My darling Valentine
It had been my intention to buy you flowers. But when I picked the Littlest Latte up from school and told her we were going to the florist, her face crumpled. She began to cry. She had had a hard day - so much writing, so many phonics. She was just too tired to make the trip. Couldn't we go home and do craft?
And so my only option was to get the tissue paper out.
It was only later - too late, in fact - that the mistake was discovered. Littlest had heard the word forest - not florist - and pictured an exhausting afternoon looking for wildflowers.
I don't think, on a windy, rainy February day, that even my love was strong enough for that.
(Tissue paper flower tutorial from here.)