{Finger Tappin}
I can't help it. It is bound to happen. A girl+cold weather=cold feet. A girl with as long as toes as mine are bound to have extra cold feet. I have usually just dealt with it, because I don't wear socks ever really. However, my dad has let me borrow his hunting socks for the past winter days to warm my aching feet.
Along with that, comes the holiday every romantic loves. Valentines Day. I enjoy the arts and crafts. But for the silly expectations of romance. Psh. I am one of those haters. And I really am. Don't you shake your head and tell me that I do that so that I can pretend that my significant other is just so generous. I have no expectations and I have no want of anything.
However, Station thinks that I am lying. He thinks that I pretend but that I will be upset when I don't get something. He is wrong. He said, "let me give you something, 5 dollars. that is it." I told him no. Because if he got me something then there would be those expectations. But he kept insisting.
Come Fast Sunday as I sit down and prepare for a peaceful Sabbath. However, as soon as the testimonies start, and Station leans over and says, " if you go bear your testimony I wont do anything for Valentines day, but if you don't, I will go all out." I don't care what you think of me, but to stand in front of a large, or even small amount of people, I lose all control of my lip function and eyes twitch. And don't get me started on my clammy palms. I know that I am an above average glistening woman when it comes to running or moving quickly, and that is a fairly normal abnormality. But I don't know why my palms choose to explode with sweat. This all happening while Station is switching off hands while i wipe one off on my skirt.
I told him no. BTW. I told him that isn't fair to make me do this. And he said that he would do it too. He also said that I could do it. And I didn't have to worry about it. But I did. And I did. Until I started asking when it would be over. It was guilt and fear and sweat all mixed together. So I didn't do it. I didn't do any testimony bearing and I figured I would suffer.
Come next Sunday, after church, I sat in Station's room and he asks if he can give me his gift. I said no. On and on and on until he starts begging and I finally say yes. and roll my eyes when he turns around. Then he comes back with thick socks. Socks I can do. Socks are a very appropriate Valentines gift.
{out of focus, but not the book from clarence}
After we exchanged gifts, but I didn't give a gift. We went over to my house to celebrate. Hanging hearts included. This was a good Valentines day. Socks included.
{Our Family Dinner}
