Thursday, February 14, 2013

Give The Day Her Due

I've been a Valentine's day slacker this year. It feels like symptom of a larger problem, one called My Life is Nutso.

But I sit and take stock now and then and decide all over again that I'll take my new kind of nuts. It leaves me sort of exhausted and soul-bruised sometimes, but this is the life I was meant to live - at least today, but probably not forever, because if there's one thing I know for sure it's that as soon as things start to seem normal, a shake-down happens.

I'm fine with that. It lends a certain air of adventure to life. Even if it does interfere with my seasonal decor.

Before 11 pm last night I had exactly two Valentine's decorations out - a fabric heart hanging from the pantry knob that Cory repeatedly removes because it "bugs" him, and my now-brown-at-the-edges newspaper heart wreath.

I'm a disgrace to cupids everywhere.

But I hit my stride late last night and overcame obstacles in the vein of missing tape and smooshed garlands. I strung up every existing decoration I could find from Valentines of yesteryear. It was total hodge-podge, gaudy and wonky.

It was kid perfection.

I'm so glad I remembered. I almost went to bed without it even crossing my mind.

I make plenty of Mama mis-steps, but I like to think that I do holidays some justice. They aren't magazine-worthy or even pin-worthy, but they are always Calvin/Ruby/Silas approved.

They're momentos of my love for them and though they wouldn't doubt it in the absence of crayon-wax hearts, I adore creating these moments just for them, just for us. It always feels like a privilege.

After a very short night with our youngest, he traipsed downstairs this morning and literally gasped. "Mommy! Good job!"

Just like that, all was forgiven. Funny how that happens around here.

Silas is always the one who notices these things most acutely. I love him for it.

 
We feasted by the light of the fading moon.
We giggled for the heck of it, and because dangling breakfast hearts will do that to a person.

There were gifts, one Mud Love bracelet on each plate, chosen with intention.

The Mud Love people don't know me and I don't know them, but I love the work they're doing. Bracelets and necklaces are made in a nearby town and sell for just $5 a pop. 20% of their profits go toward clean water in Africa. Win-Win-Win! And there are tons of words and band colors to choose from.

 (I spy Christmas decorations still hanging at the windows. What have I become??!)

Silas cried for the first time all year about going to Pre-school because he wanted to "stay home wis all the hots" (with all the hearts)

He's such a swoony love bug.  Especially when he's not thrashing around all the live-long night.

I think we'll keep them up for a while. It seems a pity to enjoy them for just one day. I'm all about keeping the love alive. And they're so dang cheery.

So, here's to the best job on the planet. Here's to tired eyes and wax hearts, circa 2010. Here's to kids who are easily blown away and the sheer, magical gift of being the dynamite.

Here's to hot dates scheduled for the weekend.

Here's to a full night's sleep. (Please, God.)


Happy Valentine's Day, Lovies. I wish I could send you all a homemade box of truffles.
Except I didn't make any this year.

So would you settle for tomato soup?