Big Love

Ah, love!  Valentine's came and went as it always does, leaving a litter of expensive champagne bottles, empty bottles of perfume and tossed packing from Victoria's Secret.  The exception was at 10860 Belle Cour Way where the Kallenbergs spent the time wrestling with children, making pizzas (we can't give our Italian friend Matteo and his beautiful, immaculate family the Lees enough props for that recipe), and drinking of small amounts of cheap wine.

Cupids making pizza

While I would love for our Valentine's Day to have a happy/raunchy ending (something to do with bad love poems turning into nights of passion), it doesn't .  Instead, the climax (and I use that word very liberally) of the night was Heidi and I passing out in our children's beds while reading award-winning period fiction ("Johnny Tremain").

That's not to say that we didn't celebrate Valentine's Day (as my friend Alex says: "For me, every day is Valentine's day." -  subtext:  As long as his Viagra refills don't run out).  We brought a tradition from our friends in Casa des Couleurs to show our love for:  each other, our pets, the books we're reading, the people we know, those we don't, the migas at Las Manitas and the pommes frites at Pastis.

I give you (and all the other animate and inanimate things we love) the biggest damned Valentine we could create:

Tobias (aka Flash Mobby) goes after it.

Daisy (Tagger name: Pix-D) shows joy over project

The scale of our love is immense.

Love drops heavy.