Creating a romantic trip for two : "mini moon" ideas in Europe
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The Little Lilypad is a lifestyle blog mostly written by a mum to two beautiful, cheeky and entertaining daughters. It is sometimes written by the Man on the Pad or by one of our baby bloggers. Occasionally we accept guest posts too. There is frequently talk of sustainable living, saving money, lifestyle and travel. It is hopefully helpful, sometimes funny and always honest.
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Today is allegedly the most romantic day of the year. The 14th of February (Valentines Day) is named after Saint Valentine who was a third-century Roman saint who has been associated with love since the High Middle Ages. Nothing is reliably known of St. Valentine except his name and the fact that he died on February 14th but I digress ....
The Lilypad has been blessed to share some personal guest posts over the last 13 days about what our friends think that Love Is ....
So what do I think Love Is ..... ?
It is considering someone else other than myself.
It is not having to be perfect but being perfect for that someone.
It is sharing your bed with your children when they need you.
It is finding a gorgeous pair of shoes in the sale .... that are just your size. (I personally love it when this happens)
It is Saturday nights in with the family, rather than Saturday nights out on the town.
It is creating a school costume in a matter of hours because they neeeeeeeed it for tomorrow.
It is finding a fantastic bespoke offer online that is the perfect gift for Valentines.
It is still being kissed in the morning, despite your snoring keeping them awake in the night.
It being the first person they turn to when they are hurt or upset.
It is having a cold shower because the children have used all the hot water.
It is reading "another" story before bedtime.
It is butterflies in your stomach.
It is sharing excitement.
It is laughter.
It is not about one day in the year, it is every single day.
For the avoidance of doubt, we were asked to review from the Bespoke Offers site, without obligation and as we loved the concept, thought it fitted perfectly into this post.
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Today's guest post is from one of my closest friends. She was sitting at home with a poorly son a week or so ago and she asked if she could write a post, so here it is .....
What is love ?
Is it that my husband never asks how I get on at my weekly weigh in on a Monday night....as he doesn't believe I need to lose weight.(even though the scales say I do)
Is it my 11 year old face timing his girlfriend every night and insisting i take him out at the weekend to buy her a valentines gift. (They have been together for several months now).
Is it my 14 year old tiding her room even though for once I haven't asked her. (And believe me I ask her at least 4 times a day!!!).
Love means many different things for everyone...
I know that I love my husband, children and family more each day.
I am thankful for the love I share with some great friends, new and old.
I saw a quote on a picture the other day that just said
"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. ~ William Shakespeare.
Love just is......
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Today's guest post is from Victoria Knowles who blogs at http://www.workitmamma.com and she is asking, what does love mean to me?
Love is more than words.
When I was a child my dad never said: ‘ I love you’ - something we’re told we should be doing all the time but because of him I know love isn’t about those three words. I never doubted he loved me more than anything and I never felt anything other than love from him and here’s why:
When I was a little girl he patiently taught me to ride a bike. As a teenager he took me on my first driving lessons. He built us a treehouse and a swing and completely rebuilt our little bungalow until we lived in the best place he could make.
He did this because he loved us and no one in our home ever doubted it for a second – despite never saying it.
When I left for University and he dropped me off in the roughest part of Nottingham. He turned the car round and came to stay with me until my housemates turned up a couple of days later. He cooked me eggs and bacon and loved me. When I made a silly mistake at 21 he just cuddled me and stood by me.
When he’s with Arthur I see him ploughing the same values, the same rules and the same sense of patience and love into it all. Hammering a piece of wood on Papap’s workbench is about love – more so than vacant ‘I love yous’.
Still to this day he’s the person I call when something needs ‘doing’. Because doing is what he does; without question and without a second thought.
It’s absolutely textbook but absolutely true. My dad is the first man who made me feel safe and loved without a single word. The first man who showed me how women should be treated.
The first man to whom all others need to measure.
So breaking with tradition – I love you dad, but just so you know, you never have to tell me. I already know. x