It's the one day of the year that I bathe all my biological children, dress 'em up smart, do their hair, make 'em wear shoes, and take their photo...
...to remind me on the other 364 days of the year that underneath all that African dust, bird's nest, bed-head hair, bare footed, worn out clothed bodied children, are some adorably cute American children who, if living in a different continent under different circumstances would probably look cleaner, fresher, and better on more occasion than they do living on this side of the planet.
I can remember 5 1/2 years ago, the one time we visited the States since moving here 8 years ago, my parents bought their visiting grandchildren some new, matching clothes from Old Navy for the 4th of July. As they were walking around, I can remember expressing my thoughts out loud, "Oh my goodness, my kids are CUTE!"
My step-mom just chuckled, "Every mom thinks her kids are adorable."
But what she didn't understand was that every day since moving to Africa, my kids were covered in dirt. Their clothes being hand washed and dried on the line wore out faster than I could replace them.
My kids looked American, and it was a WOW moment for me. So once a year, I try to accomplish that, and for some reason it's usually today.
It didn't happen. I got them cleaned up, but I just never got around to taking the photo. So you'll just have to believe me. My kids are cute.
Happy Valentine's Day.