one look

that's all it took.

she looked.

and he looked.

and then she looked away.

it was like he read her soul, page by ink-filled page, despite the sloppy handwriting and the cross outs, until he didn't have to read any more.

he just understood.

he understood why she plays with that ring on her middle finger.

he understood why she sometimes speaks too loudly or too softly when she's in a crowd.

he understood why she always carries a notebook with her, and feverishly puts her inspiration down on paper.

he understood why she dreams about typewriters and monogrammed stationary, not fancy cars or big houses.

and he liked that.

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a note about what to say

Miss Meg Fee recently posted about what she called, "blogging and morality," basically discussing what one should and should not write about in that space where the whole world can read it.

I've often wondered the same thing,

Because there is only one author to this blog.
So it's bound to be a little subjective.

But that might mean that that author is portrayed in a not-so-flattering light, for fear of portraying herself in too flattering a light.

If that makes any sense.

Or maybe it just means that I write what I think and what I think is kind of jumbled sometimes and doesn't always follow a direct train of thought.

I guess what I'm trying to say or ask is: do I say too much?

And this is probably one of those questions where no one will respond. And that's alright.

But I'm curious.

So speak up, if you dare.

{In other news, I'm moved into my new apartment and I have my own room again. Which is sort of an odd feeling. I don't mind sharing a room. But I think it will be nice to have my own space,too. I'm just not used to it. Maybe that's why it's almost 3 am and I'm the last one up.}

This is why I love:

{my major}

2nd floor of the good ol' HBLL on the east side (hallway before you get to the religion/family history section), there is a little showcase of byu advertising's finest.

it's called the Half Show.
and it will blow you away.

so if you want to celebrate finals being over and see some incredibly talented undergrads in your midst,

go.
peruse.
veg.
let your brain relax.

and if you haven't seen this yet, you need to.

oh, and this, too. byu didn't do it, but it still gets me every time.




next year...

a prayer for the day

I love this.

Britt already posted about this song and this artist.

But it's too good to pass up.

I love the title line that says "we don't eat until your father's at the table."

Oh, amen to that.

That's how I want to do things in my family.

That's the kind of love I believe in.

*His voice reminds me a little bit of this guy, whom I also love. My favorite kind of rainy day music.

Any day like today

Love-to-be:

I don't know what your favorite food is.

So I think I'll learn how to make everything*, just in case it's something I've never tried.

In fact, I hope it is something I've never tried.

I hope you convince me to try lots of things that I've never tried before. And not just when it comes to food.

We can create our own little adventures, even if it's helping me to get over my fear of heights. Or getting me to eat more leafy greens.

We can share some firsts together. Like going to Africa. Or learning how to build a house. And a life.

And we can be each other's last first kiss.

*I just might not let you try my mother's or grandmother's cooking until we've been married for a little while, because they've had many more years of practice.

{i actually made this cake.

it was pretty delish.

natalie took this picture.

she's pretty awesome.}

they are coming to utah...

May 11th.

Club Sound.

STEPHEN KELLOGG AND THE SIXERS.

Who wants to come with me?

let's get out there and add some beauty to the world

"Love makes us instinctively reach out to God and other people."

-Jeffrey R. Holland

I loved spending the whole weekend listening to some wonderful words and feeling inspired to do good.

Life is good. And peace can be found, even when it seems like it has forgotten about us.

Happy belated Easter to you all!

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