Just a post about love.

First off, I have to apologize to all my crafting peeps out there because this post is a bit more on the personal side, and is a tad bit lacking in the creative department.  I promise you if you make it through my bjillion pictures, I’ll make it up to you. Deal?

V-day is almost here, so let’s talk about love, shall we?

Oooh La La!

Valentine’s Day has always been my FAVorite.  I’m a die-hard romantic.  A blubbery sap. I make lovey-dovey eyes at my husband all month and daydream of a ridiculously romantic date involving a candle-lit dinner by the ocean while my hubby seranades me on his guitar and whispers sweet nothings into my ear. (Hmm. Probably not going to happen.) Of course the romance is a must, and it’s fun to have the flowers and jewelry and everything else that comes with Valentine’s Day, but I like to think of it as a day that goes a little bit deeper than stuffed teddies. But then again, I am a romantic.

Last year at this time our 6 month old baby, Chanley, got very sick and was hospitalized for quite a while. There is nothing more heartbreaking than seeing your baby hooked up to oxygen and countless other tubes while looking at you, begging you to make everything better. When we finally got to bring her home, it was on Valentine’s Day. There were no flowers or chocolates that year. Instead there was lots of cuddling and kisses. It was the best Valentine’s Day ever, because we were together.  Often times it’s just so easy to get caught up in the craziness of life, and forget what’s really important.

Usually it’s in those little, simple moments when you realize what love is all about.

Like cuddling on the couch.

Or laughing until you cry or pee your pants. (Check out that little cheeseball!)

So last year my husband and I decided we were going to start a tradition. We decided we were going to write a Valentine’s Day letter to Chanley every year.

I know what you’re thinking, she’s a baby! She can’t even read.

True dat. But, someday she will be old enough.  And when she is, we’ll have her letters all tucked away safe and sound just for her.

And someday our Chan will grow up and will no doubt hate Valentine’s Day at one point or another. Because she got her little heart broken by her true love Jimmy, and feels like her world is over.

But at least she’ll know that she’ll always be mommy and daddy’s Valentine. Always.

Even if your kids are older, this is the perfect time to start writing them a love note for Valentine’s Day. They may not appreciate them now, but someday they will become little treasures to them.

-I realize that this is a pretty simple concept, but a love letter to your children or hubby (in my opinion) is the best gift EVER!

In my letter to Chanley this year (in case you were wondering) I just told her how much I loved her, and I also thought it’d be fun to tell her what 18 month old Chanley is like.  Her likes and dislikes. Personality, ect. For instance:

{warning: picture overload}

I want her to know that she was completely crazy. She just loves the snow and would play in it all day, every day if mommy let her. Mommy, however prefers the warmth.

(Pictures are always a good thing to add to letters as well.)

I want her to know that she gives the sweetest, slobbery kisses e-va.

I want her to know that she has a love affair with books right now. She will sit, captivated and bring book after book after book to us, begging us to read it.

And my favorite:

Dancing in the kitchen. She loves to bust a move. After we spin and twirl and rock out for awhile, then she’ll lay her head on me and sometimes even fall asleep as I waltz around the kitchen. It melts my heart.

Yes, we do it pretty much every day. In our PJ’s.

I wrote about her loving to be tickled, and that she has the most contagious little giggle.

I also wrote about her love for spicy food, and grapes and that I have to “hose” her off after every meal. I told her she dislikes naps very much, (unless mommy or daddy is holding her), and that she loves to fold her arms and pray several times a day…

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Love notes are important, because they last forever. My memory stinks, so maybe that’s why I love them so much.

It’s important to remember….

Because, when my baby is a hormonal teenager who is slamming doors and thinking life is so unfair and mom is so uncool, at least I have proof to show her that she and her mommy were once BFF’s.

P.S. Thank you for letting me share so many personal things will you gals. It’s always a bit more scary and vulnerable, but you guys are always so sweet.

alysha

Alysha is a twentysomething ice cream enthusiast who lives in Colorado with the love of her life and two children. She loves garage sales, dancing in the kitchen, and slowly making her house a home. Her Halloween and Christmas decorating posts were both featured on Better Homes and Gardens last year. She also has an absolute love for photography and documenting life's little joys on her new blog, www.thelensmomma.blogspot.com.

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