On the first of February,
we were around the kitchen table making love boxes.
It's a pretty well-established tradition at this point.
A smattering of paper and stickers, scissors, glue, ribbon and tape, crayons and markers.
They are being filled now, and I'm trying to decide what the menu for Saturday night's valentine dinner will be.
There will be candles and music,
bubbly,
balloons,
a small surprise for each of them on their plate, and a big fancy cake
that I plan to make on Saturday afternoon.
I love the stability of traditions, a way to mark the years as they go 'round.
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