Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Valentine's Weekend

I love my husband, in case you haven’t noticed yet. Valentine's last year, Stephen asked me out on a group date. It had been nine months since our previous date, and I figured his friends had roped him into an activity and he needed a girl to go with him. We were friends, but I had ruled him out thinking that's all we would ever be. He had apparently been trying to be more than friends, but was slow at his approach. He would try to sit by me when he could at ward activities or strike up conversations with me or come over to hang out with our group of friends more. I wasn't suspicious. In fact, I didn't notice. Our date was fun. We went to his mission friend's apartment and decorated cookies. He taught me how to play monopoly deal, though we didn't end up playing it. I had no idea I would spend the rest of my life being taught new games by him, this being the first of many, many games (anyone who spends time with the Rollins family knows how much they like games). We listened to music and talked and had an overall nice night. I went home happy but clueless as to what was ahead for us. 

Last Friday, we celebrated our second Valentine’s Day together. We had plans to go to his family’s cabin, but decided against it due to the weather. Instead, we went out to eat and had sushi. I love sushi, but Stephen isn’t use to it yet. Still, Stephen’s not a picky eater at all, so he doesn’t complain. We got sushi once before on our honeymoon, so it’s kind of our special occasion food. The wait was long and the restaurant was super busy, but I didn’t mind. We spent most of our wait deciding which rolls to get. Neither of us are connoisseurs on sushi rolls, so if you have any recommendations, please share. The names seem so arbitrary. But we ended up splitting four yummy rolls.

While we were eating, a woman wandered around the tables with a basket full of roses, offering to sell them to the couples. Both Stephen and I admired her entrepreneurship, and he bought me a rose. We went home and ate some cream-filled chocolate-covered strawberries I had made. It was nice to have an evening with my husband where neither of us was stressed over chores or homework or other obligations. We started watching some episodes of Avatar (one of my favorite childhood series we’ve been rewatching together) and ended up staying up way too late to finish the season. Neither of us regretted it once we had slept in Saturday morning.

We took Saturday easy. Stephen was able to play a lot of online games with friends and we both cleaned the house for a few hours. I finally scrubbed down my fridge, something I've been meaning to do for a while, and it looks a lot better. I still need to make time to do the freezer--by the time I was finished with the fridge, I was burned out. Saturday night, I babysat for my neighbor, though the baby was asleep the whole time, so I got some homework done. Not as fun, but still good.

I was stressed for time on Sunday morning because my hair wasn't cooperating, so Stephen made me breakfast. We commented that it was probably the first time he had made me something for breakfast. I was proud of his scrambled eggs! Good job, sweetheart! That afternoon, I invited my brother over for a dinner of homemade egg rolls (I even made the wrapper from scratch!). So Mom, don't worry, I fed him and gave him water and took him for a walk afterwards. He and I use to live in the the same apartment complex, but now that we're a few blocks away, I hardly ever see him. It was nice to have him over for dinner and to chat with him. 

Monday was the day Stephen did his homework. He spent most of the day programming and studying. I'm surprised at his workload when mine is so small. Last semester was much harder for me than this semester is. I was able to go shopping and play games and watch the Olympics. Aren't the Olympics amazing? I've been watching them when I can and both Stephen and I are getting into it. It's funny, because neither of us would care for these sports any other time of the year, but when it's the Olympics, suddenly I'm emotionally invested in the athletes. I love watching the ice skating and the freestyle jumping of the snowboarders and skiers.

Going back to reality on Tuesday was hard after a nice weekend with my husband. He's back to being busy. I can't wait until summer! 64 days until I graduate and we're freed from homework--me being freed forever! Stephen has been doing something with his computer that I don't completely understand. He gave me an analogy of his computer being a shoe box and he's putting dividers in the shoe box. He's happy with it, so I guess that's good.

Leading up to Valentine's day, Stephen and I talked about our expectations. I asked him to write me a note, which he did. He said he wanted to surprise me with something, but then was nervous if I would like it or not, so he kept telling me his ideas in order to get my approval, but then that ruined the surprise. It was cute. He talked about writing a blog post, but so far, that hasn't happened. I guess it's still an option, because it is our blog and not just mine. Though if it were up to him to recap everything, it would be an entirely different and shorter blog. Though that may be better than my mundane updates. This blogs is very much like a journal for me with motivation to write. I want to remember this time in our lives, and I'm happy to share it with those that are interested.

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