Weirdly hoping this is our most boring Valentines Day yet!
We have a weird little track record of Valentine’s Day coinciding with either a nasty illness or a humongous life transition.
In five years of marriage it’s looked like:
2016: Being so sick we spent our first Valentines Day in the hospital
2017: Celebrating early, since I was interviewing for and eventually landing my job
2018: Sick again!
2019: We found the house we ended up buying and would find out we were pregnant just a few weeks after... so yeah. That one takes the cake.
2020: ❓❓❓
We probably aren’t up for any massive life changes right now (I suppose there’s some exceptions. I’ll take a radioactive spider bite that gives me powers.) And we’re sure thankful to be healthier than those other two years. We’ve also got our three month old in the fold.
We did, however, order a cake and truffles from Milk Bar that was awkwardly delivered to my office, and that sounds like the perfect level of excitement for me right now.
An Uneventful Valentine's Day
