10- Valentine's Weekend

I decided to take Marcos out for Valentine's Day. Valentine's was on a Sunday so we went out on Saturday instead. It was the first time I'd had a serious relationship over that sappy holiday and I was going to make the most of it. Really, I was just trying to spare Marcos. I knew he was trying to figure out his finances so he'd be in a position to get married and I was in a better situation to treat to an evening out than he was. We went to Robintino's in Salt Lake since that had been our first official date up in Bountiful. Again I had to get my mom to come stay with my great grandma - coordinating anything at the time was pretty difficult. We went to dinner and were one of those couples you see and just want to gag. We couldn't help it. Love, especially that early, giddy love, does weird stuff to people. We talked and stared at each other and were just happy to be together.

Sunday Marcos came over and we had a picnic in my grandma's basement. I had bought a clock and had it engraved for him - all confessing my love. It says, "From here to Argentina and back...till I die and forever more." That's how much I love him and that was what we would tell each other. I know, I warned you this part gets really mushy. It was so good for me to see that we could have fun doing anything together. An evening out, taking a walk, or a picnic in the basement - it was all the same to us. He bought me a heart necklace. Again, pretty predictable, but I didn't expect it at all. It meant a lot to me to have him get me something. Like I said before, he's just not very good at gift giving. He's one of the most generous people I know. He'd give you the shirt off his back, but for him to try to remember a holiday, think of a present to get and actually go purchase it, is a daunting task for that kid. It was a beautiful necklace and I didn't want to take it off. Marcos told me he had talked to his brother and asked him how he knew Amy was the one for him (they got married the year before in August). He said that it got harder and harder for him to be away from her and that is when he knew she was the one. Marcos told me that's how he'd felt for quite awhile now - he hated leaving me and going back home every day. Aww...sweet!