As a married woman, I'm pretty sure I'm contractually obligated to take my husband as my Valentine, right? At least I'm pretty sure that's how it was worded in the wedding vows.
I'll just have to beg for his forgiveness though. When your BFF has a baby this chubby, adorable, and deliciously happy - I mean, what else am I supposed to do?
She thought this entire photo shoot was hilarious. She isn't quite old enough to giggle yet - but she definitely gave me the "what on EARTH?!" face at least a dozen times. She likes Aunt Sarah's kisses, and she totally wanted to smear them on my face while I was trying to smooch her elsewhere.
When Mr. RH saw the photos, he asked how I got the kisses all over her chubby self. And then declared me "disgusting" because I applied them in the normal way - my lips and lipstick. He apparently thought I got a stamp of some sort. Aww, is someone jealous? Haha, tonight I'll smooch up Mr. RH and post photos of that. Or NOT.
And I guess my other Valentine is also one of my favorites. I mean, he wouldn't look nearly as cute smudged with red lipstick, but I guess that's not a requirement.
Happy Valentine's Day, lovers!