How Do I love thee...

Valentine's was low key this year. In part due to the new "budget" and in part because the Mr was out of town till early evening. After shivering through the coldest baseball try-outs ever (yes CL, it was cold!!), the young un and I came home to start the decorating. He is a master with the scissors, so I promptly put him to work cutting out hearts for our garland.

We used the leftover scraps to make placemats, and to decorate around the room.

A few vellum quotes on my faux candles,

and dinner by candle light was ready to be served.

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so I figured pizza was the way to start, courtesy of Papa Murphy's.

After pizza, we went straight for dessert. Chocolate creme brulee or heart shaped ice cream sandwiches? Both please :)

He is quite the culinary master and took over blow torch duties for the evening.

I'm so glad he's my valentine!