The little things we do for love.

My hands are webbed, eyes sore and back stiff as a wall. Two weeks of struggling with the damned glue was strenuous. The glitters kept sticking to my face and clothes. Perhaps, if I had started decorating from the heel, I would have completed it faster. Dying the pink pom poms red wasn’t easy either. My carpet is still blooded with beet juice. Of Course, my heart pounding with excitement makes up for all the pain. I fear I would faint of eagerness. Matthew has promised to take me dancing after dinner. Photo: Deborah Mesa Pelly