If you forgot about St. Valentine’s Day – or wish the idea of the day could stick around a little longer – no worries. In my book, love notes are always a good idea. Any day.
I’ll give you a little peek into my world – the places where many of these love notes live. For those who have been over to Connecticut Country House, and have pulled a coffee cup from the cabinet above the coffee maker – you probably smiled when you discovered my scotch taped little hodge-podge secret stash. I refuse to move them. Some are so early and precious, I didn’t even have the heart to remove them when I gave the doors a fresh coat of paint. I love seeing these every time I open the doors.
And then there are the creme de la creme of love notes, a pair that with a big fat marker in hand, my then 7-year old Conor spontaneously wrote and drew as I had just returned home from a business trip to Paris. They are unexpectedly ginormous and ended up begging to be framed. I’m so glad I did. I’ll have them forever.
Each and every one of them makes me smile and reminds me every single day of how much I am loved by my boys.