Making them was the most expensive option, and I wasn't convinced that DeLaynie would enjoy it. The boxed ones were all themed, and I couldn't find any that were gender-neutral. I didn't want to give the boys butterfly tattoos. DeLaynie wasn't with me to make the choice. They didn't have any of her favorite characters anyway, since she is currently obsessed with old(er) movies, like Robin Hood. I'm a little surprised that they didn't have any Toy Story ones, though. I moved past the character ones into the 8-packs. After about an hour of searching, I finally found a couple of eight-packs that weren't as expensive as the others, and they were pretty cute.
I know, I know. There is no way that DeLaynie cares that much about which Valentines cards she gives out. It occurred to me as I was wading through the sea of commercialism referred to as the seasonal aisle, that this would be the only opportunity I would have to go through this little dance for a while. Nicaragua may or may not celebrate Valentine's Day, but I'm pretty sure that they don't celebrate the same way that we do. I remember all of the Valentine's Days that I celebrated in school. I remember getting so excited about giving out the little cards, and coming home to go through them one by one. And I got all sentimental, which is saying something for me.
DeLaynie did "sign" each card. I wasn't going to put her name down on something that was completely about me. I really hope that she has had a fun day at school, and that the celebration was as much fun for her as preparing the cards was for me. But I kinda doubt it.