Ahhh Valentine’s Day. Such a funny little holiday you are, if I can even call you a holiday. Of course I hate to be cynical, but I must admit your popularity has been slightly manipulated by Hallmark. Regardless—I, like so many other women, can’t seem to help myself when I see pink-infested store displays of endless chocolates, cards, and heart-shaped baking supplies.

Confession: I love love.

And I love everything related to love. So Valentine’s Day, you win. I have already purchased a ridiculous amount of twilight-themed conversation hearts (and when I say purchased, I mean opened the bag on the drive home and immediately started digesting), and I am already counting down the days till February 14th.

Mostly because Brett and I take turns planning Valentine’s Day, and this is his lucky year. I’m 14% positive that he has already started planning. Sometimes we go big, and sometimes we go small. There is only one rule: you must bring a homemade card to dinner.

This will be our sixth Valentine’s Day together (seriously??), and we have twelve homemade cards to prove it. Past favorites include: the giant card, the photo card, the marshmallow card, the confetti filled card, the pop-up card (ha), the special effects card, and the cut-out magazine letter card, which slightly resembled a ransom note, come to think of it.

This year? I’m thinking understated elegance in the form of simplicity.

Stay tuned for photos—on February 15th of course. I’m almost 18% positive that my husband reads my blog on a regular basis.