It's January 13th. That can mean only one thing in the Choate household. Rocky road ice cream. It's our “proposal-versary” today! When Aaron proposed to me, he told me that he knew our past had been rocky, but that the Rocky Road ice cream (Yarnell's, of course, because his mom is a Yarnell) was our rock of the present. Then he pulled out an engagement ring and said that it was the rock of the future, and would I marry him? Obviously, I said yes! So every year on January 13, our family finds a way to eat rocky road ice cream. This year we saved treats from care packages to be able to make and enjoy the precious treat of ice cream. I think it's a great way to celebrate!
Yesterday, during the speeches, Chief Leonard extended the holiday festivities one more night. So last night was full of drunks walking by our house, groups sing-rolling and banging, and very loud music with a thumping beat. It lasted until almost 7 o'clock this morning. The Girls' Friendly Society (GFS) was supposed to come help me dig heaps in the garden, plant back umalau, haul dirt for the Chinese cabbage beds, cut down coconut branches to build shade for the Chinese cabbage, and transplant the cabbage. The whole family planned to work with them to tackle the work. But Leku was sent to tell me that they all partied the night away and needed to sleep. GFS would come tomorrow. So our family hauled dirt all morning in preparation, and then God gave us an absolutely lovely day of soft rain. Good for the rain tanks, good for the gardens, good for my dry heart.
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