A week ago today, the boy made me breakfast in bed. I know a lot of people don't like Valentine's Day, but I do. I like having an excuse to make a fuss and be romantic and make pretty cards. He snuck down to the kitchen before I was fully awake and returned with a tray full of french toast, juice AND tea, fruit and flowers. I felt utterly spoiled and so very lucky. 
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