Holla Hump Day

First things first...

HOLLA

(this would be how we started the day)

This week's shout out goes to...

...SETH. People say Valentine's Day is a Hallmark holiday. People say it's a crock and a waste. Still others say its just a way for boyfriends/husbands to be reminded to be romantic. I say those people, whoever they are, just aren't doing it right. They should take a lesson from my husband. And not just because he's a man, but because he gets it right. To me, Valentine's day means loving everyone and showing it just a little bit more than maybe you have recently been able to do. It wasn't until this Valentine's day that I realized Seth felt the same way. I wasn't sure if I should outline what Seth did. Some things should just remain sweet and private right? Well, I'm not very good at that. I want the world (or I guess just the 50 or so that read this blog) to know that Valentine's day can be just like any other day/holiday....exactly what you make it.

Seth told me Sunday night after Lila went to bed that he had to go to the store. I was pretty solidly perched on the couch as I often am late at night these days. He came home with flowers for me. It was so very sweet and all I really wanted. Then I kept hearing him rustling around in the kitchen. I asked what he was doing and he said he got flowers for my mom and his mom. He began to tell me he thought Lila and I could go delivering them for Valentine's Day. I thought that was such a fantastically wonderful idea. We started talking and discussed taking them to a few other people too. Of course, I would love to bring flowers to everyone, but I knew my time in the car with Lila would be somewhat limited. So I decided on stopping to visit my wonderful friend Kim and my sister. Four stops would be the perfect amount.

I went to bed that night after Seth. I entered the kitchen to let Molly out and saw this set up for Lila for the next morning.... my heart just melted:

Lila felt so special and just kept staring and pointing saying "flowers". We went to see Kim and then Sara. Both just seemed so thrilled with our little delivery. On the way to my mom's work I called her and asked her if she could come outside in ten minutes. She started telling me how wonderful and sweet it was that I sent flowers to my Grandma from Lila. I told her I had no idea what she was talking about and that they weren't from me (even though I secretly wished I had been that on top of things). She then said there was a nurse that my grandparents had met while John T. was in the hospital named Lila too and they must have been from her. We hung up and I called Seth. Something gave me a sneaking suspicion he might have done it. When I asked him he tried to act all oblivious and pretend he didn't know what I was talking about. But then he simply said, "oh yeah! Lila and I sent them to her yesterday". I promptly began to cry.

If you don't read this blog too frequently John T. was my grandfather and he recently passed away. I know it meant so much to my Grandma to get those flowers, but I am almost sure it meant more to me (and maybe my mom) than Seth will ever know. He inadvertently gave me the best Valentine's Day gift he could have ever given.

If Valentine's day is a crock that's fine. I'll take that kind of day any time. Well done honey.