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Valentine's Day, 2013 (Johannah Style)

Nothing much was planned this year.  No big trips, no dinners out (although we did eat out a lot in the name of Valentine's Day).  However, someone else had a different idea about the day...

Johannah woke up at her normal 5:45 a.m. to get ready for school.  Because she had signed up to deliver singing Valentines all day, and because the group was rehearsing before school, she had to skip seminary.  I just happened to be checking something on the computer before we rushed out the door, when I saw this out the office window:


I learned from friends of mine that his is called being "Heart Attacked" :-)  The hearts actually came all the way up to the front door (blue and green ones were lined up there) where there was a gift waiting for her.  She was already dressed in her Valentine finest for the day, so we grabbed the camera.  After all, who knew if the snow was going to stick around, or if it would rain, or we would have gale-force winds on our hill....again....  We wanted to preserve how beautiful they all looked.


Thankfully there was enough light for a picture, so Hannie threw on her boots and we snapped away.  I think she was in a bit of shock--she would have been happy with a $1 carnation from Glo for goodness sake, but this?  This was all a girl could ask for.  And more!

Notice Hannah's necklace? The necklace that she wears every single day?
Also an owl.  Hmmmm.....

She received a darling stuffed owl (believe me, there's some cute history behind him) which she named Qip.  Too, candy--Twizzlers, and a Milky Way, and Tootsie Rolls.

The best part of the gift?  A handwritten note tucked inside this handmade wrapping.


Seriously, when parents think of how they want their daughter to be treated by a boy, this boy has it ALL!  He is so kind, and thoughtful, and wonderful, right Hannie?


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  1. This is amazing! I just can't believe how beautiful those hearts look in the snow! He has an amazing eye. Hannie deserves it!

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