You get to make silly valentines and treat bags that no childless adult could get away with.
|Here's the ones we did this year|
You get to go to preschool ice cream socials.
You get to play with temporary tattoos (something terminally uncool after the age of 15 sans kids)
So although I miss the quiet nights and the candlelit dinners, I suppose they can wait until I graduate to the older-kid Mom status. I know that I will have a super sweet guy still waiting to sweep me off my feet.