I love love. Cupid's holiday is close to my heart but Valentine's Day 2011 cupid's arrow could not have been farther from his mark. My heart was cracked and on the verge of breaking as my remaining time with Eli inside ticked down to a precious four weeks. November 2010 to March 2011 was subdued. It was days and hours that stretched for miles and miles of the flattest most subdued highways possible. They passed with little fanfare despite holidays, birthdays and milestones. We made our way down that road intact and for that we celebrated in the end.
Valentine's Day 2012 was quite the opposite. There were valentines, crocheted hearts embroidered with our daughters' initials, chocolate hearts, raspberry chocolate filled pastry hearts, homemade heart shaped whole wheat english muffins which made for delicious ham, cheese and egg sandwiches, homemade chocolate covered cherries, heart shaped greek chicken and cheese pizzas all capped off with heart shaped molten lava cakes. I really outdid myself this year, at 7 1/2 months pregnant nonetheless. I poured my heart almost literally into everything I baked, kneaded and dipped. Sometimes happiness is homemade. I commented last year that it didn't matter what I cooked or baked, I just couldn't find any happiness in the food. Some time in the last eleven months happiness has returned and it has never tasted so good.