There is romance in silently getting up and dealing with the kids while the other one sleeps. There is romance in a cup of coffee, or a lunch collected from the caf down the road (thanks Anders). There is romance in dealing with the shitstorm that hit the kitchen after dinner. There is romance in a crap card picked up with the shopping from the supermarket (really, there is) and there is romance in a card made at home on the kitchen table.
Happy Valentine’s Day – don’t compare yours to anyone else’s!