There have been years, in the past, where I was a bit passive to Valentine`s day. I wasn`t really soaking it up, I was liking it ok, but mostly going through the motions.
This year I was just overwhelmed with my love for my family– especially the daddy-man (sometimes we girls call him that) part of my little family. Valentines day felt almost sacred to me this year.
This took patience though. Laila was sleeping, that helped.
Here is Elle and I making V-day cut-out cookies.
Elle loves to work in the kitchen so much– she would live there if she could. It weirds me out, because there just really aren`t any big bakers in my family or G`s. And I don`t mean good cooks, I mean Big Bakers!
I was more giddy than her to start these cut-outs. The night before, I couldn`t sleep well, because I was so excited.
Haha. But once we started, Elle was in heaven and I faltered a bit… my tongue was tormented from how much I had to bite it. She flings flour giddily into the mixing bowl, missing a lot of the bowl, flour puffs everywhere… I want to say,
“Argh…” (and more stuff)
I try to remember the urban legend about the woman so devastated by her mother`s sharp words in the kitchen, that to this day, she does not cook.
My thoughts are in one zone: We are making a memory. We are making a memory. We are making a memory. We are making a memory. We are making a memory. We are making a memory...
In case you are thinking I am too uptight, well, then, you might be right.
I am sentimental in funny ways. My mom gave me such a beautiful gift this last birthday of mine. Part of the gift, were these vintage boy and girl cookie-cutters (way cool), with this exact handwritten recipe tied to them with twine. I think she kind of adapted this recipe herself. It is sooooo easy, and they are dreamy-delish, that`s why I am in love.
Easy, you had me at hello.
I know, I know, hair dangerously close to dough.
If you want the recipe, you can also copy it below♥. ↓
Little hands. 🙂
My friend, Miss K, got me started on Duncan Hines. I always thought there was little difference in cake mix boxes. She made cake with my girls one night so we could go out, and she happened to use Duncan Hines. We both agreed it tastes the most “homemade” of any mix ever.
Now I am a loyal DH customer. This frosting tastes close to the cream cheese frosting every Mennonite lady knows and makes. Not the same— I said close.(Close enough for me.)
In any situation, get me out of the kitchen asap, please.
We did a special dinner for out little family of 4– V-day night. Elle did the whole table. My goal was not stylish, but instead, meaningful.
So kitschy and touching here we come. 🙂
I got this idea from my friend, Sandi. She has 5 kids (boys and girls), they are 18 and under. She does a special meal, with a treat by each plate, every V-day for her whole family. I thought it was a superb tradition and now plan to copy– giving her full credit of course. 🙂
Here are the luscious cut-out cookies. They were swell. I gave them all away the next day, because well, there are too many pounds sitting on that plate.
We went to Walmart and Elle got to pick out treats for everyone else to put by their supper plate.
Sticky, tacky treats from Walmart.
$1 section, we love you.
We set a place for the Author of LOVE…
It`s crazy to think without Jesus we would not even have the ability to love. (I know without him, we wouldn`t be here in the first place, but you know what I mean. )
Red roses and a love note, scribbled on the back of a note I had scribbled to him earlier. I will keep the note always. I love the whimsy of it.
Elle decorated the whole table and she thought the puppy holding a heart was a nice fit. It was.
Here is daddy`s plate. The girls picked a blue puppy-face sucker for him. How fitting. Just kidding, not really…
I printed out the Love Chapter to read together. Thinking of True Love and what God has to say about it.
G and I had sparkling juice– the girls had pink milk.
We had Mexican buffet for supper.
Laila takes her role as princess very seriously. Don`t mess with this crown!
Ok, now is where fantasy turns to reality…
As we sat down to this meal, the girls were whiny and disruptive, and phones kept ringing… I felt like we weren`t getting the sacredness of it. ..
and we never did read the Love Chapter either.
It still was the most meaningful Valentine`s day ever. It wasn’t perfect– just like life will be.
My favorite thing about marriage is that in many imperfections of day-to-day, I have someone I fully trust to talk and pray with me, uniting us in a new and special way. It`s those kind of things that make my love with G so sacred to me. We both passionately stand our ground when disagreeing, but we are suckers for each other, with a desire to be united.
Ok, I need to go… Laila just came by with a snotty nose and I said,
“You need a mommy!”
Elle says from the playroom,
“I need one too!”
I started this post when they were sleeping, and took MANY breaks since…
…To serve them pink cake for breakfast. (Why waste it, when they want it?)
…To sweep the floor.
…To finalize dates for our night out tonight, as a couple. ♥
What did you do that was special (or a flop) this Valentines day? I`d love to hear!