Kelsey is holding her Valentine's Day cards that she signed (her name at least), sealed and cannot wait to deliver. Some Icelanders will tell you that Valentine's Day is strictly for Brits or Yanks. Hmm, so the gorgeous spray of red roses being delivered to Kelsey's preschool as I was picking her up must have been for someone's birthday?
No, they celebrate it here, too. It is not as widely known, but I found plenty of heart-shaped displays in the shops. And, yes, despite our promises not to go overboard, fragrant olive oil soaps and goodies from Lush and the Body Shop, a few nammipokkars, an enchanting dinner at Apotek and perhaps, this, were graced upon us by Cupid himself.
Now, take a guess at who received what? No, Pete was not the receiver of the fruit, but in fact, the giver. Once this gem arrives, we can once again partake of our weekly foray into the lives of Michael, Pam, Dwight & Jim without having to huddle around the desktop. Sadly, as of a few weeks ago, the laptop has become nothing more than a very expensive coaster.
On that note, the day is not yet upon us, but as some of you know, our tenth anniversary hovers in the near future. What is it we are supposed to give, according to bizarre gift-giving traditions? Silver? Gold? Crystal? Nope, I will just take an apple, thanks. And, soon, Pete will regale you (should you choose to visit) with his Roman armor.
Traditional, no. Fun, yes!
Special notes of thanks from Caitlin & Kelsey:
To Auntie (Dr.) Shannon for the stamps, cards, pants (see picture) and many other treats. Caitlin's friend, T., surprised her family with a gorgeous homemade Valentine's Day card.
To Grandpa & Dibby: for the cards we distributed to our friends, for the party ware and candy shared at ISI's celebration and for the mixes and frostings so that we could make special treats for our classmates.