We shopped today, the baby girl and I. Heart shaped gifts suitable when you're 1 and 5.
My son is keen for Valentines Day and promises extra hugs. Excited over tiny tokens of love. Fridge magnets and foil wrapped chocolate hearts. Home-made stars and hand scrawled cards.
It has changed then, Valentines. No butterflies and heartaches of another time.
And love has changed. A friend once told me it goes up and down. Life and work and worn out.
And children - the very stuff of love. Unconditionally adored and - sometimes - hard work. Still every moment of the day, the best thing that we've ever done.
Our love. The mundane to the heady rush - without which things wouldn't amount to very much.
So Valentines Day for me - up for school and home for tea. Bath and bed and then we'll see.
A few hours left for patterns of old. Wine and dinner for two not four... x
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