Glorious Valentines
Friends, as I’m sure you well know, this weekend marks the observation of a relatively divisive holiday: Valentine’s Day. Some of you are thinking, Wait, how is Valentine’s Day divisive? And if you think that, you’re very lucky. Count your blessings. For Sean and I, Valentine’s Day is the day we gird our loins. Our kids come home from school, and everything seems quiet and normal for a mere moment. Then the goody bags of candy erupt over every flat surface in our home. A tsunami of sweets. I spend three to four days on average walking around my house with a trash bag collecting wrappers, the cards the kids didn’t read, the sticks from the lollipops, candies that were discarded after one bite, fruit candies that are now stuck to tables, walls, and floors, and slime (because some kid passes that out every year). FEMA could learn a few things from me. Then, of course, the effects that high levels of sugar have on our dear children. Friday night, I went in Lily’s room to tuck her into...