Lub

"Lub" is how we're saying it this week, our pockets a'bulge with Kleenex.

(My Valentine shows his lub by taking on the majority of little-nose-wiping
since snot is my nemesis.)

On to lub day.

Lub day eve family card making:

Jane made a special card for Elliot, her true lub. she told me earnestly, "We're going to marry for ever and make all our dreams come true."
She dictated this card: "Dear Elliot, BE MINE. Have lots of hugs and kisses, from Jane."

 Lub around the house:

Pillows and bookmarks for little lubbies:

 Hearts:

Including one of Malan's love notes from a secret admirer this week. It says, "To: Malan, From: You know who. Here is a hint. I start with E. You are nice. You can read."
(Caleb bristled a bit at his little girl's first love letter, but had to give the lad credit for prioritizing personality and brains.)

 Lub in the kitchen:

I'll have no need to go out to eat ever again because Caleb has mastered all my favorites.
This go 'round it was fresh spring rolls (2 dipping sauces) and Thai pineapple chicken curry.
What?! so so good.

My dippy little card seemed a pittance after that feast, but tradition is tradition.
I dedicated this card: "To My Valentine, because when life gets crappy, you make me happy."
I am pleasantly surprised by my own wit.

Would you like a peek?

 Heart girl does not have a mustache. I just stink at art.

I guess Valentine's Day can seem contrived. But I tell you what, in our frantically busy life right now, it was SOOOO nice to have an excuse handed to us all to pamper each other. And it was sweet my friends, so sweet.

To all of you:
I value your niceness and reading skills.
Have lots of hugs and kisses.
Lub, Kate


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