You can go to some blogs today and find the nifty little homemade valentines that some mothers have made. You can see the beautiful cards really wonderful mothers has designed and executed. You can see gorgeous little displays of handmade candy, chocolates, petit fours. But you won't see that here. So you can relax and you don't have to go away feeling insecure and inferior.
I thought about making chocolate mousse until I discovered that you have to have a beater for that. So I'll be grabbing something at the grocery store, scraping something up for dinner- the ramen noodles are all gone so that's out. And I hope my children learn that love comes in many forms. Sometimes it comes in the form of elegant, handmade trifles. And sometimes it comes in the form of having spent the last three days stripping wallpaper from the horsehair plaster in your living room. And it comes in the form of really listening when they want to tell you how their day was. Or in the form of being committed to them, your family and giving them an assurance of stability. And it comes in the form of laying down your life, your will, your needs and your desires in a million little ways for them and not out of obligation either, but only out of love.
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