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Tonight

Hubby and I weren't planning on doing anything big tonight for Valentines Day. We'd agreed not to exchange presents because money is tight right now. We tell each other that we love each other every day, so it's not like one day out of the year is something huge and different for us.

I made a double batch of sugar cookies, frosted them and went to Ashley's class for her party. It was such a sweet scene, watching the children racing around the room, placing valentines on their friend's tables. It brought a smile to my face to see such joy on their faces.

For dinner we managed to find a few bucks for pizza so I didn't have to cook. Hubby went to pick it up...and I kept on frosting cookies at the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Ally, Ash and their friend Kylee were dashing around being secretive, giggling, telling me I couldn't go into the dining room. After a bit I went upstairs.

later, I was led downstairs to find the table in the dining room had been set with a lace table cloth, fine china, crystal goblets and a candle. They turned out the lights, lit the candle and poured some rootbeer for us. When the pizza was served, Ally played piano music for us, while Ashley and Kylee danced for us.

It was such an incredibly sweet moment in time. So beautiful. I'm blessed to have incredibly thoughtful children, and a sweet romantic husband.

Later on hubby and I took plates of cookies to several of our neighbors and wished them a happy valentines day.

All in all, a good time.

Comments

  1. Sometimes, it's nice to do something nice without wanting something in return.

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  2. Hi Pamela
    What a beautiful family you have. Those are the kind of moments you will remember all your life and that sounds far more romantic and loving than fine dining in a fancy restaurant.

    Glad you had a wonderful Valentines Day.

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  3. Thank you Madmae Butterfly. It was a very sweet moment in time, one I'll treasure forever. The children were so thoughtful, it melted my heart.

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  4. that made my heart happy!
    what great kids you have.

    valentines was great here. we did pizza too!

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  5. Yay for pizza! I love pizza.

    Sounds like you had a good Valentines day too FN.

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  6. duckgirl4:50 PM

    That was just simply beautiful, Pam! What sweet girls, including their little friend who helped! :o)

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  7. Thanks DG. It was a beautiful moment and a treasured memory.

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  8. Glad you had a wonderful day you deserve it.

    Careful who you give credit for on me blog,,,,,,Madame Butterfly has a temper,,,,,,,,,,,LOL

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  9. Don't listen to Whitesnake Pamela, I'm not that precious.......

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  10. what a sweet gesture your family made.

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  11. Pamela,
    I use to be a die setter. Put dies in to presses. I worked in the car industry in press shops. making the panels for cars, roofs , doors hoods etc.
    My last job was working for a aircondtioning factory.
    Basically for 25 years i have benn using the more notable muscles and nerves etc until they decided to move me to doing assembly work which involves using muscles and nerves that have hardly been used.
    Hence nerve, muscle irritation.

    The main nerve is what some call the ulna nerve or funny bone.

    Sadly age doesn't help the problem.
    If you require any thing else my dear please feel free to email.

    As for forgetting you on VD. It was not an oversight it was merely that I felt I didn't know you that well...........

    But if ya willing ta get ta know an ole snake.......ya never know what will happen.

    Take Care...
    Steve

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