Tomorrow morning, a bunch of Provoans (and, presumably others) will wake up with a brand new ring on their left ring fingers.[fn1] To all of you: congratulations and good luck! This, though, isn’t your story.
When I got back from my mission, I spent two semesters teaching Portuguese at the MTC.[fn2] One morning, one of my fellow teachers came in with a new ring on her left hand. After our morning meeting, she went in to teach. She didn’t say anything to the Elders (it’s been a long time, but I think she only had Elders) but, after about 10 minutes, in the middle of a lesson on conjugation, one of them noticed her new jewelry. They got excited (remember how close you felt to your teachers at the MTC? They were basically your only connection to the outside world) and she was giddy.
Especially when she reminded them it was April 1.
So this probably isn’t the place for your sweet, heartfelt Valentine’s Day memories. Actually, this is the place for those. (And seriously, you need to read that post.[fn3]) This post is for your other Valentine’ Day (-esque, at least) memories.
Oh, and happy Valentine’s Day!
[fn1] Or at least I assume they will, though I base that assumption on the fact that my sister’s Helaman Halls RA got engaged on the evening of February 14, 1998. But if I can’t project a trend from a single isolated data point, what fun is blogging?
[fn2] At 6:30 am, actually. If it hadn’t been so early, or maybe if I’d been more of a morning person, I might have taught longer than two semesters.
[fn3] Seriously. See, I’m no Valentine’s Day cynic; I love most holidays, including today. We had heart-shaped chocolate chip pancakes (though I substituted white chocolate chunks for half of the chocolate chips) for breakfast, my daughters will have heart-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, and heart-shaped personal pizzas for dinner, as well as plenty of homemade hearts and cards and other celebratory celebrations.