The 14th of February

It's been a while since I thought of the 14th of February as Valentine's Day. A number of years ago it stopped being that for us and became the boys birthday (quite fortunate for their Dad really, it means he has a fighting chance of remembering the date)

After the boys were born our wonderful midwife, Jodie, suggested to my husband that surely I deserved some flowers on such a special day. I seem to recall pointing out that if that's what I had to do in order to get a bunch of flowers I could probably live without them!

He took me at my word.

The 14th is celebrated as our boys birthday, not a day of romantic declarations. This year it was paint balling for 20 as opposed to a quiet dinner for two, birthday cards in place of valentines, sponge cake instead of chocolates, coca-cola rather than champagne, and not a flower in sight.( I compensated slightly by making a flower pendant to wear on the day, and of course it had to be red.)   

A folded red silk flower pendant

So my expectations weren't high when he asked if I wanted an apple for Valentines day. Knowing his sense of humour I was picturing a Granny Smith or Cox's Orange Pippin tied in a cheeky red bow. You can't imagine my surprise when this arrived.........

My joint Valentine and Early Birthday present! Wheeee!

It would seem he's taken pity on me and can no longer bare to see my vain attempts to combat the temperature in the office. Either that or the freezing hands I keep shoving down his neck to illustrate how cold I am have finally taken their toll.  Now I can sit in front of my roaring fire surfing till my little fingers are numb from over use rather than lack of heat.

I think I prefer apples to flowers :o)