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Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day has always been one of my favorite holidays, and this one was extra special. Last year I was sick, so I got to enjoy it much more. I always love surprises, so I loved it when I received a package from Sammy I had no idea about. Inside was a bouquet of... Cookies! They were so good. Sammy did good :) 
I couldn't help but look through all of Sammy and my old Valentine's pictures. 
The roses from our first Valentines.
This one from our second Valentine's when Sammy cooked me dinner. 
Our third Valentine's Day in college where we watched my favorite movie and went to Noodles for dinner and the Tattered Cover bookstore. 
I don't have any pictures from our fourth Valentine's, but we went and saw Frozen ;)

Fifth when we went to Dinosaur Ridge 
Sixth when Sammy drove me to work so we could spend extra time together
Seven sick in bed with morning sickness

And this year! We met up with Sammy for lunch at a deli.
It's so hard to take selfies with glasses. 
 Then I went home and watched one of my favorite movies with my other little man. 
 He woke up in time for the end
We also went out to Macaroni Grill on the weekend while my parents watched Aaron and that was really lovely. I'm so grateful for my sweet Valentine Sammy :)









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