I woke up to my favorite breakfast in bed….with extra romantic touches.  Betty Crocker’s blueberry muffins from the box (nostalgic for me since we would make them all the time when I was younger) and fresh strawberries.  Micah added the special touches of a strawberry and a pat of butter both in the shape of a heart, and Chantilly cream for my strawberries.  I heard him in the kitchen whipping up a storm for about ten minutes straight.  When he came in with my breakfast, I cracked up when I saw the cream, and realized that he had whipped it by hand.  When I asked if my suspicians were true, he responded with, “Yeah….and I KNOW professional chefs dom’t do it that way.  My forearm is killing me, and I only did a small amount…..but isn’t it tasty!”  I then explained the beauty of a hand mixer, and then he got it.  The breakfast was delicious, and exactly what I wanted. I especially loved all of the silverware…including the dessert spoon!

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Afterwards, Tristen took Scout out to go and get his Valentines for everyone.  He came back with all of these heart balloons and looked darling.

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But in the meantime, Trilby and the girls came over to give Scout his load of Valentines.   His favorite by far was the “I’m Going On A Bear Hunt” book.  He has moved past Goodnight Gorilla for now to look for bears.

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Micah and I finished off the afternoon and night by helping Scout deliver some Valentines, a photo session with Tristen and Navy, the third of three runs in preperation for an upcoming 175 mile relay race,  the Doheny pizza he is in love with, Italian Cream Sodas, and a game of Scrabble which he demolished me in.  (I won the Scrabble game from a few nights ago that determined I was the best artist with a last minute seven letter word (genocide) that earned me a 50 point bonus) Call us simple, but some good food and a great game beats about anything else we ever do.  From the time we met we have played games.  So I guess it is fitting that on a day to celebrate our love…..we go back to our roots.