14th.

Okay. I'm not one to celebrate made up holidays like Valentine's Day and Mother's Day. No thank you. But  this year for Valentine's Day, I had a boy to celebrate with. Mind you, that he is 1,300 miles away from me at the moment. Okay, more like I am from him. I left. He knew my feelings about it. He still celebrated. I did too. We sent each other letters. Mine was a picture of a dinosaur that I had colored. He sent me a letter and had asked if I wanted to be his Valentine. He gave me a choice of yes or yes. I wonder which one I was supposed to choose. Throughout the day I get picture messages like this one...

Isn't he just the greatest? Haha. I laugh every time.

It's tradition on my dad's side of the family to have a swimming party around Valentine's Day too. It always ends up being a few weeks after, but it still is. Clare wanted me to come along to help with the kids. Tom, Clare, the kids, and I went swimming with the family. It was fun. I can swim. If I had to save me life, that is a different story. Brocker isn't one to venture out in the water. But with me holding onto him, and teasing him just a little bit, I got him to come farther out and eventually into a tube to be passed between Clare and I. Grandpa busted out the good venison sausage and smoked string cheese. Grandpa and Grandma fed us pizza and I spent the rest of my time like this...

How nice it was of my sister to leave a little bit later for the swimming party so I could shave my legs. She's great. 

ONE week! Idaho here I come.