Today love in my house looks like runny noses and aching heads and coughing.
Today love in my house isn’t a dozen roses, but a dozen cough drops.
Not a box of chocolates, but a box of kleenex.
It’s okay that way.
Love can’t always be stars in your eyes, holding hands in the park, and romantic candlelight dinners.
Most of the time it isn’t.
And that’s okay.
Love isn’t really an extravagant gift anyway.
Love is wiping noses and cleaning up puke and dosing cough medicine and changing smelly diapers.
So I guess, what better way to spend Valentine’s Day that loving my family?
At least, that’s what I’m going to be telling myself today between the sudafed and orange juice and feel-better-hugs.
May your day be filled with love, whatever it holds in store for you.