Blessed

On some days, no matter how many wonderful things are in my life, I still miss that someone who gives hugs like nobody else ever will be able to.

Someone who planned her schedule so she could talk to me on the phone every day on the way home from class.

Someone who always knew what boys I should and shouldn’t date, but didn’t tell me until I asked.

Who knew that Charles Dickens was the best author, and hot tamales were the best candy.

And that the best way to fold socks is to spread them all over the living room floor while watching a movie.

Someone who knew about the art of love, and patience, and Sweet and Sour Chicken.

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Seven months down, who knows how many years to go.

But it’s okay. Because so many people and things have been making me happy lately. Such as:

Going to the temple (Mt. Timp, because the Provo one is closed practically until the Second Coming)

This man who makes me laugh and lets me cry and stays up way too late with me.

My family, who knows the importance of joking around, and putting an inner tube underneath you on the pool slide so your swimsuit doesn't rip.

Hanging out with the roommates who are in Provo right now, and talking on the phone to the ones who aren't.

Creative writing classes that teach me I'm only allowed four exclamation marks in my entire poetic career, and how to appreciate flowers. Specifically, the beautiful rose garden in my Grandma's yard.

And peaceful visits to a quiet graveyard where I think how lucky I am to have spent almost 20 whole years of my life with this wonderful lady.

I'm so blessed.