I'm just going to say it. Valentine's Day sucks. And I'm not even single! It just ranks up with there with New Year's Eve in terms of the distorted ratio of expectations vs. reality. No matter what we do to celebrate, the festivities never live up to the hype that surrounds this blasted holiday.
Enter the punk.
All holidays have become much more enjoyable now that this kid is in my life. This afternoon, his friend A joined us for just one hour of play time, so we decided to make Valentine's Day cards.
While the paint was drying, the two friends cuddled up together to explore the contents of A's Dora backpack. They really did choose this snuggly spot on their own. In fact, as they were settling into their seat, I caught the punk with his arm around his lady.
A shared some treats with her guy. She gave her purple Pez to the punk and ate the pink herself.
As I was gluing A's cards together, the two lovebirds were chillin' with their Pez. I then heard the punk say, "So cute," and I looked over to see him caressing A's face. It was so sweet and funny that I just soaked in the moment with a huge grin on my face, wishing someone else had been there to witness the display. Then I grabbed my camera (phone) and asked him if he would reenact the moment:
There's no denying it. Love is in the air!