We don’t do much for Valentine’s Day and I’m ok with that. It has never really been my favorite. Back when my hubs and I were dating we used to go bowling on Valentine’s Day-beer, bowling alley food, stinkily awesome shoes-we loved that it didn’t scream Valentine’s Day. Now with the kids it actually is more fun. I like making it special for them. My husband and I might get each other fun little gifts but we don’t do anything grand. Life is funny though. Last night I had it in my mind that my husband would come home from work and we could enjoy some wine together, he could eat the steak I bought him and we could cuddle on the couch whilst watching a movie. God had other plans. Both kids woke up around 9pm with croup… yes croup. An absolutely alarming sound was coming out of each of our little babes. A combination bark/whistle sound. It’s pretty scary actually-the gasping for breath. The doctor said to sit with the kids in a steamy bathroom with the shower on hot to help with their breathing. So there we were, the whole family, sitting in a steamy bathroom at 2am. My husband and I, holding our little ones close, waiting for their breathing to be less labored. I had to warmly smile…we are a family, a family full of love and we will make it through the storm, together. I guess that’s what Valentine’s Day is all about.