Dinner guest came bearing flowers, red wine and a wrist stamp from an event he'd attended earlier in the evening. Belle stayed wide awake, yet surprisingly calm, a stark contrast from the cartwheels she'd been turning all night. We curled up on the couch, sipped wine and talked Belle to sleep. This morning we shared the last of the French roast coffee with coconut milk. I had a most excellent Valentine's Day.
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