it's sunday night. again.

source.

sneaky peeky!

we're madly in love.

and we also love Brock J-R Kryton.

he's great.

A Plan.

The Lord knows what He's doing, doesn't He? 

He knows how to counteract a terrible day (see previous post..) with a fantastic one.

He knows how to turn Mondays into good days.

He knows when to give you the afternoon off so you can have a missionary-ish experience with a friend you never would have expected.

He knows when to relocate a roommate to give you your own personal space. 

He knows when to bring a letter to you, just when you need something uplifting.

He knows when you need a friend to come and chat.

He knows when to have that friend leave so you can talk about serious matters with your fiance.

He opens doors. He lets light shine in when and where it's needed. He delivers the Spirit. He calms nerves. 

He provides a way.

Always.

Wedding update:

Engagement pictures are done. I'll post some when I get them.

I bought a wedding dress. It's to die for.

I planned out my invitations today with my wonderful cousin Mandy.

122 days to go.

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call me crazy.

call me weak or wimpy or wussy.

call me a crybaby.

call me unbelievable.

but every. single. time. i watch him walk away from me.

every. single. time. i hear that stupidly loud honda accord start up.

every. single. time. i see him drive down the street.

my heart breaks a little bit.

i sit down and bawl.

say i'm tender hearted.

say i should be stronger.

say i have it good, and that i shouldn't be upset.

anyway you put it.

i'm madly in love.

and i hate the fact that i have to face another week.

another exam.

another bus ride.

another lonely meal.

without him.

i'm having a really hard time with this whole separation thing. every monday i wish up and wish it was friday. every friday i wake up and realize that it is, indeed, friday, and that he's coming to see me. and every sunday i wake up and realize he's leaving today. it's an emotional rollercoaster. and i hate it. i hate feeling so alone. 

i'll be okay. i always am. but sunday nights are my worst.

fml.

Now we have mice in our house. In the heating ducts or whatever they're called.

Go ahead. Ask me how much I love my house.

Really.

I dare you.