A bad case of the...

We all hate Mondays, but we hang out here once a week.

Awkward: 

• Not realizing that the back of my shirt is untucked from my pants choosing to expose my bare back (*Gasp* at BYUI?) to all of the ladies and gentlemen behind me. 
• Accidently playing footsie with the five foot something male across from me in the library. He's definitely my type. Slice me off-a-piece-o-tha! 
• Runny noses that make it feel like your face is wet all over. 
• Trying to order food, and talking to my beloved G at the same time.
•  Sandwhich? No T, we are talking about Law Schools!
•  Law Schools? No, we don't serve that here sorry.
• Pants that may or may not be ripped on the belt loops from many years of yanking them up just to fit over my bottom. Also, a zipper that is very in tune with gravity and just wants to obey. X,Y,P,D,Q?

Awesome: 

• Getting a paper done way quicker than I had intended. 
• Only having 6 weeks left on my 2 year count down, and so very excited for it to be over. 
• Having classes down pat. 
• Third-Eye blind pandora radio station. Seriously the best I have found. 
• String cheese. I have been craving it like mad lately. Feeding Frenzy?
• The extended stay of the warm weather. Although, I am secretly dying inside to pull out the boots and trench coats. C'mon October
• President Utchdorf's address in the General Relief Society meeting. God loves you, do not be too hard on yourself, make good sacrifices for better rewards, be happy now, and the "why" of the Gospel . 
• Conference this weekend. Will I wait in line for tickets? I think that is a good idea. 
• My fantastic Family and our glorious days together this last weekend. 
• Marriage and the new formation of a family.

Where my parents were married.

T and G taking pictures of the Temple

O and all the youngins. 

G and G. 

My Cousin, B got married this past weekend. It was a family Affair

Here is to the rest of the week, T.

The fam damily

The Fam-Bam took a trip on the back roads to Santa Fe. 

This is what we saw.

Cherish the times together. 

Love eachother. 

Love yourself. 

"You Is Kind

You is Smart

You is Imprtant" - The Help.

Always, 

T. 

Love spelled backwards.

This is the story. 

K and I were at a youth event. 

I was 16 and K had just turned 17. 

In a wild game of some extreme version of kick ball I plowed him over. 

I took him out, all 6'1" 200 lbs of him and I tackled him.

Graceful, yes? 

Oh man did I have a crush. 

He was a senior, I was a junior. 

We had seminary together. 

I admired his strong shoulders and messy frock of hair from behind. I giggled nervously.  

He adopted the name of shoulders among me and my friends. 

That pair of shoulders was quite nice. 

I asked him out. 

Yup-- I had the gumption to ask him out first. 

I arranged a date right after thanksgiving that year and it was a disaster. 

Did I give up? Of course not. 

I asked him out again. 

I arranged balloons outside his house. 

 It was Winter formal.

I looked darling in a monochromatic fitted dress and bubblegum pink pumps. He wore a pink tie and looked dashing. He even got a haircut for the occasion. 

I honestly couldn't tell you what happened the rest of the night.

Then on February the 4th we became official. 

We spent all of the free time we could with one another. 

lots of: 

bowling. 

Movies. 

Hanging out at my house. 

His parents didn't like me much. 

He asked me to prom. We looked adorable. And we were in love. 

He graduated. And we spent the summer together. 

More in love than ever. 

Fall came and we split. 

He to Virginia and I stayed where I was.  

Eventually we broke up. Hearts broken, and hurtful things said. 

3 years later here I am. 

He left to serve a mission in California. 

He tracked me down. 

We write. long meaningful letters. 

He apologized and so did I. 

K gets back soon. 

What now? 

Friends? Oh I hope so. 

He was one of my bests. 

best everything. 

I guess in 9 weeks time will tell all. 

Or maybe his next letter will be more shocking than the last.

Still rocking the bubble gum pink shoes, 

T.