In honour of Valentine’s Day, I decided to switch this week’s theme with one I had planned to do in a few weeks: Love.
Love is a Pink Door
We recently redecorated our master bedroom: new bedding, new lighting, and new paint. The walls are now a soft grey, the quilt a quiet cream. I chose a neutral palette for its serene appeal as well as to appeal to my husband, whose style is about as far from flowery as you can get.
The door to the balcony was dark brown, so it needed to be changed as well. I had the idea to paint it pink, but figured it would end up being white. When my husband asked me what colour I wanted to paint the door, I threw out the pink idea, expecting it to be shot down instantly. To my surprise, he said, “Try it.”
To my even greater surprise, he didn’t mind it.
(Although he did suggest the room needed a Metallica poster to put some of him back into it!)
I was so happy with this pink door, this little bit of pretty pastel.
Then, my dear husband surprised me again: He came home with a pink orchid to go with my pink door.
Love it generosity and comprises. Love is romance and little surprises.
Love is a pink door (and an orchid to match).
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Driving in the early evening, behind a transport truck. The light reflects just so, making an almost-heart on its back doors.
Love is everywhere, if we keep our eyes open.
- Handmade cards
- Handwritten coupons for free kisses and quiet time
- Child-wrapped gifts
- A blouse that my daughter knew I liked and secretly had her dad take her to buy
- A camera necklace
- Sleeping in
- Heart-shaped eggs
- Hugs and kisses and spending the day with my son and daughter
I have many treasures, but since it’s Valentine’s Day, I thought it would be appropriate to photography something given to me by my husband.
There are three sets of pearls here: One from my love, one from my children, and one from my travels. I’ve worn them separately, but also love them together. I also love that they come from the water, a reminder of summer treasures.
I cherish each one.
A respite from the bugs, a room for conversation, a place for an after-supper cup of tea.
This is my screen house.
We have enjoyed many moments in it. But a spontaneous cuddle with our children at sundown tops them.
The evening breeze, the stars above, and the people I love the most in all the world.
This is happiness.
Rather than a single moment, today I celebrate many. In fact, twelve years of moments: Falling more in love, creating a beautiful family together, travel and adventures, many laughs, a few tears, cuddles on the couch and walks on the beach, and endless other shared memories. The comfort of having someone beside me through it all is the best feeling in the world. I love you, Ray Blanchard. Happy Anniversary. xxx