I know I swore it would never happen, but...
I'm getting married!!!!
I know, shocking. I promised myself it wouldn't happen this soon, but as much as I don't want to admit it, Shelton was right. Shelton, aka the satanic chemistry teacher at Timpview as well as the 2nd counselor in Janel, Danielle, and Becca's ward's bishopric, won the bet. At the Senior Honors Night right before graduation he looked me in the eye and prophesied menacingly, "Give it two years and you'll be in the my ward."
Well, what can I say? Things just move so fast here at BYU! I only met him last week but we really are in love and I can't stop thinking about him and I love him and he loves me and we love each other and we know we were positively destined for each other. He is the One. So what if I only lasted a mere eleven months. If it's right, it's right. And if it's love, it's love. And he's just nine years older than me and there's no need to freak out because--let's be honest--age doesn't matter in the eternities, does it.
Now, we haven't set a date or figured out what temple we're getting married in or what our colors are or where we're registered, so please don't ask yet. (I'm sure we'll have that all figured out by next week, though.)
Carrot cake, anyone?