When I first met Stacy it was around Christmas 1980. The memory is slightly fuzzy, she was this beautiful ambitious blonde with bangs to the back of her head and big (I mean HUGE green eyes, it's hereditary) she scooped me up in her arms and showed me the world. I'm sure our mom freaked out when she popped into the bathroom arms snuggly around her newborn baby. Just a couple months later, Valentine's Day, she would turn two. I was her baby, from there on that goldilocks would tell me everything, boss me, be my "teacher", hold my hand and show me the way.
We were sharing a room and we had many loooong bedtimes where I would just lay chatting away and Stacy would finally say let's play a game... The silent game. Whoever talks first has to make the bed tomorrow. I didn't really have a choice to play or not. I would then crack my toes or shimmy on over and plant my butt on her until she would finally yell at me and ultimately lose the game. She would get pay back while practicing
Valentines Day has never been a huge event with my husband and I. Blame it on schedules or just not wanting to give into societies' escalated prices and pressure to deal with below par service and a $10 a la carte potato. Now, don't get me wrong, we will go out on a date night sometime around there when my hubby's firefighter schedule permits. I'm sure we will exchange a card and a little something chocolate or made from the heart!
Then, there's the kids... when my older daughter was in preschool I was super ambitious and got the crazy idea to do the Minion Twinkie Valentines https://www.pinterest.com/pin/131730357824915969/, ADORABLE, but I didn't know what I was getting myself into.
(Thank-you Just-Between-Friends.com for the free printable)
My amazing sister did half the work for me by printing the cards and sadly, I was still up till midnight on the 13th trying finish them. All I had to do was cut a few slits and shove the twinkie in... FOR FORTY KIDS. Needless to say, the next yea...