Today is Valentine's Day, and for the first time in a long time, someone in this house actually cares.
Spoiler alert: It's Edith. She has made a valentine for me and another for daddy, and a few random ones just for good measure. And she has received a couple from our neighbors, so I think that she'll spend this morning making a few more to drop off in her friends' mailboxes. Craft + outing = Perfect activity. For Edith, at least.
I guess I wasn't exactly truthful in my first sentence. I care about Valentine's Day, but only because Paul usually celebrates by bringing me home a yummy treat. Ask me in 12 hours if the tradition continued.