Oh come on, You’ve heard the traditional valentine poems found in nursery rhymes books. So proper, so fine. Almost makes me want to grow a stache, move to France, and pick flowers.
The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you.
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou'd be you.
zzzzzzz…Bah, I'm bored. Lets live a little. I’m due for some realistic love, aren't you? A tweek here, a twist there…and voilà! Hayley-fied!
Curly hairs, sticky nose
peanut butter, painted toes
Red balloons, taste so good
Naps so sweet-knock on wood
Sparkly sugar, sparkly eyes
cookies, feathers, pizza pies
Valentines rock, I agree
not just one, but i have three
Kissed on smiles, giggles too
All because I love you.
So, good story everyone, I was taking a picture of me with that delish cookie (or biscuit, if your feeling French) and Levi came along and smashed it in my face. Thanks. Was it just asking to be dancing around on my nose and chin? Say wha? So me (being “me”) delicately placed the cookie on Levis face. He loved it. Like being kissed by a unicorn.
The pizza, cookies, crafts, and photo shoot was a great way to celebrate V-day. It ended with a swimming fest, and a sleepy little Tolman Family. I love my girls, and I most defiantly think my boy is worth every cinnamon heart, cookie kiss, and popped balloon. We have never been so in love…obviously!
