hanging paper hearts.

valentine's day stinks.

i really usually hate it.

this year, however, a few new developments have... well... developed.
and so, i'm reconsidering my hatred.

a.) i got married. does this mean i can now like valentine's day? or i should like valentine's day?
b.) this winter has been extraordinarily brutal. and i'm grateful for any sort of minor distraction from the arctic tundra outside my window.

i have paper hearts hanging in our dining room. and a pretty vintage table cloth with pink flowers on it.

this weekend, i'm thinking of making some special munchies in the shape of a heart, of course. and purchasing an actual present for my man.

i don't know for sure quite yet... but i think my grinch-like heart of stone toward valentine's day is turning.