We had a nice day. Rowan and I worked on some Valentine’s decor. I cut out red hearts. Rowan grabbed the scissors and tried to cut his toenails with it. I sprinkled sparkly hearts on the dining room table. Rowan grabbed them and threw them all over the dining room floor. I set out the crayons for coloring. Rowan loved the way crayons looked as he threw them in the air. I gave up, and we played in the yard. Something I will remember, the genuine happiness I felt when Rowan smiled and handed me the pink crayon for the few minutes we were sitting and coloring. I suspect Rowan did not know this, but when I was a kid, the pink crayon was always my most coveted color.