I have a minivan.
It's usually pretty trashed in the winter.
Right now the back is filled with tools and supplies that we take back and forth to the reno house.
This is my third boy.
His name is Tristan but I call him Mookie-pants.
He whispered in my ear on Sunday and asked if I would be his Valentine.
I accepted. Smiling.
It was Valentine's Day yesterday.
I closed the store and spent the whole day at the reno house mudding and sanding. I was a mess.
We left the house last night at 9p after the kids loaded up the tools for me.
Got in my dirty van and started to pull out of the driveway.
Glanced in the rear view mirror...
"Mookie, did you write 'I love you mom' on the dirty back window?"
"Yes."
Forgot about the drywall dust between my toes and itching my head.
Forgot about my very sore shoulder and aching back.
Smiled. "Thank you."
Not in a hurry to wash my Valentine's Day Van.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
A Valentine's Day Dirty Van
Posted by Barb at 1:38 PM
Labels: family, kids stuff, Valentines Day
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Uh oh, Tristan out did me! Every time you look at me you think of your dirty van, your sore shoulder and your achey! You give me that look, "see what you did to me"! Last time I got that look, you were pregnant. At least I could say "you asked for it"! I say all that to say this, you will always be my valentine!!!
Your most awesome husband!
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