Picture Perfect Valentine's Day

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billet-doux \bil-ay-DOO\, noun; plural billets-doux \bil-ay-DOO(Z)\:
A love letter or note.


coquetry \KOH-ki-tree; koh-KE-tree\, noun:
Dalliance; flirtation.

pecuniary \pih-KYOO-nee-air-ee\, adjective:
1. Relating to money; monetary.
2. Consisting of money.
3. Requiring payment of money.

aubade \oh-BAHD\, noun:
A song or poem greeting the dawn; also, a composition suggestive of morning.



bibelot \BEE-buh-loh\, noun:
A small decorative object without practical utility; a trinket.
This year, on the most popular love holiday of all, I didn't receive a large bouquet of roses, or a big, fattening box of chocolates. I didn't even get any jewelry. And I couldn't be more content.
-Roses are beautiful, but they will wilt and die within a week.
-Chocolate is delicious, but you know the old adage, "A moment on the lips; forever on the hips."
-And jewelry? Psh. Michael gives it to me when I least expect it anyway. Plus, as much as I like sparkelies, I'm not much of a Bling-Bling kinda girl.

No. Instead of all the fancy stuff, there were simple Valentines for my lovies, heart shaped waffles for breakfast, a yummy roast for dinner prepared by Miguel, and that evening, Michael and I were treated by Hunter the Babysitter for a night out. Together. Sans kids. It was beautiful. And perfect. And all that I ever could have wanted.

Comments

Danielle said…
Sounds perfect!! Sounds like our kind of celebratin'.

inlegell

You are so good looking, it should be inlegell.
February 18, 2010 at 12:49 PM
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