sweet little man. So lil' Andy, please tell me that you'll always be mine!
At The Mudhouse having a (not too) hot chocolate while sister Grace was at a birthday party.
