Waiting for Valentine

We've been making some cards for Eva to take to school tomorrow.

We've surfed the web and flipped through magazines to find the "loveliest" Valentine messages.

In no particular order we chose these "few":

Q: What did the baker say to his sweetheart?

A: I'm dough-nuts about you!

Q: What did the silver polish say to the bracelet?
A: I've taken a shine to you.

Q: What did the baseball bat say to the homerun ball?
A: You're a big hit with me!

Q: What did the finger say to the ink?
A: You're my 'Prints' Charming!

Q: What did the stamp say to the envelope on Valentine's Day?
A: I'm stuck on you!

And I wouldn't be worth calling myself a seamstress if I didn't share this one:

Q: What did the pants say to the sewing machine?

A: You leave me in stitches!

Happy Valentine all!

Taken from Captain Corelli's Mandolin:

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."