As tradition goes, we spent another holiday in mad dash around town trying to finish Valentine cards, pick up last minute gifts and make it (on time) to Arlo's class where I was due as a mom helper for the party festivities in the afternoon. It was a typically hectic, messy event that had me swearing up and down "next year" would be different, that I would be fully prepared, totally organized and on top of it all.

Not likely.
I know.

Regardless, we got it all done. To top it off, Mike and I even landed a last minute dinner date at the bar where his band was playing in downtown Fullerton. We left the boys with grandma and got to enjoy chili cheese fries and turkey club sandwiches by candlelight with a couple new friends. It was perfect. Or, as close to "perfect" as we can possibly manage these days.

Hope your Valentine's were just as swell.