Love Day

I cannot ever put into words how I feel about you, Jake.

I would write you a love poem if I could. But then they'd just make fun of us, wouldn't they?

I'll say this. There has never, and there never will be, anyone I love more than you. You are the beginning, the end, and all the in-between. You're my super-crazy best friend and I love you times a thousand.

xoxo
Sarie.

Emotional Baggage.

Had a super duper weekend.

Rented "The Ring" on Friday the 13th. Watched it. Got a little scared. Then the kitchen lights flickered on and off independent of the TV staying on and no other lights flickering. Just the kitchen ones. This resulted in me not sleeping well the last few nights. And did I mention Lill is sick again? And not your usual. She's got way more snot than the usual. I can't control it.

So enjoy your snot-free Monday. Do it for me. After all, spring is just around the corner.

xo.

When do I realize?

It's when I ask you to print something for me and you not only print it, but you staple it for me.

It's that noise you make when I plop on the couch next to you. That little sigh, the little groan, telling me you just love my warm self right next to you.

It's the way the side of your face looks when you're describing something to Ruby.

It's your sexy hands.

It's your I don't give a damn.

It's the way your eyes crinkle when you smile.

It's the way you hold your head so high and puff up your chest when you cook dinner for me.

It's the fact that you keep talking to me late at night, even when I hint that I'm too tired to, you still talk to me because you love it.

It's the way you handled me almost giving birth to Lillie in the car, the way our tears fell together when we first laid eyes on her.

It's when I peek in from the hall at church and I see you sitting on the bench with two of our girls on your lap. Each of them drawing pictures on your face with their hands. And your shoulders and back are relaxed. And you're letting them love you, and you love them 1,000 times more.

I shouldn't need a reason, but--

Happy Valentine's Day.

Photos are a bit blurry, there wasn't quiet enough light, but these are my little friends on Valentine's Day. We baked red velvet cupcakes and proceeded to eat them for two meals yesterday and three meals today.

Jake and I put our Valentine's Day photos from our little project into albums and wrote little notes about each one. I swear, for all the attitude he was throwing out, he was going to really slack on this one. BUT, his book was WAY better than mine: heartfelt, and completely made me cry. When I had tears brimming on one picture about me loving salads and the outdoors, he looked at me with a triumphant smile that reminded me of the ONE present on Christmas that always makes mom cry. And if you're the giver of that gift, it's the ultimate honor. The perfect concoction of sensitivity and thought. He deserved a trophy, even though he had the pregnancy hormones on his side...

Good one, Jake. You made this V-Day one of the best of my life.

V Day

Jake and I usually go out to breakfast on Valentine's Day. As the years have gone on, we have been forced to do other things since he's usually working and I don't want to get up at 6a.m. to eat breakfast. Not super romantic, since my eyes wouldn't even be open all the way. Well this year I got a great idea from a website I look at. We are each going to use a disposable camera to take pictures of "reasons why we love eachother". I'll develop them tomorrow morning and hand Jake his envelope without looking at it. Then we will make a list of reasons and explain the pictures, and then we'll give them to eachother! Sweet, right? Let's hear a big huge "awwww". Thanks guys. Happy Valentine's Day!

p.s. when I was single, especially in High School, I hated Valentine's Day. So if you're single (Jared, etc.) then I'm truly sorry I even brought this up and please don't be nauseous.