Cheesy Sunday

In the name of subtly celebrated holidays..
And cheesy Sundays.
Let’s call February 14 Valentine’s Day.

 

 

We’re bike people under this roof. For Christmas Santa surprised me with a Giant to dawn a new era after 8 years of pedaling a child-sized Schwinn. Let’s just say I’m very anxious for the return of long summer days and the chance to break that beast in with a baby wagon in tow.

I remember first seeing this corny pick-up line on a fellow mama’s blog, Along Abbey Road. She’s an old friend of mine and one of my main inspirations for being here with you.

The “s” on Wheelies is courtesy of the dude, who wanted to shout out to a local celebrity we know.. Check out their music.

Next Saturday some people will couple up and hit the town with nasty chocolates and blimp sized balloons. Others will play it single and eat an entire ice cream tub to themselves or sit in a steamy theater for the premiere of 50 Shades of Grey. I'll be with the love of my life, like I was last Saturday and will be for the next.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
If your folks hadn’t knocked boots
there wouldn't be you.

A couple of years from now I’m sure this reflection will look more like this flash back to Norway.




 But for now, we'll mark the day with this. Simple and sweet, for all the days and ways I love thee.