"Don't fall for me, okay?" The words are running through my mind, how do I say this. I don't want to hurt you, I'm still trying to figure out what I want in life, but I know you are not it.
I'm scared to break your heart, but the walls have been put up, and you are outside of them. So much has happened and I just cant handle it.
The words have been said. Now its up to you.
I'm dangerous, stay away. Run. Put your heart in a cage, and run.
Today marks the first day of the last week of summer. I cant believe it. Summer has treated me so well, and I'm sad to see it go; however, this kid is off to bigger and better things.
These past few months have been amazing an I couldn't do them justice in anyway, but I do have a few pictures to share.
(P.S This song is perfect for how I am feeling right now.)
Partners and Pals was exactly what I needed this summer. I made so many new friends and feel in love with all of the kids. I don't think words can even begin to explain the wonderful, crazy, silly, and scary moments that I experienced with these kids this summer. I wouldn't trade it for anything, ever.
This summer was incredible and I have about a gazillion pictures that I want to share, but instead I threw together a slop slop photo collage. The pictures range from saying goodbye to Elder Adling to the Train concert I went and saw last week (I'll fill you in on that one later, so amazing!)
This is Quincy. He stole my heart. I love this kid, probably because he is so naughty and naughty children are my favorite, as long as they don't belong to me. We took this picture the last day of camp. Much to my surprise this little seven year old tackled me to the ground and then gave me a huge hug. I'm sure going to miss my Q-Man!
I'm saving all the stories from this concert for later. It was so amazing.
My cousins and I ventured to the Oregon Zoo on Tuesday. It was packed and so much fun. The elephants and giraffes were my favorite. I was probably more excited to go to the zoo than the five year old I went with. I loved it.
His name is Mr. Pray-Mantis, and he lives on my house and we are bestest friends.
I miss you a whole ton, you're my missionary brother. I don't even care that we have different genes, or that we don"t have the same parents. You're my brother and that is that.
I'm trying to figure out a cute package idea, but it's not working very well.
NOTE: This is a call for help, does anyone have cute birthday package ideas for a missionary, its crunch time, and I am desperate!
I'm going to flat out honest today, no sugar coating. This weekend SUCKED! Why might this weekend have been so bad, you may ask. Let me tell you.
HE IS ENGAGED!
Yup you read that right. My little hearty heart was broken for approximately two minutes. That's all. Weird, right. Normally super emotional teenage girls like myself (which teenage girl isn't full of raging hormones making her emotional?) would be mourning over a certain boy, who she gave her heart to.
On a different note, these last two days have been the happiest days of my life. I don't even know why! I've been all smiles. My heart is free and it feels so good.
As of right now I'm eating a whole bag of pizza flavored goldfish, which may I add aren't even good, while watching missionaries open their call. Life doesn't get much better than this.
I got the news yesterday. You're coming back, two weeks early. I wanted nothing to do with you when I first found out, practically hated you for it. I secretly hoped that you wouldn't come to see my family or, me. I tried to find a way to avoid you as much as possible.
Fear floats to the top of my heart. I fear that you moved on, I fear saying goodbye again, even though it will only be for two weeks. The last goodbye we said almost killed me, I cant handle it again.
Life just got good. I don't want anything to ruin that. I like you, I like you a lot, but I cant handle this.
HECK! Who am I kidding, I'm freaking excited to see your face.
