This year's Valentine's Day weekend wasn't flashy or extravagant--and honestly that made it even sweeter.
On Friday night we had Wrenley for a little while, so we made homemade pizzas! She loves the whole process, but her favorite is putting a lot of pepperonis on her pizza!
She was so proud.
Excuse her hair, she loves to pull her ponytails out!
After we ate our delicious pizzas, I gave her a bath and Makena took her home to have a girls night, as Carlie and Caleb went to the movies in Little Rock and were coming home late. Carl and Trey have been into trapping beavers at the farm lately. They usually go out sometime after dinner and come in around 8, depending on how it is going.
Carl and I stayed up too late watching television and enjoying each other's company (uninterrupted).
Saturday was Boone's birthday! He is our little lover💗
Happy Birthday Big Boy!
Before lunch Carl and I made a trip to see my grandmother in the nursing home, and I brought her some flowers. I am ashamed to say that I haven't been to see her since Christmas. She was doing as good as can be expected (she has dementia). She looked good though and loves to eat all of her candy (especially chocolate covered cherries).
She has always been such a big part of my life, and I love her so much.
After we left the nursing home we went to eat Mexican for lunch. Just the two of us. I love eating at new places, but there is just something comforting about familiar places-- no pressure, no big crowds, just good food and easy conversation.
We headed over to the next town to visit Makena at the museum. She showed us all of the new exhibits and plans they have for the new year. Carl and I came back home. It was cloudy and raining, so it was the perfect afternoon for a nap! We fixed a romantic dinner of spaghetti (Makena's request), salad and cheesy bread. It was delicious.
All of my Valentines💕
After years of marriage (almost 27!), love looks different than it did in the beginning. It's steadier. Deeper. And I think that is the most romantic thing of all!
Ending Valentine's weekend at church always feels right. Worship has a way of grounding everything. It reminds me that love isn't just a feeling-- it's a choice, a commitment, a daily laying down of pride and picking up grace.
Much Love,
Beth
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