One Week!

You're birthday is in ONE WEEK. 

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!

This Weekend... BumBumBum

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'm Having a Bipolar Sort of Week

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. 

Tomorrow couldn't come sooner.

Sun and Moon

Perched atop her bike, riding through the back roads, a young aspiring photographer noticed the distant look that captured the distant moon. 

Alone, she sat. 

"Moon," she yelled, "why does my heart feel like this? I don't understand." 

Moon peered down at her. 

Crisscross-applesauce, she sat it the perfectly cut, slightly wet grass. 

Still Moon looked at her.  

"Moon! Stop looking at me, and help me. Help me understand!" 

Moon said nothing. 

"My heart aches Moon. I miss him. I miss the way things were when he was around. The distance is getting to me and I just can't handle it anymore. He is so far away. He changed me, Moon. He tore down all the walls that once built themselves inside my heart. He tore down what no one else could. I need him. My heart aches for him. Moon, I think I love him, but the distance makes it impossible."

Moon gently raised his voice

 "Young one, its hard. Each night I chase my one and only love, Sun. I glide through the sky so, we can spend those few minutes spread in different corners the sky, together. She sits miles and miles away. I travel around the world, anxiously awaiting the moment when the light she generously gives to the world, can be seen by my eyes."

"But Moon, how do you make it through the day, doesn't your heart long to see Sun?" the girl quietly said.

"Of course, everyday and every night my heart desires to share the sky with Sun. When I think I can no longer endure to the moment when I see her, I think. I think of all the beautiful things she gets to see. Even though she is on the other side of the world, I know that eventually, we will be together again. Sometimes I wait weeks, even months to see her, but I always see her."

 "Moon, I think I understand. When I miss my love, and my heart aches to be near him, if I just think of all the things he is learning and getting to experiance, it will pass the days away, and make the sting of being away less painful. I just have to remember that because of the love we share, we will always see each other." 

Moon smiled down.

So Close Yet, So Far Away

Eighteen Miles.

That's all.

We were eighteen miles away from each other.

I longed for the gentle touch of your hand. 

The sweet smile you greet me with was fresh in my memory.

On the floor laughing. Crying our eyes out. Serious talks. Not so serious talks. 

Beautiful memories. 

Your face was eighteen miles away. Eighteen short miles!

Why? 

I need you. 

We were so close but, so far away.

1.2 months. 39 days. 936 hours. 3369600 seconds.

The day I have been waiting for since you left. 

It's been exactly one month today. 

Lets be honest, it's been the longest month of my life. 

Everyday I dream of seeing you again for the first time. I cant wait.

It's slowly killing me inside. 

I miss you so much, it's really sad. 

How is it even possible to feel like this? I don't understand. 

All I know is that when I see you again, everything is going to be okay. 

The time is so short. 

You are so close,

but still 936 hours away.

Goodbyes, Round 2

So, I have this friend. He's a missionary, but he has also been adopted into my family. So that makes him a brother, I guess. 

Anywho, like all missionaries do, he got transferred, so we said goodbye like ten times, and took a ton of pictures. Could I use anymore commas in the previous sentence? I don't think so.

We are really awkward, and we like it. 

I'm pretty sure he is the coolest. 

Loving Life

Here comes the picture overload.

My adventures started out with a crazy hard pioneer trek. I survived. Thank goodness.

I then packed my bags for the second  time in a week and headed to EFY. Probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. I've made so many friends with people from all across the world.

Then I packed my bags yet again and made my way across the north west, and ended up at BYU, where I played basketball for the week.

EFY

 The campus of UPS looks like Hogwarts; therefore, we were know as EFY Hogwarts.

This is Holland. She wins best roommate ever award.

We paint like we are five. Its normal.

Meet Luke. He's the best.

Nick (aka Daddy) with all the girls.

Me and the Guys. I love them all so much.

Basketball Camp

The Jamba collection. 

This shaved Ice was bigger than my face and was so tasty.

Team name: Cavemen

Number One! Camp Champ two years in a row!

I met so many new people and fell in love, but not IN love, with every single one of them. I miss each of them so much, and cannot wait for the little family reunions that we have already started to plan, even though its only been a week.