Love

Last week, on a whim, I bought these hyacinths for myself. I smelled them before I saw them as I walked into our neighborhood grocery store, and I knew a pot would be coming home with me. They were too beautiful to pass up, the perfect hint of the forthcoming spring. A reminder that my favorite seasons are just around the corner. Ben usually gives me a potted flower for Valentine's day (he knows me well: I much prefer a plant I can keep to a bouquet of flowers), so when I walked in the house holding the hyacinth, I told him that as much as I appreciate his sweet show of love, I found my own gift and he didn't need to bother this year.

Today I spent a quiet day with my littlest valentine, playing and baking. Both of these things done with intention. Both as acts of love for my son. We baked sugar cookies to give to Daddy (without the icing, since he prefers them this way), and bread for Mama and Isaac to enjoy with lunch. It was just the day I needed to pull myself out of the valley I have been in lately.

And when Ben came home, Isaac ran to him, hugged him and yelled, "Happy Valentime's Day!" Ben grinned from ear to ear and hugged him back. Nothing could have filled my heart more in that moment. 

February may be a trying month, but I'll never stop feeling grateful for my husband and son. I am so lucky in love. This Valentine's Day was a very good reminder.