What does Valentines Day mean to you? To me it is a time to celebrate love… but not just the love I have for my wife, but for my little son as well. Tonight we decided not to do anything fancy – the nice restaurants are a madhouse and we can’t ask anyone else to watch Caleb since they are all also celebrating Valentines so where did we go? Bird Dog BBQ! It’s one of those places where you order at the counter, sit down on plastic chairs, eat off of styrofoam  plates, pull off wads of napkins paper towels, and drown your meat in barbecue sauce! Why go through the stress of waiting for hours at a nice place when you can get good ‘ol American bbq? Anyway we had a total blast and enjoyed every moment of it.

I didn’t have my camera so my phone had to suffice…

But we loved it, Caleb loved it, and we went home excited and in love with each other.

…. Then Caleb threw up. Not a lot, in fact the little pile is still behind me as I write this post but we calmed him down, stripped him naked to the bare buns and daddy and Caleb got in the tub together and took a bath. Now, if you ask me, that is what love is all about. Sure, its wonderful to have rose petals on a bed and candle-light dinners, a walk together holding hands and moments spent cuddling on the couch by a roaring fire. But those are the icing on the cake. Love means taking care of each other. Sticking by each other through life’s ups and downs, and most importantly picking partially digested beans out of your 14 month old’s hair

This is love. I love it. Every moment.