Last night, I had a huge DUH moment. Our desk has been somewhat of an issue with me. I'm the one who uses it the most, but it just hasn't been used to its fullest potential. We had shelves full of things we hadn't used in over a year, and then we had a seperate wooden rolling shelf thing that we used for the fax machine and things we DID actually use.

In short - we had a bunch of useless stuff filling up our desk, and a bunch of useful stuff cluttered into a tiny little rolling shelf. That incidentally, Reagan was attracted to like a moth is to a light, and she loves pulling everything off of it. It has no doors, so yeah.

Anyway, last night, I had a great idea on how to rearrange all the stuff in the desk. IT LOOKS FANTASTIC. We got rid of the rolling thing and put all the stuff we actually use IN our desk (I know, duh, right?). We put the fax machine on top of the desk. I dusted. I put some (fake) flowers on top, along with a photo and scented candle. I put some business books on one of the open shelves, and labelled some of the plastic black ones so I can actually use them properly.

All this is probably making no sense, but now I have tons of space to work with, and an actually USEFUL desk. I feel like a new woman!

John also buzzed his head last night, and we even shaved it to the skin. Amazing. Cheaper than going to get a haircut, though! It was way more fun that I expected, buzzing all that hair off. It'll grow back.

I'll have pics of John and the desk later, but for now you get my beautiful daughter (a better deal than the desk anyway, right?)!

"Hello? Anyone there?"

We're not big on celebrating Valentine's Day. It's not that we're rebelling against the "big corporations", or whatever. We're just lazy, really. Plus, I know it's cliche, but we don't really need a day like this to express our feelings for each other. We usually do most of that kind of thing on birthdays, anniversaries, things like that.

STILL, I don't like to just ignore it. I did pick up a cute little thing for him (we agreed that if we could afford it, we would buy the stuffed animal that no one else would want, for each other. haha!), plus the original movie "Alfie", and some blueberry poptarts (his favorite).

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I love his smile, I love his laugh. I love the way he baby talks me, the way he loves to cuddle with me in bed. I love the way he enjoys spending time with me, and how excited and childish he gets when playing with Reagan. I love how he talks about her with such pride, and how happy he is to spend time with her. I love him for his thoughtfulness, his ambition, his love for me, his love for his family. I appreciate him for everything he does for us, for working hard to provide a nice life for us, and to go even beyond that and work to provide a stable and secure lifestyle for our children and grandchildren.
I love how sentimental he is about everything, how he saves basically anything that can be considered sentimental (by his standards).
I could go on and on. I love the way he "stepped up to the plate" when we found out I was pregnant, how he took the reins and we became a real family. I love how he transitioned into the husband and father role, and though it was hard for him (just as it was/is for me to transition to wife/mother), how he really put alot of effort into it.
I LOVE HIM. I want to be with him for the rest of my life. I want to grow old and gray, and cuddle with him on an old porch swing when we're old and crusty. I want to watch our children and grandchildren grow up, with him. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with this man.

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