Giving a belated birthday shout-out to my main squeeze, B, who reached the big thirty-something yesterday. Yes, there’s no better story than a Dearlove born on St. Valentine’s Day.

We had a pretty quiet family affair at home last night. The boys were eager to blow out the candles and tried to get a head start on unwrapping the presents. There’s also nothing cuter than watching a one-year old shovel chocolate cake into his mouth using just his bare hands.