Heavily paraphrased -
Dad: He's funny.
Nolan: He plays with me.
Mom: Cuz she cooks good stuff.
Cole: Cuz he's my little brother.
Dad: That he builds with me.
Avrie: Cuz she's funny.
Cole: Cuz he likes me.
Mom: That she's a good cook.
Dad: I love him cuz he makes coffee.
Nolan: He makes Avrie be funny.
Avrie: Her laugh.
Mom: A good hugger.
Nolan: He's very creative, a thinker, dreamer, always in his head.
Avrie: Such a good singer, artist and she always gives me the best hugs before bed.
Cole: He's goofy. And he's pretty sweet!
Mom: She's my girl. She's a 'good cooker.' She knows me.
Avrie: She knows what she wants and sticks to her guns. Very sweet.
Cole: He's my little baby. He's home with me all day.
Nolan: That he loves to read. Loves.
Dad: He loves me. He works hard so I can stay home and raise my kids.
The general consensus seems to be that I can cook. I'm thankful they appreciate it. Valentine supper was: Roasted Brussel Sprouts, Peppers, Parsnips; Linguine with Butter, Lemon, Pepper, Parsley and Parmesan; Chicken Piccata, Salad Greens with Apple, Pecans, Feta, Raspberries, White Balsamic Vinaigrette; Blueberry Pie with Ice Cream; Lemon Drop Martinis.
It took all afternoon to prepare and I loved every second of it. I love, I feed. I'm loved, I'm full.