Valentines Day is coming up.
I used to say this was my favorite holiday. I don't even know why- I had no reason. It isn't like anything special happened on it except there is a plethora of romantical movies. Which, if you're a sap that's friggin awesome, right?!
I am always cold, my fingers and toes on the verge of numbness. A sweater is my best friend (the rattier the better). I am always telling Kirby my heart is ice cold, hence why I can cool a burn with my fingertips.
My mom once got married on Valentine's day once. I was 14 and it was snowy and bitter cold. The wind whipped my hair and bit into the depths of my soul. I couldn't feel my toes. Of course this didn't stop me from wearing a dress. *The only one of a popular style I owned. I think I had gotten it for Christmas as I relentlessly talked about how I wanted one -and I SO wanted to fit in. Also, it was a hair small and the style was "out" by time I wore it for this impromptu courthouse wedding.* Afterwards, my cousins and I sat on the icy seats of a gazebo and I internally begged for time to speed up while shivering (convulsing) in my winter coat. I have no idea WHY we had to subject ourselves to that. Photos or something. Maybe I'll look in the archives (photo books) and see if I can find one to scan later.
Anyway- I think the ice penetrated my heart that day.
That explains a lot, really.