Child #3 made a "heart family". The mom and dad smell like strawberry ice cream. I wanted to eat them.
My favorite twins (yes, Keagan is wearing swim goggles) gave our door a heart attack. I'm leaving them on there for the rest of forever.
And ya'll, The Husband went to the Candy Porn store. Not only that, he made a custom box of the chocolates I love. Just looking at the box makes me tear up. I want to kneel down and say a prayer every time I walk by.
And then, because candy porn just isn't enough, he sends me this little goody. Does he just get me, or what? And because it's Valentine's, I'm going to pretend he was surfing through Pinterest, you know, at work, just looking for the one quote that describes me.
Happy Heart Day, friends.
I hope you eat a chocolate. Or two. Or a box.