My last several week's worth of posts have been full of hearts, and I feared that I had used them all up. Not so!
The bridge of Autumn's cello.
I went to bed shortly after midnight last Friday, and Verne was still working on the fireplace. He crawled into bed around 5:30 AM, but not before he carved our names into the scratch coat. He was dead on his feet, but still took the time to do something he knew I would gush over. He's just sweet like that.
Our bedroom is off the dining room, so the first thing I saw when I woke up Saturday morning was that big heart on the fireplace. Of course, I melted. And upon closer inspection, I saw that he decorated the scratch coat on the hearth, too. No matter that it is now covered under mortar and rock, I saw it all day long, and I still know it's there.
When he was home for Christmas break, Mac mentioned that he always wanted one of those big cookies from the mall when he was younger. I filed that away, and baked him one for Valentine's Day. I shipped it in a new pizza box for a special surprise.
While Verne was working so hard on the fireplace, I made him some yummy cupcakes to give him energy. And just for fun, I decorated the platter with chocolate syrup hearts.
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