One of the things that I love so so much about having a new family is that we get to make new traditions. Like our Saturday morning traditions. Or our coupon books. And now, Valentines Day.
Of course Brad and I celebrate Valentines Day with each other. I’m sure that each year will be different. Last year it was a diamond necklace around a stuffed frog’s neck. This year it’s handwritten cards (he writes the best cards!) and some awesome quality time together. And, thanks to Kristin, a date night at P.F. Chang’s…our favorite special occasion restaurant. Honestly, I’m loving this Valentines Day more than the diamond necklace. The love between us is very tangible this year. But, the new tradition in our house, the one I’m writing this blog about, is Daddy Daughter Valentines Day. Let me tell you….it is priceless.
The poem on the left is a haiku. Last year I asked Brad what he wanted for Valentines Day. He thought for a moment then said, “a haiku”. I was speechless. I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. The next day at work I found myself googling “haiku” so that I could write one. I wrote him like 5…they were really really stupid. He wrote me 25. They were really really sweet.
This year he promised me a sonnet. He hasn’t delivered. Get on that Brad. I’m waiting.
Back to Daddy Daughter Valentines Day
I love that Brad is so active in Zoe’s life. I love that he showers her with hugs and kisses, tells her that she’s beautiful, and calls her his little “Zozo bear”. As a 6 month old, she doesn’t understand. But as a 16 year old…this foundation of love will be priceless. This tradition will be priceless. She’ll act embarrassed, I’m sure, when Brad delivers roses and balloons to her school when she’s in the 9th grade…but she’ll love it.
I have always loved Valentines Day….even when I was single. But this year, I love it even more. I love it for the future that it promises. The anticipation of watching Zoe and her Daddy (and however many little girls are added to our family) celebrate them together is so….I don’t even know. I don’t know how to describe how I feel about that. It’s just priceless. So bring on the flowers, the chocolate, the heart shaped candies, and the breakfast dates with Daddy. I love this new tradition!