The night before Valentine's Day I was working madly on these treats for my Seminary class:
Note to self: Making heart-shaped rice krispie treats is NOT quicker than making cookies.
At least I don't think so. It seemed like it took FOR.EV.ER.
But I pushed through with a little help from my girl Friday, Lex. I had made extra, thinking I could run them to a few friends and neighbors, but I left Seminary that morning in a rush trying to get to the 8am session at the temple, so Bill ended up with the excess, which sat in his car for a week.
The best laid plans...
I was also madly working on my lesson/activity for Seminary --
The No Heartbreak Hotel Doctrinal Mastery Review.
It was an exhausting evening.
That morning I had one of our Seminary young women give me this beautiful rose.
So sweet.
Bill had brought the ladies of the house the bouquets of carnations (in the background), which we have decided are our FAVORITE flowers lately, due to their cuteness, lovely scent, and LONGEVITY.
After Seminary and a temple session, I went to work, then stopped by the store on the way home to grab a couple of treats for my Valentines {Bill, Lex, Mar, Emmett, Tay/Nae, Evie}. It was a bit of a flail this year on my part... I've been struggling getting my junk together lately, due largely, I'm sure, to taking on a part-time job, 4 hours a day Monday through Friday. One of these days it's all going to come together. At least that's what I tell myself.
That evening, since Bill was working in the temple, the girls {minus Mar, who had a Valentines date, lucky girl} and Emmett celebrated together at Chili's. Tay was working late, Jase is in Alabama, so it was just us ladies and the kids. It was a good time being together, even though we were all missing our main squeezes. Evie told me, "I like your outfit." Way to make a Gigi feel good, sweet girl!
I LOVED getting Valentines throughout the day from my favorite little people.
My Valentine had a lovely gift and card for me -- thanks, baby, you're the best!
I love you all.












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