I was never a huge fan of Valentines day, until I had kids. I love the sloppy kisses, snotty hugs and wonderful handmade items. When I got this in an envelope today from Noah, I was beyond thrilled, shed a few tears, and probably traumatized the poor boy of ever celebrating valentines again. (Dear future girlfriend/wife, I'm sorry.) Sometimes when you're at you lowest, something as simple as someones endless love and a wooden heart is all you need.