I hope for you often

It's amazing to me the difference I find after I've read that email from the sweet man I love so very dearly! I know you're all sick of me gushing about him and I care very little. Last nights installation was "I'm glad you're having fun with marriage :) it's a very very good thing :)" That's TWO very's :) He is the reason I add smiley faces to everything now. I was NEVER that way before and now I can't even sign my name without wanting to add the happiness that comes with everything. Oh I am so aware that I am a gushy gushy girl, but I had a delicious dream too! Coming in a moment. Last week we were talking about my friends getting married and how I was going shopping with the bride. I just get so excited when I think of doing that for our wedding! Ahh It's such a fun feeling. And that could very easily be my life! Okay so my Dream. Last night I went to bed a bit later than usual, but I accomplished every needful thing and I never go to bed particularly promptly on Sunday nights, but I digress. In the dream I was going to pick him up at the airport. I made a sign (which is something I've thought about a lot over the past year, silly, I know) that said "Today I've loved you for (insert number here) days" and I was wearing a purple sun dress with my hair just so and the beaming smile I couldn't contain. I searched for his face in the crowd and the anticipation was killing me! People were stopping to smile at my sign and all of the sudden, there he was. With his nerdy glasses and big smile. He walked to me with deliberate steps, stopped just in front of me, dropped all his bags as I jumped into his arms. (If this isn't enough of a scene straight out of a romantic comedy for you then there is no hope) he spun me around and we laughed and held each other for long after our onlookers had gone. We caused quite a stir in the arrivals area that's for sure. And I woke up aching for him. 5:00 am and a wide awake Sabrina feeling so empty as the next four months threaten to eat me alive. Four more months, I can do it! I can do it! I can email and write and be supportive and hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope! It'll fly by, these dreams are a blessing and a curse. More blessing than curse, that's for sure :) Till next time and my silly hopelessly romantic self!

I ain't missin' you at all.. Except that's a lie

This morning I had the most amazing experience. I went to a ward and sat in the hallway. I tried to listen over the noise those sweet kids sitting in the foyer were making and that was basically a losing battle, but I knew I needed to be there. And as I was pulling my phone out to while away the hour a voice that I know so very well came over the speaker and soothed my troubled heart. My sweet friends Daniel and Sam Sanders got up to bear their testimonies. I haven't seen them since Thomas left. And since the very first time I met Daniel he has been nothing but a marvelous friend to me. The one that hugs me regardless of time crunch or circumstance. The first time I met Sam was about 6 months after I met Daniel and we were at a ward barbecue and I was giving her the third degree. I wanted to know where she was from, what her life was like, which languages she spoke and she answered every question with poise and laughter. Her last name was Smiley at the time and boy that fit her so well. I used to be this vibrant person that made connections like those. I miss that girl. I miss the connections I used to make. I can be that woman again. I will be that woman again. I just need to stop being so stressed and crazy. I have so much more to give than what I have been. I think I'll be better from now on. Starting tonight I'll go to ward prayer and actually talk to someone. Tomorrow for FHE I'll chat with Lindsay and Wendy and get to know them. I'll show my visiting teachees that I really love them. It will be grand and I'll have the love for those around me. I needed this wake up call. I want to be that woman again. I miss my people, I'll be better. 

The doctor.

I went to the doctor today, I really have hopes that he'll be able to help me, but today was basically a formality of "drink more water" "I drink two liters per day" "eat more salt, like saltine crackers" "I eat saltines frequently" "stand up slowly" "umm what?" So until we get the test results back, we don't really know anything other than the fact that I have really really really low blood pressure. They tested it a lot of times and by the end the M.A. Stopped telling me what it was because I could feel it dropping and he could see the discouraging numbers. It's not very reassuring when the medical professional looks worried. Yeah well, this is why I'm here. 

I have hope that we'll get to the bottom of this! In two days time the labs will come back! Then we'll proceed from there, pardon me while I stand up slowly to go eat saltines. Silly things. 

"We haven't seen you in awhile"

My bishop said those words to me as I walked into sacrament meeting today. Yeah well, it was on purpose and I really wish I wasn't here today either. I don't hate my ward, they are just so far away from where I want to be that's it's hard to be around them. Speaking of, I'm in sacrament meeting right now and a kid got up and turned a disability into a characteristic of being from the University of Utah (BYU's rival school) and now I don't want to be here anymore. I understand good school rivalry, but sacrament meeting is not the time nor the place to make your feelings on that subject known. 

I have been going to other wards each week for the sake of simply avoiding situations like those. I just wish that sacred things would be kept sacred and cavalier things would be kept cavalier. The lines on those two things shouldn't cross in my opinion. I know I am not the humblest of person when it comes to that, but I wish that more people were aware of that line. Especially in Provo! The temple is not a quiet place and that's what really gets me. I know that to be peaceful it doesn't have to be complete silence, but when I can hear every word you're saying about that football game from three rows away, you're talking too loud. I'm not being very understanding or forgiving today. I need to work on that. I went to visit Tiffany barker this morning and she welcomed me in with opened arms and chatted like we were old friends. We have only known each other for five months and yet, she treats me like I have been around for her whole life. I feel more often than not that she is the one teaching me, she adds these things to my lessons that show me that it's not about me, it's about her and the hope that she feels loved. I wish my visiting teachers would come. 

There's my rant about things. 

I love the church even if I don't love my ward, I know it's true. 

Dreams. Of ALL kinds.

My dreams when I'm asleep are of Devon. My dreams when I'm awake are of Devon. It's funny how your subconscious works. I went to sleep thinking about him and yearning for him to be here last night and woke up this morning from a dream where a different man had proposed to me with the biggest gaudiest ring I've ever seen. And yet, it was missing a diamond because he said he knew I didn't like big diamonds. So there was just a hole in the center where the diamond would have gone and Devon was in the crowd when I was proposed to by this stranger. He just looked sad, destroyed even. And I just wished with all my might to change it, that it would be my Devon on one knee in front of me willing us to spend the rest of eternity together. I know I'm supposed to live in the present, but for now, my present starts in 5 months. 

I know whoever reads this probably gets sick of me writing about this Devon boy. He hasn't been here for the past 20 months, but he'll be back! Soon! Soon! Soon! It gives me something to hold on to when I am alone. I can't even begin to tell you the hours of prayers and thoughts I have had to help me hope for that blessed day five months from now. 

For today I still have five months to make myself better, to be fitter, to pray harder, to learn more, to make more money, to touch more lives and to give others the chance to touch mine. 

I have a lot of goals this year and I am looking forward to make each of those happen. I can make it happen with the help of Christ who strengthens me. 

I realized it

I had a realization today, it's Devon. It always has been, and I know it's naive of me to think it always will be, but I know it will. I was watching psych with Dallin (my first love in high school who recently moved to my area and we reconnected) this afternoon and I looked over at him at one point and ached for him to be Devon. Don't get me wrong, I love our friendship and it's so nice to have my friend back in my life, but he's no Devon and knowing that has sent me into a tailspin of missing that sweet man who made me feel frail and gentle like I needed to be taken care of, not domineered over. Who thinks he's so clever the thousandth time he sings our song in my ear, but what I wouldn't trade now to hear his low husky voice as he sings. I don't want anyone else. I want Devon. He is everything I wish that I could be and I know he will love me forever if I let him. He is fun and keeps the romance alive. He is straightforward and doesn't worry about hurting my feelings because he knows I can take it and I know when I've had enough and to draw the line. He loves country music, Kenney Chesney anyway. He makes a mean chocolate chip cookie. He knows the importance of companionship. He knows a hug can change your whole day. When things work out like I hope they do I hope he reads this and laughs at how little I knew him now. There's so much more to learn and we've got plenty of growing to do together. Four months, three weeks. That's it. It's going to be the quickest and longest of my life. I have some major soul searching to do before then and I hope most of it involves him. Pray for me, I've never wanted anything so badly in my life. 

Tomorrow is the day.

It's been two weeks since I've heard from Devon which is quite irregular and with recent events in my life has made things rather hard to bear. Tomorrow is his email day. What kind of person doesn't write back when you tell them someone incredibly close to you has had a stroke? I hope and pray that he sees how much I need him. Now, more than ever. I keep hoping for some magical fix. Almost as though all of the sudden I will have a best friend who actually wants to be mine, I'll have a man who loves me, a home to live in without roommates, a car that runs and a job I love. Thankfully I have a job I love, now I've just got to get that raise so I can afford to live by myself and get the rest of my ducks in a row. It's a constant dilemma, let me just tell you. I know my problems are nothing compared to others, but they're mine. 

I feel bad that I didn't/haven't gone on a mission. My justification has always been that I didn't want to go, I wanted to get married and start my family. Those have always been the desires of my heart so what am I to do if that doesn't come to pass? I know I'm young, but it has never felt more real than it does right this moment. Dallin Beus came back from his mission and is moving to Provo tomorrow, we always talked about how I would be married long before he came home. Now that I'm not, what do we do with that? I mean obviously we are much different people than those goofy 16 year olds we were back then. But who knows, we could fall back into something because it's comfortable. I don't want comfortable, I want exciting and something that stretches me to be a better and more loving person. I am not the girl I was back then, thank goodness. I'd like to think I've come a long way. 

I don't know why I felt compelled to write this. 

Devon, I hope I hear from you tomorrow, you mean the world to me. Through everything, I always come back to you.