My heart has grown in such a way to include my little son as my perfect valentine. I was awakened with little tugs on my ponytail (Wyatt's way of saying get up mama). What a nice day we had, eating waffles for breakfast (I gave him a few bites) and getting beautiful flowers delivered in the afternoon from dada. We baked muffins and snuggled tonight while dada played guitar. Mama and Dada had a little "date" at the a banquet the church put on...we even slow danced and had chocolate covered strawberries...Happy Valentines it was. Goodnight.
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