In Love

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.

Also, this baby, she is love. I think it has to be her smile. It's so dang sincere it just goes right through my flesh and into my soul. I tell her I love her and I really mean it, even though I've just known her for 3 months. Kindda like when I met Christian for the first time, 10 years ago (tomorrow!) and I fell in love with him. It was fast but very sincere. I loved him right there and then. I loved that he existed. That this cool guy existed and I hoped that he and I would get to know each other more. And then with time I hoped that we would get married and start a family. The best part was that I felt peaceful about the whole thing, like if things didn't work out it would be o.k. I would be o.k. I still loved that he existed even if we weren't going to be together. This feeling was so different from what I experienced with my high-school boyfriend, which was intense, so intense. Lucky for me He fell in love with me too and now we get to grow our love together, adding some little ones in the mix. Some little ones for us to love.

Yesterday Maria said she was the luckiest person alive because she got two lollipops. She asked if I thought she was lucky. I told her I did. She asked if I knew of anyone else in the world that had two lollipops. I told her that I am not sure if anyone I know currently has two lollipops in their possession. I told her that it was possible that someone did. I wasn't sure how she would react, would she all of a sudden feel un-lucky? She smiled and said, "cool, there are two lucky people in the world." Phew! I love when my kids are happy for other people, it's something I try to teach them on a regular basis. With that said if you tell me that you are the luckiest person in the world because your husband/wife/partner/boyfriend/girlfriend is the best, I will believe you. When people tell me about their happy relationships and how much they love their significant other it makes me happy.

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.

Happy Valentine's Day. Hope you have a good day. More importantly I hope you have someone to love today, someone who understands you and cares for you and shares their Valentine's candy stash with you.

xoxo, Da