Valentine's Day was a picnic, a walk and a pretending-to-be-grown-up dinner.**
But do you know what else?
It was also wonderful.
*Oh, it is love! It gets stuck in my head far too often.
**We don't cook proper meals, really---I guess that comes from living separately in our parents' houses. But really, pancakes and bacon for dinner (followed by maple-marinaded sausages) has never tasted so good.