Happy Valentine’s Day.  It’s not a holiday or celebrated day here – just any other day.  We don’t get the candy conversation hearts or heart shaped boxes with chocolates or roses delivered.

I remember when David and I were dating he would have roses sent to my place of work and take me out for dinner.  I would buy the conversation hearts that he enjoys and we would lovingly gaze at one another.

After children were added to our fold, I started buying Papa Murphy’s heart-shaped pepperoni pizza and would wait for David’s phone call that he was headed home from work.  I would pop it in the oven to time it so when he walked in the door, the pizza would be ready.  I would still purchase the conversation hearts – they became dessert.

In France, I made heart-shaped individual meatloaves for each of us.

Last year, I wanted to rekindle the Papa Murphy’s memory and made heart-shaped pizza’s.

I don’t know what I’ll do to help us celebrate Valentine’s Day this year, but I enjoy looking back at the photos from Valentine’s Day past.