Ahh, the month of love.
The month we expect "him" to bring us flowers, a box of chocolates and a love letter.
The month we hope "he'll" tell us how much "he" adores us. Despite the way we look in the morning without make-up on, despite the terrible moods we may fall into or despite the days when we're just downright nasty. (I am on occasion. You too?)
But He does adore us.
It's just that He doesn't wait until February to show us.
He lavishes us with flowers. In our own backyard.
He lavishes us with His love letters every day.
If only we'd just open them.
He lavishes us with sweets every day. Maybe just not in a heart-shaped box.
He's so into you.
Head over heals.