You know, for tomorrow (actually, today since it’s now 12:05 am) being the day of love, tonight was sure a bad night at work. WARNING: Pregnant women, don’t read this entry, I’m fairly sure I’ve never had a night this bad.
Dad’s in Iraq
And my favorite manager is leaving us.
Serious, all of that in one night.
It does make you quickly realize that not having the perfect cake, or the perfect marriage, or the perfect family isn’t what it’s all about.
The fact that I can go kiss to warm, heart-beating, breathing little bodies is what’s important.
I am a lucky, lucky gal.
It’s not the valentines that matter, it’s the fact that we’re all here together.