When I was a kid, collecting valentines in elementary school was a chance for me to lie to myself. I could pretend that I had more than zero friends, which while fleeting, was comforting in its own way. I just discovered, however, that the entire valentines ordeal is even better as a mom. Despite the fact that I have a realistic idea of how many friends I have, I now have the power to make the informed decision to choose laminated bookmarks over the generic punched out papers that are on sale at the grocery store. And that makes me even happier than pretending to have thirty friends.
Happy Valentine's Day!
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