Christian made pink heart pancakes with pink whip cream for breakfast. It was my idea. More often than not I have ideas of things I want to do and then Christian goes and does it. And perfects it. This is love.
I thought the kids were going to be thrilled about their special Valentine's Day breakfast but honestly they did not seem impressed. Maria just ate the whip cream and Enzo would of been just as happy with a bowl of cereal. Then right when we got to that critical point of "OMG you're late for school. Again. Hurry. Seriously, hurry!" Enzo looks in the KitchenAid bowl and squeals, "the whip cream is PINK, Maria Aurea look, the whip cream is pink" and he jumps up and down the way he does when he's excited, the way I was expecting him to react 20 minutes earlier. Next time I'll turn on the light when they start eating and not wait for the sun to fully come out before they realize that what they have on their plate is something special.
Sometimes you try really hard as a parent. And you fail. This is still love.
And if you don't have a significant other to love, that's cool too. Hopefully one day you will, when you're ready, and when you meet the right person. The type of person you're just happy exists in the world.