In Valentines past, I have gone to extraordinary lengths to show my love and be romantic with my husband. Back when we were starving artists I even got a job delivering roses … just so I could keep all the extras. I covered my one bedroom studio apartment in petals and cooked a candlelight dinner. Dinner may sound cliché but this vegetarian went so far as to cook him a steak! I guess nothing says romance to a southern boy like red meat. (P.S. I wore rubber gloves and yes, I gagged while cooking it!)This Valentine’s Day is going to be different. We are three now. Quite honestly I am looking forward to doing something special for my new little Valentine. In fact, I think my husband and I are more in love with each other now that she is in the picture. It seems fitting to include her in the celebration.
Sounds very ... well, Catholic. A child is the love between a husband and a wife made visible and present as a new person. Kari seems to get that and wants to celebrate it. Their daughter isn't just an addition, she is a sign of the real union between them.
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