Do this week has been both Valentine’s Day and my Mom’s birthday.
Personally, I kind of like Valentine’s Day. I mean, it’s stupid that they commercialized love, and I find a lot of the romantic gestures overdone, but in the end, any excuse for chocolate is a good one, and I do enjoy having an excuse to do some nice things for my friends and boyfriend.
Of course, I don’t need an excuse, but occasionally it’s nice to have one anyway.
This year I made homemade chocolates for my friends and boyfriend (I’m not very good at making chocolate though, so they melted super easily, but my friends still liked them)  and chocolate cupcakes for my family.
Then, on Friday, I made my Mom’s birthday cake. She likes lemon cake, so I made one, but the lemon flavour didn’t come through really. It was still good cake though, and it was fun to make.
 
Anyway, so I was thinking about these experiences today, and I realized that I have something to celebrate myself. I have so many people who love me. They don’t care if me gestures are perfect, if I mess up on the food, or anything like that…they care that I thought of them, that I’m doing my best for them, and that I put effort in for them.
I am so lucky to have them. There’s a lot of hard things going on lately in our lives, and there’s a lot of stress building, and tension rising, but we’re still together, we’re still friends, and we’ve still go each other’s backs.
I am very thankful for that.