So last night I fell into bed EXHAUSTED.
I must be getting old.
EVERY year on Valentine's Day eve I stay up until everyone has gone to bed, and I give the house a heart attack. I have a large plastic tote FILLED with hearts that get plastered EVERYWHERE.
I couldn't do it.
I taped up a few and set my phone alarm for 4:20am (to beat the seminary student) and went to bed. I was wakened at 11:30pm by that very same, very sweet seminary student.
She happened to be sneaking around taping hearts to all surfaces.
I pretended not to see her creeping.
I love HER heart.
She must have thought I was too tired.
(she was right)
I shut off my alarm and didn't get up until 5:00.
We did have heart-shaped cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
And red fruit.
After my Valentines got off to work and school, I put on my best red jacket and drove to Manchester, NH to witness a very sweet Valentine's Day adoption.
I LOVE this family!
And they love their little Jo-Jo.
Now he IS their little guy.
My sister and her crew have so much love to give, their family just keeps growing.
I think of the Ortons whenever I hear
"Love One Another."
Happy Adoption Day Orton Family!
It's a Valentine's Day VICTORY!!