Valentines Day, 2016. Probably one for the record books in my mind. Sometimes, John and I can't do much more for the day besides order a heart-shaped pizza from Domino's, or head to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. This year, we each had a goal: I wanted to do something a bit more meaningful, and John wanted to visit the Morans. All I needed was 36 free hours in John's schedule, and a computer to make the plans, and we were set. I didn't know just eight days before Valentine's Day how much I actually would end up needing this time. Of course, a week before February 14, I had an absolutely miserable day at church. No joke, I could barely get out of the chapel after sacrament meeting before breaking out in actual sobs. I'm talking about cursing God through the tears, and my whole body shuddering at the emotional pain. I had been shedding tears at the organ, but nothing that anyone noticed. I just needed to get home, and get home f...
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