Happy Valentine's Day

This morning I was greeted by a lovely surprise when I walked into the kitchen.  Scott and I aren't particularly dedicated celebrators of Valentine's Day or its Hallmark cousins, so this was an unexpected delight.

It reminded me of one of the many reasons I fell in love with my husband, though.  Twenty years ago on this date, under very different circumstances, I was a high school sophomore in Spanish III when a knock at the classroom door revealed the delivery of a tell-tale white florist's box.  Like everyone else in the class, I assumed this was intended for one of the popular girls.  I can still recall the bemused elation I felt when the box was instead deposited on my desk.  Proceeding with caution lest this was some cruel joke, I opened the lid to reveal one dozen long-stemmed red roses accompanied by a card that read simply:
"You thought I forgot.  Love, Scott". 
I've never forgotten.

Superbowl 2011 - Packers vs. Steelers

Scott and I took Abraham to Troy and Megan Fisher's house on Sunday for their annual Superbowl party.  We know we're nearing the end of what my friend, Jane, calls the "potted plant" stage (i.e., if you put Abraham down, he remains in that same place until you move him), so we're enjoying what may be the dwindling days of being invited to other people's homes.

Abraham enjoyed the festivities immensely apart from when the dramatic interception/touchdown play in the first half caused a momentary eruption in the room.  The shock of the sudden noise must have scared him because he immediately burst into tears.  I wasn't quick enough with my camera to capture the moment, but perhaps it is just as well to see him in his normal happy mode sitting with Daddy and then with our hosts, Megan and Troy.