Valentine’s Day has evolved into a stay-at-home fondue dinner with our kids. It’s crazy how much they love it. Mom finally made something good for dinner! Chocolate and pixie sticks? I guess so. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
I serve up a chocolate fondue and a cheese fondue, to sort of help balance it. Then I strew the table with candies, as well as leave them an individual Valentine on their plate. One year, I made the mistake of doing a plate lotto. The person who found a heart taped to the bottom of their plate got a prize. Apparently this is the best part, and if you think you’re going to forget it, then you’re going to get back in your car and drive to the toy store. Like, right now.
I have kind of decided that you really can’t go wrong celebrating, period. However much you can celebrate, celebrate. And if you can celebrate more, celebrate more. I think it is because I want my children to grow up knowing that we are that kind of people. And we are that kind of people, because our God is that kind of God. He is generous, He overflows, He made chocolate, and because of Him, we can rejoice. But without Him, feasting is indeed a tiring farce. Seriously, don’t sign me up.
Dude was having a crying fitters in his chair. Unfortunately for him, his gap teeth, turtleneck, and fat face, made him waaay too cute to take seriously.
The natural conclusion when sitting at a table with candles, skewers, and marshmallows. Happens every time.
Life is good.