Valentine's Day

I'm sure I've mentioned it here before, but I'm not a huge fan of Valentine's Day.  After years of watching other women gripe and whine and moan and issue threats if their significant others didn't jump through the proper hoops they'd set in place, well, it left a bad taste in my mouth.  Besides, we do up birthdays big, as well as Christmas, so we don't need another day set aside to give presents.  We show our love daily.  And when you have a husband who sleeps at the hospital with you every night after you give birth, rather than going home to sleep in a comfortable bed, well, what trinket could top that?  I feel sufficiently loved and cherished every day, and I hope my husband can say the same. 

Of course, there's also the taint of having spent Valentine's Day 2011 in sadness, as I'd had to call my vet's office that morning to schedule Calvin's Final Appointment. I cried most of the day.  Not, exactly a happy memory. 

But Valentine's Day 2011 also marked the day we found out we were expecting Alex.  Something sweet, for sure, although the news was quite shocking, considering we weren't planning on a baby, nor was I supposed to be able to get pregnant. 

I expect we'll do small things for Valentine's Day as Alex gets older.  I do want him to see the sweet side of the holiday. So, for his first Valentine's Day, we made a little something for Steven.

I suppose it's a little corny and sentimental, but someday, that tiny hand will be bigger than mine, and I expect this will become all the more precious to remember his babyhood. 

(For the record, I wanted to add the cats' paw prints to this, but I'm not dumb enough to ink up cats by myself.  Doing the baby's hand was hard and messy enough!)

And so we can remember what our boy looked like on his first Valentine's Day, here's a picture:

No outfit can say Happy Valentine's Day like one with a monkey driving a monster truck!

We are truly blessed.