I have always, and will always be, a complete romantic at heart. I just can’t help myself. I love romance and all that it encompasses! My hubby, bless his heart, has always known this and so we have always made a big deal out of celebrating Valentine’s Day. Then as fate would have it, the day we officially adopted our beloved son, was the 14th February. So now Valentine’s Day is a family occasion and we celebrate it every year by doing something special.
So being mad about baking and having men folk in my home who adore my cooking, I went out and bought lovely wee heart shaped baking pans and dishes with the intention of creating something really yummy to delight them.
However, this year although we exchanged cards and gifts, hubby and I were to spend the day in the hospital while I underwent a rather unpleasant test to check for a sinister disease. I was a complete basket case the day before and did not do the baking I had wanted to. I felt like such a failure for letting my boys down. Today I was a mess…crying, freaking out and very frightened. But at the risk of sounding super pathetic and corny, the thing that got me through was love. Hubby was there throughout most of the procedure, holding my hand, making terrible jokes and telling me about good times yet to come. When I had to be alone, I thought of my little boy and how blessed I am to be his Mother. I remembered his darling baby years and thought of all the little things I want to share with him while he is a child and as he grows up. I know for me, the meaning of life is simple – its love. It’s the greatest human experience that our life journey has to offer.
Happy valentine's day dear friends! May your life be filled with love...xxxx