I don't usually worry too much about Valentine's day, but this year has been different - all because of a little five year old boy. Hugo woke up this morning and straight away began crafting in his bedroom, calling out to me, "Whatever you do, don't come into my room". I was then presented with the most heartfelt envelope of cut out hearts, drawings and loving words (I will try to put up a couple of photos tomorrow). He then gave me a couple of blank cards for Jonno and I to use for each other. AAAAAWWWWWWWWWW.
Jonno and I had a chat midmorning and decided that we had better get our romantic skates on and do something for the day, if only to satisfy Hugo's expectations.
I took out my crochet hook and gave Jonno my heart... albeit with veins and arteries and still dripping with blood. Jonno's such a good sport that he's still wearing it. The boys thought it was hilarious.
Thank goodness for five year olds.
Lots of love,