Valentine’s Day is just another day around our house. We don’t do flowers or presents or fancy dinners. It’s not that we’re anti-Valentine’s Day. We just live life as John often sums it up, “I tell you and hopefully show you that you are very loved every day of the week. I, on the other hand, have had so many work projects and volunteer commitments lately that I’ve been MIA, which leads me to deal with extreme guilt when I walk in the house at night and see everything cleaned, laundry folded and dinner plate waiting on the stove. Knowing that I likely haven’t expressed ample amounts of my love and gratitude toward my husband, and knowing we have a strict no gifts policy, I decided to take the tried and true route cleared by so many women before me. You know, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” It’s true. A wise woman once told us before marriage that love starts in the kitchen. A favorite around our house is anything with oranges and cranberries, so this little muffin recipe dressed up in parchment cups from Paper Chef was the perfect “You are loved today and every day” gift for my valentine.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you. I hope you feel so loved.
Yesterday, J and I celebrated our third anniversary. Third! How on earth did that happen? Oddly enough, this is the first anniversary we’ve ever spent together, and wouldn’t you know it would fall in the middle of the week. We celebrated with a low key dinner at our favorite local spot, Harvest Moon, and then I spent some time admiring my now dried bouquet with cotton from my grandparents’ farm, flipping through our guest book and toasting my husband with the flutes used on our wedding day ( a special gift from my brother and sister-in-law just after our engagement).
In an effort not to sound like a Hallmark card, I’ll simply tell you that I love him more today than at 4:20 PM on Saturday, November 7th, 2009 when we were pronounced Mr. and Mrs. John Reed Freeman. We’d be the first to tell you that 2012 has been a year of surprises and hiccups, but one thing is for sure, love never fails.
So, here we are three years later: a house, a dog and many new pairs of shoes. I’d say this marriage thing is working out pretty well.
Here’s to number four…
Guest Book: Jenni Bick Bookbinding; Champagne Flutes: Tiffany & Co
Meet Jack. Also, meet my rug, day two. As I was snapping a few photos Sunday night, Jack flew into the living room insisting on his own photo shoot. You must understand, taking a photo of Baby J is nearly impossible. His multi-colored eyes and severe underbite (not pictured), combined with his greyhound speed do not allow for a ton of frame worthy photos. Rewind to December 1, 2011: Jack received all of his advent calendar treats during our holiday photo shoot while I begged him to do all of his tricks and commands, which he did ONLY long enough to receive his treat. With each click of the camera, I watched my dreams of the perfect Christmas card end with a blurred vision of my little angel.
When all 8.6 pounds of this rambunctious, squirrel-chasing, hole-digging, anything-licking, everyone-loving mama’s boy posed himself perfectly and barked for my attention, there was no way I was passing on the opportunity to catch this sweet face. His quizzical expression sums his little personality up perfectly. While he may have nothing to do with food or fashion, he’s definitely family. Friends, Meet Jack. The cutest kid on the block.