EVERY DAY THE 14th.
This morning I woke up to the sound of my neighbor practicing his trumpet. In between all of his squeaking and honking, I think he might have been trying to play a Lionel Richie love song, but I couldn’t be sure. For breakfast, I served my children bowls of steel-cut-oats dyed pink with food coloring. Then I decorated the oats with shredded coconut in the shape of hearts. Indy was in awe that I had created a breakfast of such unnatural color, but thought that it was maybe #thecoolestthingideverdone and asked me “if i’d learned to do that trick back when I worked at the coffee shop” (?). We spent the morning finishing up Valentine’s Day cards: sawyer wiping glitter glue into his eyelashes and indy tattooing her arms with x’s and o’s. At Sawyer’s preschool drop off, I found chalk hearts on the sidewalk and when I went for coffee with a friend, I found a corazoncito in my latte. When I went to Indy’s school to volunteer for lunch duty, I watched all the of first and second graders in their varying shades of pink and red and purple. They threw candy hearts at each other from across the lunch table, then ran around like drunken adults: pulling on each other, spinning and talking to themselves. One girl came up to me and told me a joke about the Jackson 5 and when I asked her if she knew who the Jackson 5 were, she said no. Then a little boy with hummus and bits of seaweed on his face marched up to me and held out an offering. It was a piece of cheddar cheese in the shape of a heart, which he told me he had carved for me with his knife that he brought from home (?). He told me to eat it, and I almost did, but then I decided to save it, because it was the sweetest (and only) gift I had received all day, and also, it had some fuzz on it. So in the style of Outkast, here is to a Happy Valentines Day (every day the 14th). May your day be filled with love and cheese.
*thank you to the amazing amy mcmullen for the ballon-over-face-valentine-gram.