Oh me oh my thank you for all of the suggestions — cookie, portrait, and otherwise. I am literally still reading them all. Awesome. Cookie experimentation to come! I will post dispatches from the trenches!!! Here, today, our tulips are starting to unearth themselves. Before Valentine's Day? This doesn't seem right. And our plum tree, blooming now? This doesn't seem right. Too soon. I came in this morning to find Andy going through a bag of stuff that got taken off of the refrigerator in 2010, and among the stuff a picture of the two of us from around 1992, twenty-three years ago, when we first started dating. We look like BABIES. Jeesh. And yes, he's holding a piece of potato sausage over a plate of Swedish meatballs, and yes, I think this is actually the first picture we have of ourselves together during the five years we were dating before we got married (we hardly have any, maybe ten, and we even knew each other for several years before we were dating, and don't have any from then, either). And yes, it cracks me up every single time I see it. Pah! And then there's Amelia, already grown so, so big, who wanted to squeeze into her baby basket this morning, and then she asked for her quilt (which you can also see here), and then she put herself and Baby Bunny in every possible position in the basket (I literally have forty pictures of that, so adorable). And her joy reminded me of this picture of myself, just a bit older than she is here. Time flies. I want to fill it with love. Happy Valentine's Day, dear friends. I wish you love. Xoxoxoxoxoxox.
