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a little bit of love and some songs.

It is tired and I'm late. Or something like that.

So just a little bit of Valentines love and a tune.

Loved hanging out with my husband and laughing last night.
Loved our dates tonight. Shaun got Tess and McDonalds, princess dresses and my little pony.  Owen requested shrimp tacos and Gnomio and Juliet. I totally got the better end of that deal and hopefully we started a new tradition of taking our kids out on fun dates for Valentines.

I skipped the playlist this week...but made a valentines one last year, and it would pretty much be the same.  Although I would probably add this one:


And I am sure this is sacreligous or something but I didn't read 1 Corinthians 13 at my wedding. And I promise I got married in a church. Instead a friend read these verses and they are still some of my favorites on love:

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.  Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.  No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.  1 John 4:7-12

And I don't have any cute pictures to add of my kids coloring valentines or making cookies. We did both. But mostly they colored on the table and put the stickers on my face. And the cookies were not exactly photo worthy and were eaten long before I ever thought to get out a camera. So instead...I'm going with Tess's cheesiest smile. Even though she kind of looks angry and is having a slight wardrobe malfunction. The real drama is going to be getting this princess dress off of her!

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Sounds like a great Valentine's Day!

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