Valentine's Day

Ok, so I know that Valentine's Day is just a Hallmark holiday. But there will always be a little expectation of something special on this romantic day. Alas, my day has been awful. Matt never breathed one word to me this morning and the kids have tried me in every way possible. Emma has ruined every pair of underwear she put on, Molli has broken things and whined incessantly, and Sydney is climbing on everything and, subsequently, falling off. So as the girls are devouring their macaroni and cheese at lunch time, I have a break down. I am convinced that I am the world's worst mother, that a truly loving mother would never break down; she's always in control. Then I think my husband doesn't love me or he would have at least said "Happy Valentine's Day". Next, I realize that I am PMSing which of course makes me cry harder. I call my mother in desperation. She reassures me that everything is ok; I just start crying harder. Just when I am comtemplating why life is so bleak, the back door opens and in sweeps my husband with a dozen lavender roses and a card. My reaction? Hysterical tears. Which confuses him of course. He cleans up the girls and sweeps them all upstairs for a nap and sets me in front of my favorite movie with chocolate. SO thank you God for Valentine's Day which has helped me to realize my dependence on You for strength and how much I love the man I married.