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I can remember how much fun it was to decorate my Valentine's Day boxes. Kids these days (I sound as middle aged as I am, huh?) don't know how easy it all is for them. There are stickers... in just about any obscure hobby or interest now. I can remember a bit of ribbon and lots of glue and cut out hearts.

So, to keep up with the rest of the mom's, here's what I helped Cathrynn with last night. I love the cupid paper - a thrift store score - packs of pretty Valentine papers for .39 a pack. I may need to go purchase more, dont'cha think?

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