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I'm a first-time mom doing my best not to break the baby. My daughter, Riley, just turned 1 in June. I left The Gazette for the most demanding fulltime job on the planet -- being a mom. I'm now a freelance writer who's learning how to conquer the world during Riley's twice-daily naps. I've discovered a whole new level of multitasking as I simultaneously try to work, keep Riley away from sharp objects and rescue the cat from Riley's "hugs."

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True Love

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Contributed by: Kerry McGinley on 2/14/2007

Valentine's is not my favorite holiday. It's too canned, too commercial, too saccharine and -- worst of all -- too close to my birthday. My husband knows that today and my upcoming birth anniversary are two separate national holidays, but it's inevitable that the calendar lines blur a little. So I've always seen V-Day as the interloper on my B-Day. Chocolate is too close to cake, and it's impractical to demand two special nights out in one week, especially now that nights out require a babysitter. But that's OK. It's made me a little more introspective on a day that's supposed to be all about love. My definition of love has changed over the years, especially the last two. I used to need gestures, overtures, reassurances of love from my husband that fell into the predictable and traditional bin. He thought it was silly. Still, he'd send me flowers at work and have a card waiting for me because it was what I wanted. But as the marital time clock keeps ticking and my maternal duties keep mounting, it's smaller gestures of love and kindness that make my day. This morning at 4 a.m. when Riley went off over the monitor, John got up to deal with her. He's the one who cleaned her up the night before when the Vomit Fairy waved her magic wand over Riley's bed. He even shoveled the driveway this morning before he went to work. None of these gifts qualify as romantic, but they all declare "LOVE YOU" more eloquently than those nasty candy hearts or obligatory roses ever could. And every time I look at my girl and see John's blue eyes twinkling back at me, I am touched with the deepest love from the best gift he's ever given me.

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