My husband Brad has always firmly maintained a strict "no Hallmark holidays" stance. Especially when it comes to Valentine's Day. When we were hot and heavy in the early days (literally hot and heavy - post-University chub and excessively sweaty - not pretty), he would declare proudly, "why does anyone need to remind me to love and treat you special on one day of the year when I love and treat you special everyday?" "Wow, what a hopeless romantic!", you're likely thinking. Or, to play devil's advocate here, "what a hopeless cheapskate trying to avoid buying a V-day gift for yours truly". Thought I'd offer both perspectives for you. Anyway, to get back on track, he did sort of have a point. I say sort of, because when two people are in a fresh-out-of-the-oven romance, every day does feel extra sweet and special. Flowers "just because they made me think of you", back rubs "just because you work soooo hard se
Well...I try- try to get everything just perfectly so. From family to home, garden, cooking and beyond. Only problem is, well...nothing ever quite turns out the way I had hoped. I live by "almost": It almost fits, is almost edible, almost painted properly, almost deloused, almost safe... Will I ever get it right? Who knows. But along the way, it'll be anything but boring!