Box of light

Ah, yes, it's been busy.  Still the inside, pajama-clad busy for the most part, but I feel like the snow might be melting soon.

Always hard to know how much of a deal to make of Valentine's day, but we love to make, and love to have an excuse for giving (and telling bad pun jokes: Why do skunks love Valentine's day? They're so scent-imental...), so there is an inevitable flurry of heart cutting and drawing and watercoloring...It also helps combat the struggle that is February for me.

We attended homeschool coop on Tuesday and there was this gloriously dark moment that could be a scene from a Christopher Guest send-up of a homeschool coop.  The morning class, about what sugar does in a person's body (um, for most non-glucose sugars? Nothing good. I'm pretty sure she called it a toxin that taxes your liver.  I'm checking out this lecture and this video to catch up on the facts), was quickly followed by the offering of two large trays of the most sickly-sweet bright pink cupcakes brought by another coop member to celebrate Valentine's Day.  Next week I think we're learning about slavery in the sugar trade.  See what I mean? Daaaark.

Tonight while saying good-bye to friends who were over for dinner we found this valentine in our front yard:

I don't remember a February quite so dark and cold in recent years.  

What a lovely gift, a magical box of light in the dark cold night.

Feeling loved.