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A Deeper Meaning of Love



Did you all have a good Valentine's Day? 

We had a great day together, even though we spent $0 on each other. Which is exactly how I like it, most especially due to our current financial situation; it was just perfect. Instead of flowers or chocolates, we gave each other our time.  The highlight of the day was going on a 45 minute bike ride! It was a sunny 30 degrees, so we took advantage of that and really had a great time. That's one perk of living here--the winters aren't constant. It has been nearly six months since we have ridden together and I sure missed it. When we returned home, I put my kitchen nerdiness to work and whipped up some heart shaped roasted beets and sweet potatoes with homemade herbed halibut yogurt dip. It really was delicious!


Before we headed out for the night, I went into the bathroom to get ready. When I walked in, the room smelled of lavender, and there were candles lit. Marshall had prepped it for me so that I would be able to get ready in a peaceful environment. What a sweet and thoughtful V-day gift! I love simplicity. 

For dinner we went to the Boy Scout fundraiser Valentine's Day dinner. We were seated at a table for two with a rose in the middle, and were waited on by awesome 12 to 14 year old boys. It was really neat.

Valentine's Day was a great day to reflect on love. This year it was nice to focus on the things that really matter, rather than the often fun and distracting monetary gifts. Loving my husband is easy. He really does so much for me. Sometimes I am too hard on  myself. I need to love myself more like I love my husband.  There have been a lot of changes in my life (isn't that always the case?), and with it can often come discouragement. But I will never give up. On my bathroom mirror I have written these words as an uplifting reminder of what is truly important:
"Beauty is not in the face.
Beauty is a light in the heart." 

<3 

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