Love is realizing that this dress might only be worn once, and not forcing the issue.
Love is sharing too-funny-to-reveal movie kisses, initiated by a 3-year-old. Maybe she learned them from watching her mom and dad. More likely, it's from the movies.
Love is passing along the passion for creating things. Finally, love is making dinner together, peacefully. Isn't there a saying, "too many cooks spoil the broth"? Usually one of us does the cooking and the other cleans. V-day was different. Stephen helped me cook, and we both cleaned up the kitchen afterward. Nah, I think it was mostly Stephen. Either way, it was nice. On this day of love, rule number one, so often repeated in our Family Home Evening theme song, "Love at Home," was happening during that usually stressful time of meal preparation. The menu included chicken cordon bleu, steamed asparagus with lemon-dill butter, carrots, and rice pilaf. Sparkling cider was the beverage. Stephen got me the orchid, and his boss, Vicky, sent us home the paper whites(?). The valentine tree was my creation. Here's Ian enjoying the din-din. He was asleep during the afternoon photo session. Next year I'll try to coordinate a red tie for Ian too.