Happy Valentines Day!

Here we are... supposedly the "romantic" day of the year. Last year at this time I was sitting in the bar at "The Crab Pot" in Long Beach, California. Some dearly think of Disneyland... but when people talk about the "happiest place on earth" its definitely The Crab Pot for me.

I couldn't be luckier! When we lived in Seattle, there was one down on the waterfront downtown, which equated to about a 30 - 45 minute drive (depends on who's behind the wheel). When we moved to California, there was one on the waterfront in Long Beach, which equated to about a 10 - 20 minute drive (again... who's driving). Everyone knows what the answer is if you ask Kelle where she wants to go for dinner.

Back to the story... we were waiting for our table. After a 45 minute wait our table was ready!! We sat down, ordered and waited... for about 2 minutes when I received the call from Taylor that Meg had fainted. Fast forward to February 16 and I'm a grandma! So Valentines Day is no longer thought of as a day of romance, but the day my adventure towards finding out how I could possibly have more unconditional love in my life.

This Valentines Day I find myself 283.25 (yes I mapquested it) miles away from The Crab Pot. No shot of hoppin in the car and running over there for dinner. I worked last night so took a little nap this afternoon and awoke to a different smell. My fabulous husband recreated the Crab Pot experience and made me my own Alaskan King Crab Feast.

Who says romance is dead?