For Valentines Day Kevin took me to Pizzeria 712. My favorite place to eat in Utah. Everything is fresh and local, and the experience is far different than your average pizza place. Kevin laughed because he said there was at least one thing on every item of the menu that he didn't recognize.
We had the potato polenta for an appetizer, the speck pizza for dinner, and the blood orange vanilla bean panna cotta for dessert. He listened to me express my frustrations about work, and I listened to him rage about the MCAT. And even though we didn't talk directly about love, even though it was a day to celebrate it, I am realizing more and more that love is not a product. Love is a method. We listen to each other, we make each other laugh, we lean on each other, we sacrifice for each other. And then, after we have done all of these things we feel love towards each other, because we recognize our reliance and commitment.
And then we recognize how sexy Kevin looks when he wears stripes. (I mean really though.)