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i love valentine's day. everything is covered in pink and red. hearts are everwhere you look and the day is filled with sweet sentiments and treats, and lots of l.o.v.e. to me, it's pure bliss. who doesn't love Love?

we woke up this morning to the bright winter sun, homemade valentines and goodies, and a yummy breakfast brought home from our local beachside diner up the street. we got our favorite chocolate (of course), wooden stacking rings for the baby, and bakugan for big brother. we got tickets to the tubing park (get ready pappou!), a sweet little gift (don't peek alex! it will be here soon...) i simply fell in love with, and a special cd made just for me...

god only knows...the beach boys
two doves...dirty projectors
lay, lady, lay...bob dylan
within your reach...replacements
all i want is you...glen campbell
the crane wife 3...decemberists
thing called love...johnny cash
sugar pie, honey bunch...temptations
lovers in a dangerous time...bruce cockburn
my girls...animal collective
hounds of love...kate bush
this tornado loves you...neko case
grow old along with me...john lennon

he has always filled my life with music, since the very beginning... that's just his way of capturing a feeling or sharing a moment or a special occasion, and i love that.

the boys are off to nana and grandpa's to get loved on all day, and we will be cleaning house (not so romantic, but oh so necessary!) and then rewarding ourselves with a little valentines dinner out, just for two.

hope you all have a beautiful and love-filled day!


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