The Beginning of OUR STORY. September 15, 2014

I don't remember whose idea this was, but we are freaking geniuses. 

I LOVE that we are going to document our adventures in this book together. I think that if "this", works out we'll be SO happy that we are journaling our love story. I'm lucky enough to start our first entry this week. 

But before I mention this coming week, I've got to mention last week. 

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

Here are a few thoughts from my Thankful Journal:

"I am thankful for my sweet Garrett Thomas Hamilton. He and I were able to share all day yesterday with each other. Our day started with the SUU Homecoming parade. I was dancing in it with the Ballroom Team, but I was so close to convincing myself not to go for silly worrisome reasons. As i was just about to settle with the comfort of not going, Garrett called me and eased my mind. Not only was he being supportive by caring about my silly parade, but he was actually on his way to surprise me and BE AT THE PARADE. 

The fact that he went out of his way, like 3 hours out of his way to be exact, demonstrated to me his love and genuine care for me. I didn't really want him to come just because I thought he wouldn't care to come. I didn't want to force him to do something he didn't want to do. I didn't want to beg him to drive 3 hours to be left with my roommates to watch me for like 30 seconds in the hoot sun.

But he came without me having to ask.

I am thankful for this sweet part of Garrett. it makes me feel important and reminds me that i am loved."

I hope you understand that I recognize what you did for me Saturday. I was happy enough knowing that you were already coming to visit, but you made me... feel special by surprising me the way you did. 

Thanks babe. 

Dear Whole Wide World,
This last Saturday was awesome. 

This dude came all the way to see me. He weaved through sweaty crowds to watch me dance in a parade. He befriended my CRAZY roommates  He ate sandwiches with me. He sat next to me during our sporadic road trip. He had the idea to make a scrapbook. He held my hand as we ventured through Wal-Mart. He drove me to St. George where he treated me to the most romantic and wonderful dinner I've ever had: 

As we waited to be seated in our fancy clothes, he and I were playing twenty questions to pass time. I envisioned an item in my head that NOBODY has ever guessed. To my surprise, he was able to proclaim, "SPATULA!!!" in like less 2 minutes.

 I giggled as we were escorted to our seats in the patio. In front of us was the entire valley of St. George.

 After like 5 minutes of visiting, I noticed a lady at the table next to us. She was totally watching us... Although i couldn't decide whether to be creeped out or flattered, I didn't really let her bother me. 

I'm gonna fast forward a little bit... and tell you one of the highlights of our evening...

The table next to us, ya know where the observant lady sat, started cleaning up and getting ready to go. This lady came up to us and told Garrett and I, "You are the cutest couple I've ever seen."

I immediately, out of pleasure and embarrassment, giggled... Garrett was the one who kept talking to her. As she walked away, she kept maintaining eye contact and like giving us the A-OK sign. 

We just laughed. 

We were only celebrating our one month anniversary.

But it feels like we've been together for a long time.

Now is that a bad thing?

If you ask Garrett and I, we'd say no it isn't a bad thing.

If anything it's a little promising. 

Garrett is my best friend.

And I've already called dibbs on him. 

So all you single ladies:

Sucks to Suck.

ok that sounds rude, but that can help illustrate how PUMPED i am to have Garrett in my life. 

Although my audience, regarding that i may not even have one, may think that this blog is totally cheesy and creepy and overbearing... 

I think this blog IS all of those things. 

But you see, when you fall in love all of those creepy, cheesy and overbearing things become a delight. Especially because Garrett and I are so far away. 

So this creepy, cheesy and overbearing letter is for him. 

I love you.