My eyes peek open to see light streaming through my windows which is pretty strange as I am pretty sure I close the curtains each night. I turn to look at the baby monitor as I am surprised it is light and Alyssa has yet to wake me and see that it is not there. In a total panic I go to dash out of bed and see that there are rose petals all over my floor, red ones, and a smile starts to creep onto my face.
I pull on my slippers and my dressing gown and begin to follow the petals which lead down the hall and into Alyssa’s room and there at the end of a trail is a big teddy holding a heart that says “I love you mummy!” I pick him up and give him a cuddle and then notice that there are more petals leading out of her room and so I begin to follow and start heading slowly down the stairs. It is at this point I can hear a deep voice shhing my giggling daughter which brings a smile to my face. As I arrive at the bottom of the stairs, the petals lead me into the dining room to the table where there is a beautiful bouquet of fuchsia pink gerberas in a vase on the table beside plates stacked high with blueberry and chocolate chip American pancakes and fresh juice and gorgeous smelling coffee. However, the best thing about the whole table is the little girl sat grinning at me and the man beside her.
I’d sweep Alyssa up in my arms and a big strong arm would go round my shoulders and lean in to kiss me and wish me Happy Valentine’s Day. We’d sit and eat breakfast together and then all get dressed up nice and warm and go out for the day spending it playing in parks and walking through woods and stopping off for hot chocolate too. That evening, once Alyssa was in bed, we’d light a fire and turn on some festive lights (like those little heart fairy lights) and curl up in front of it with a delicious takeaway and a bottle of wine and watch crappy TV curled up in each others arms.