My little Valentines woke up to a trail of conversation hearts leading them to a special love-day breakfast. It was fun to celebrate Valentine's Day on a Sunday this year because it felt like we were really able to focus our attention on one another without the interruption of school and work. After church we invited Nana and Papa Grover and cousin Lisa over for a romantic dinner of heart-shaped grilled cheese sandwiches and homemade tomato soup.
I'm beginning to feel the weight of the responsibility to civilize these Grover men of mine so that they'll one day....one very, very far away day....be ready to assume the role of the gentleman for their own Valentine. I'll just say that we have a long ways to go in our manners and etiquette department. But for now, I'm happy to be the only recipient of their Valentine affection, bare chested, sweaty boy-smelling, bad table manners and all.
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