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Valentine's Day, 2013 (Mommy Aris Style)

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Of course, I WISH I looked
this good in mine!
John has learned that the quickest way to my heart is by doing the things I need done, and by getting me things that make me feel comfortable.

I know that sounds obvious, but I think for a lot of men it's a difficult thing to understand.  Shoot, don't we all, at some point, buy a gift for someone because it's something we would like to get?

This year, John put all notions aside, and melted my heart.

With pink, Valentine, Hoodie-Footie pajamas.

I'm always cold, especially my feet.  Shoot, I wear a jacket when we go on cruises of the Caribbean.  It can never be warm enough for me.  At night, when we sit down to watch TV, I have layers of pajamas on, with as many blankets as possible covering me up.  He solved the problem.

These are the BEST pajamas I have ever owned.  In fact, I feel like pitching my stacks of pajamas which I layer on each night, for a couple pairs of these.  They make my family laugh which is nothing new for me and pajamas, but I think they might actually be laughing with me now instead of laughing at me.

Of course, I had them on the next morning when I thought we weren't supposed to pick up a young man for seminary.  He called while we were driving, saying that he needed a ride.  I just had to own them when he saw me in them :-)

Thanks, honey, for thinking of me...and my very cold toes.

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  1. Sarah MoranFebruary 20, 2013 at 1:01 AM

    I'm a little jealous of your footie pajamas. What a great gift!

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