I feel like it was just yesterday that I cooked for Tyson for the first time and destroyed any idea he must have had of me being a good cook. Our love somehow prevailed, and we celebrated our fourth Valentine’s Day together yesterday. Where does the time go?
This year, the Bluebird was catering our stake Valentine’s Dance, so we decided to abandon
our my prejudice against church dances. As I was getting ready, I felt like I was missing something, and that something was fake eyelashes. One trip to Sally’s later, we’re an hour late to the dance and sitting in the church parking lot. If you’re considering buying a car, let me just tell you, Corollas do not have good lighting. Needless to say, I did a pretty terrible job, so as we walked into the dance, I was feeling extra self-conscious, like even the smallest sneeze would cause my eyelashes to fly off.
(Because of our height difference, Tyson and I can’t ever really get a good picture of the both of us. We decided to sacrifice the top of his hair to make room for my outfit because I was proud of myself for wearing color.)
We quickly spotted the food, and I forgot all about my eyelashes as I stuffed my face in the most lady-like way I could. At some point I said, “These potatoes are my Valentine,” but that’s neither here nor there.
Once the food was gone, I started feeling self-conscious again, so one trip to the car and two eyelashes in a cup holder later, I was ready to go home, but Tyson wanted to dance. Tyson and I will occasionally dance in the kitchen, but that’s pretty much as far as my dancing abilities go. I had to give myself a little pep talk in the bathroom, “You is kind. You is important. You can dance with your husband in front of a bunch of other people.”
So we danced. The live band sang a song by the Backstreet Boys, and I thought I’d gone to pre-teen heaven. Tyson elbowed me in the head once while trying to twirl me. But we danced, and I even had
a little bit of fun.
I’m grateful for Tyson every day, but he made yesterday extra special. Even though we both had work and he had school, he still managed to stop by with lunch, flowers, and candy. And he wasn’t embarrassed of my dancing, which basically means we’re soul mates.