Love Week- Day One

Our home is decked out in red and pink. There are hearts, cupids, and banners that exclaim love and my desire to possess everyone in the house.
Be Mine!   (I'm sort of selfish that way.)

My kids get very excited for Love Week. Mostly, it's the candy. But, hopefully, they're also excited for the love notes they get each day.  Hopefully, they'll tuck these little treasures in their drawers and when they see them in May or August, they'll be reassured that they are indeed loved.

I try to express love for my family every day. We say "I love you" a lot. I cook them dinners and wash their laundry--little acts of kindness that say I care. But, I think we all need a little something extra every now and then. And, in this day of technology and email and facebook, a hand-written note is rare. Maybe they won't appreciate it until years later, but I cling to the hope that someday they will.

As part of Love Week, I'll tell you some things that I love. Maybe you'll return the favor. Tell me what you love, in the comments, or on your blog. Let me know. Because I want to know. I do.

Today, I love the Handy Man. Not just because he puts up with me and my lack of cleaning skills. Or because he kisses me even when I'm sick. Today I love that he wants to give me the world. No. Really. I've told him that if we were ever wealthy, it would be a bad thing. I'd be spoiled rotten. He hates to deny me anything. And, I'm embarrassed to admit,that I take advantage of that sometimes.

Case in point, my Valentine's gift.

Yep, that would be a new laptop. It's a bottom-of-the-line, basic, don't-do-anything-but-write-and-blog computer. But, it's a huge step up from my old one (which my kids have happily inherited).  I'd like to say that this will help me blog more. Thing is, it's hard getting used to. The keyboard is sleek and flat and my fingers cannot find the keys half the time. But, I'm practicing, and practice in this case, is fun.

Of course, this gift from the Handy Man is for him, as well. And, it's an investment, he keeps reminding me. It will get us closer to me getting paid to write. Whatever. He did it because he likes to spoil me. And, I like to let him.


(Don't forget to tell me something you love!)