I have mentioned that my husband (who I may start referring to as Mr. Baseball), is not a holiday kind of guy. In particular, he thinks that Valentine's Day is a holiday manufactured simply to boost profits for the card companies. I have accepted this, and I don't really expect much on Valentine's Day. I just made a special dessert and got something for each of the kids.
On Tuesday night (Valentine Eve), my favorite boy yelled up the stairs, "Mom, I know what you are getting for Valentine's Day, but I am not telling!" I gave my husband a questioning look, and he said, "I don't know what he is talking about." In other words, "Don't get your hopes up because I haven't done anything, and I don't know what he is talking about." I just laughed.

When Mr. Baseball came in from work yesterday, he was carrying some pink carnations. My favorite boy ran into the room and said, "Dad! They were supposed to be RED!" Evidently, my favorite boy had given his father specific instructions at bedtime to bring me some red flowers. Mr. Baseball did attempt this; but at the time he went to the store, they were out of roses, and the delivery truck was stuck somewhere in snowy northern Kentucky.

I told my favorite boy that it didn't matter because I loved the flowers, and I was so happy that he wanted to give them to me. He said, "I just knew you needed the flowers mom. You don't have any!" Well, now I do, and they are the best flowers ever!

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