Big Fat Valentine's Night . . .

I had the coolest Valentine's Day. I got a plant from my dad and chocolates from girlfriends. After a long day of classes I crashed on my bed for a couple hours. I awoke to Vieve jumping on me and a bunch of girls in my room talking pizza and soda preferences. When dinner business was taken care of, Vieve drove Jennie, Emily, and I to get pizza and ice cream. The near-death experiences along the way woke me up for a long night of partying. We ate lots of pizza and ice cream and watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding. The room was full of silly, sentimental girls (well, at least one*cough*). We sat around for about two hours after the movie, talking about . . . about . . . um . . . never mind what we talked about. Then I got this awesome e-mail from my eccentric Egnlish teacher from high school years. We grew really close when I was taking her class. I had prayed specific prayers for her life and slowly they have all been answered. THANK YOU GOD! She's 41 and has wanted a husband so badly. Well, today she got engaged (: I screamed, jumping up to tell the girls and read them the e-mail. I’m sure they cared too—maybe they just prefer to show their emotions through surprised staring. Or maybe they’re not used to ballistic outbursts over a long-awaited engagement. Anyways, I love the guy she's been dating and our family has known him for longer than she has. So that topped the whole thing off nicely.

The nice thing about Valentine’s day is the girls that may usually be studying think they need to be doing something on this particular night so they’re game for a party. (sigh) I love my girlfriends! Nothing tops a romping night with them. Thank You for answering my prayer, Lord. I’m so grateful for my girls. (: