It's a day of lurrving.

With all the cliches and commercialism that's associated with February 14, you did nothing to think or talk about it until you step into Walmart, and everything pinks, reds, hearts, flowers, chocolates and balloons greeted you like a big dollop on your face. I almost shudder with the over-decorated Walmart. No, I'm not taken in with this blatant advertisement, but maybe that chocolate looks amazingly delectable. Oh and how beautiful the roses are but more than double overpriced! I'm not taken in, anyway.

But Afzal has been talking about Valentine. It was because there were some school activities associated with this V-day. So I asked,
"I don't know what's valentine. What's valentine Afzal?"
"It's a day of loving."
"Loving? Loving who?"
"Anybody."
"Anybody? Like who?"
"You can love nenek. You can love anybody."
"Oh ok. So can I love you?"
"Yes, you can. You can love ayah also."
"Do you love me Afzal?"
"Lovelah."

And then he decided enough of this love-talk.

"Mummy, later I want to make you a card. You close your eyes ok."
"Ok."

So here's Afzal's lurrve card to me.



The front cover with an orange flower. And the word 'mama' on the priceless flower.


The insides of his card. A heart and a house with a chimney. "It's mama's house and it's in Atlanta." So said Afzal.


The back cover. Two hearts. One ayah and one mama. How sweet.



Another heart with a teddy that comes with a sash "My Valentine" and a card. I guess dear hubby got the hint when I browsed the delectable chocolates so I got this from him. Not that I want to and we don't celebrate V-day anyway, but a box of chocolates does not hurt, right? Melt...


And what did I do in return? Cook for lurrve... Nothing fancy. Just my very own baked lasagne and oven-fry chicken for dinner.