The epic Schlueter annual Valentine’s Day party for the daddy of the household went down last night.
The day began with the breathless announcement from Emily Frances that there were “pretty floyers (flowers) downstairs. Come see, come see!”
The “pretty floyers” were from her daddy, with a giant yellow rose all her own. (I’ve never seen a rose that enormous before! It’s open this morning and bigger than ever.)
The sloppy joes were succulent, the Valentine’s girl was pretty as a picture in her burgandy, velvet party dress with the bow. Daddy was suitably amazed by it all (he’d wondered about the ‘birthday party’ Emmy had talked about for weeks. She asked me where the Christmas tree was last night when she was getting dressed. Valentine’s Day is all holidays rolled into one, apparently!)
My cake plans were decimated by intervening circumstances which I will relate in my next post, which has the working title of “Donuts in the Snow at 2am.” Stay tuned.
But a sufficiently festive cake was purchased at the local grocery store bakery, with a heart prominently featured on its frosting surface.
Here’s a little video snippet of the Valentine’s girl last night.