Twelve years ago, my first Valentine's Day with Ryan was another Sunday. He dropped me off after church (in my 1985 Toyota Supra, he didn't have a car) at my dorm and told me he had to spend the remainder of the afternoon studying, but that he would pick me up for dinner later on. He picked me up and drove me to a park where he proceeded to pull a four course meal OUT OF THE TRUNK OF MY OWN CAR which I swear I had locked after church. Crazy! Even crazier, he lived in the dorm and had to borrow a friend's kitchen (and car!) for the whole afternoon.
Today's Valentine's Day celebration also involved food and a car. But instead of a romantic picnic in my sweet little 1985 Toyota Supra (best car EVER, does not have LATCH, sadly), it was cupcakes in my enormous gold minivan. Rockstar!!
We went out for lunch after church at a deli that has free ice cream, I always like to start a fun thing by not letting them have the other fun thing that's right in front of them. You get more whining that way. The whining ended abruptly when I slowed to a stop in front of the Cupcake Bus. Something about the three foot tall pink cupcake on the roof, I would imagine.
Good things come to those who wait, kid. Just sayin'.
Unless, of course, you fall asleep on the way there. And then, in this family, you get totally hosed. Ryan did get another cupcake to share with Wes later, but Wes never brought it up so I split it with Ryan instead after everyone was asleep for the night.
James got his cupcake approximately two hours later in slightly refined form. He likes vanilla-vanilla JUST LIKE ME.
Meticulous Sparkpeople logging yesterday, four pound cupcake today. It's all about balance.
Ryan, ever-ready with a napkin, soldier in the war on chocolate icing on the upholstery, builder of walls, and fixer of garage doors, toilets, Christmas ornaments, and anything else the kids and I have accidentally destroyed. Twelve years ago he hid a picnic in my car. I knew then that we would have a great adventure together. At eighteen did I think that adventure would involve three children and a combined nineteen years of higher education? Not exactly, but I've loved every minute of it.
Happy Valentine's Day!