Engaged, Eve, and the Rest of Forever

So, it has been a little while since I have updated, and I know I need to get on the ball with that a little. Just in the hustle and bustle that is life I have kinda of forgotten about this blog a little. Life is basically amazing. As most of you probably know, I just got engaged last Saturday. A week ago today. It's weird that it was only a week ago, in some ways it feels like I have been for a long time. It is just strange because I really just feel like this is what my life was always meant to be. Like everything before him was just a dream and didn't really exist. I never in a million years would have guess that I would be engaged to someone only three months after I started dating them. But he proposed to me exactly three months after our first date, and I've never been happier or more excited to say yes to something in my entire life. People keep asking how he asked me, so I will tell you too. It was fairly simple, which I'm glad about. He talked to my parents the week before (I know right, what an adorable guy), which I didn't know that he had done, and then came up to Salt Lake to visit me. We went to the temple that morning to do baptisms, and I had absolutely no idea what he was planning, it was actually pretty funny. In the confirmation room the temple workers asked if we were married. We told them not yet, so they asked if we were engaged. Colton said no, and I joking said, "No, someone has to get on the ball and actually ask me..." totally just kidding, with no idea what was coming, and spent the rest of the time in the temple reminding myself later to tell him that I was just kidding and that I hoped he didn't feel like I was pressuring him into asking me before he wanted to. It's also really funny because we ended up in the middle of a rather large youth group doing baptisms so we were there for awhile, while I was just enjoying being in the temple, he was dying. He said he didn't think it was ever going to end, and then he had to wait even longer for me to get ready after baptisms, while he paced the hallway like crazy. But he says when he saw me come out of the dressing room and down the stairs his heart leaped like crazy and he got really excited to ask me. As we were leaving the temple he said he wanted to look around, which made me wonder what was going on, but not too bad, then he walked around to one of the fountains and said a few things that were really adorable and basically perfect, then went down on one knee and asked me. Yes, he did go down on one knee. I think I went into shock. I immediately said yes, but didn't really react much other than that. Until he had stood up and put the ring on me and then hugged me, then it really hit me. I got so excited that I think I screamed...probably in his ear. Then we just spent the rest of the day together, telling people, enjoy each others company, and enjoying the gorgeous ring that he picked out for me. That man has dang good taste. I seriously LOVE it. I don't think he could have found something I loved more if he tried.

But anyway, so yeah, I'm engaged. And starting to plan my wedding. It's stressful, but exciting. Every morning when I put my ring back on I get just a little more excited to be married to him. His so amazing. I don't know how I got so lucky to find someone who is so sweet and adorable to me. I just love him. That is all, just love him. I don't know if there is really a word to describe how I feel about him, but that one will have to suffice. But I'll tell you, wedding planning sucks. I wish someone else could just figure it all out for me, but I guess one day of planning for the rest of my life with him is worth it.

This semester is over. Thank goodness. It was a rough one. I pulled surprisingly decent grades, I don't think I earned them, actually I know I didn't earn them, but I will be happy and grateful for them anyway. I can't believe that I only have one more semester left before I graduate. I would like to know what happened to my entire undergraduate degree. But it's okay. Life is good. I'm just happy. And today is Christmas Eve. My favorite day of the entire year. I just love it. I love the anticipation that it brings, and I love the family traditions that we have. So enjoy the holidays!!

Moments, Memories, and Finals

Have you ever been able to look back on your life and pinpoint the exact moment where it began to change drastically? Exactly 100 days ago, almost to the hour, I received a text message from an old friend that I haven't heard from and have barely thought about in almost 8 years. That text message surprised me, and intrigued by how he had gotten my phone number, I responded, and we began talking. I didn't think much of it, other than "oh, what a fun blast from the past." It's funny how naive I was about what so simple a thing as answering that text would end up meaning. I am now dating that friend, and I have never been more happy in my entire life. He is amazing. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, and he makes me feel better about myself than I ever have. When I look back at where I was 100 days ago, I don't even feel like it was the same lifetime as I am in now. It's like everything before him just isn't quite real, because this is what life was always meant to be. Me and him. Except the small fact that he lives in Cedar and I live in Salt Lake. That sucks. A lot. It's harder than I ever thought it would be. I miss him every moment. But he is so worth every second. I live for the weekends that I get to spend with him. I love him. Plain and simple. The last 100 days have just been amazing. Everyone of them. We've had some trials, but even those I don't regret. They have just made me love him more. So, here's to the next 100 days.

Did I ever post about getting an interview to pharmacy school? Well if not, I have an interview to Roseman University of Health Sciences in January. I'm so nervous! I really hope I get into at least one of the schools that I have applied to. Preferably the U, but I'm not too picky.

This semester is sucking school-wise. I just don't care about my classes. They don't interest me and it's a problem. I'm borderline failing a class. Which I never thought would happen to me. I hope it doesn't, but if it does, it's not the end of the world. I have decided that I need to learn to let myself fail occasionally, not that I'm going to fail on purpose, but sometimes I have such high expectations of myself that they are impossible to live up to and I'm tired of being upset with myself for not making it to a point that I set to high in the first place. So if I fail, it will suck, but life will go on and I will make up for it next semester. But I guess I should be doing studies instead of blogging right now anyway, so I'd better go. Just remember to not hate yourself if you don't quite make it to the goal you set. Just pick yourself back up and start again. Sometimes failing can teach you more about yourself than succeeding will.