Happy Saint Valentines Day to all of you! How did you spend yours? I’d love to hear about it. Ours was definitely eventful.
David and I had much of the day to ourselves, which was consumed by sleeping. Yep, we had the day off, and we slept the whole morning away. Nothing quite like it! That being said, we had a pretty disconcerting St. Valentine’s eve and I’m pretty sure we deserved our sleep.
After the events of Valentine’s eve, and the subsequent discoveries on the day, we decided that the best way to make everybody feel better was to eat cake. Of course, I was too soggy and filthy to bake, so we sloshed all the way to the grocery store for a pre-made chocolate sponge stuffed with jam and cream. JJ and I made a paper stencil and made love hearts out of sprinkles. Hey, it might not make it on Master Chef, but it was fun.
So, all three of us ate chocolate cake and David told the real story of Saint Valentine, which JJ found extremely exciting. Who can blame him? Romance, politics, standing up for what’s right, and putting God first. Beautiful.
Chocolate with whipped cream.
Although I don’t think you should ever NEED an excuse to eat cake, I think we had one. Our city is renowned for extreme weather, and the storm we had the night before was no exception. Please don’t get me wrong, David and I love storms, but this time, the storm was just enough trouble to make life difficult.
See, we live in a small rental house. The upkeep isn’t up to us, and the maintenance here is often shoddy. Every now and then, we discover one more thing wrong with the place – tiles falling off, mouse living behind the skirting boards, taps falling off, stove zapping me, etc – but this time, the actual ceiling seemed to be giving in. Now, I don’t mean some kind of massive crashing event, but a thin crack above the window in our bedroom that seemed to let through a steady running stream of the torrential rain that was supposed to have stayed OUTSIDE of our house. Thankfully, we moved the electronics in time, and nothing was permanently damaged, but the still moist carpets in my bedroom have begun to smell like a wet dog, despite all the sunny warmth that I’ve been directing toward the soggy pile. So extremely nasty.
But hey, cake!
JJ cutting the Valentine’s cake!
But it could have been so much worse! We waited for the storm to pass, took some pictures for the real estate agency, dried everything up as best we could, and we went to sleep. It wasn’t a very bad storm after all. Just some rain and wind, really.
Because our house is so small, much of our possessions are in boxes in the garage that’s attached to our home. We discovered late on St. Valentines day (after our very relaxing morning unconscious) that the extreme rain the night before had flooded the garage, the boxes on the bottom of the (relatively neat) stacks had soaked through, lost their integrity, and collapsed, taking down the stacks of boxes balanced on top with them. Everything fell onto the soggy, flooded floor. Boxes of books, clothing, toys, random assorted “stuff”, cabling, and just about anything else someone would stash in their storage space got damp, some of it soaked through, though luckily we didn’t lose much – soggy clothes can be washed and dried, and by some act of mercy, most of the books were unscathed.
Cutting a cake is the best!
However, the big surprise came when we drove the car. The car is not our car, so I’m very particular about how extremely careful we are with it. David and I are currently driving a car that a dear, wonderful friend is loaning us as our old faithful Toyota was totalled by a hit and run driver back in December.
Well, we started the car and drove off to go pick up a Valentine’s cake for the three of us to share. We turned around a corner and SLOOSH!
Seriously, the car sounded like the ocean.
WHAT KIND OF CRAZY STORM WAS THIS?!
After the obligatory freaking out, David and I finally isolated the source of the slosh. The spare wheel area in the trunk was flooded. The water must have found its way in somehow and filled up the indentation. We were astounded. How does that even happen?
David bucketed out the water and dried the trunk well, everything that was damp was dried off.
I don’t know what I’ve done to offend the elements, but that was a very watery and unpleasant.
Our crazy little valentine.
One thing that came through clearly throughout the day was that someone is looking out for us. So many things could have gone terribly wrong after that storm, but they didn’t, and I’m so incredibly grateful.
I spent Saint Valentine’s Day with my two amazing boys. My incredible, amazing husband, and my sweet, loving little boy. We ate cake, and we laughed.
So grateful for all of this.