Update on my life...

I was just thinking that y'all may have started to wonder why I stopped telling you about my love life in detail. I guess I decided that, well, I just didn't feel like sharing it all. That being said. Things are fantastic! I mean, I guess as fantastic as they can be with almost 3500 miles between us (driving, not as the crow flies). There are definitely moments where I loathe the distance. And times when I freak out and want to end it all.  (those don't last very long, I really like this boy!)

The most ridiculous part is that it's only been just over 2 weeks since we saw each other. There have been many, many text messages, and lots of phone calls as we've figured out how to work the time difference. Sometimes this means that He texts me before 8am, or I text him after midnight my time (2am his time) More often than not we end up talking after 10 my time. Luckily for me, I live in Alaska, the land of the midnight sun, so at 10 pm, i can go to the beach and walk while I talk to him. I really like waking up to text messages from him. More often especially lately it's something along the lines of "Good morning, beautiful."(If you'd like, insert mushy story about when he first told me I was beautiful here).

Yesterday was a little stressful. I'm worried about the future, and what plans I should be making for myself, but I don't want to close doors, you know? Anyway. So I was stressed out, and then, I got a text from the boy telling me he was at the hospital with his oldest brother. I was so worried for him. Not so much physically, but how he was doing, you know? It was another few hours before I heard how his brother was doing. He hit his head in a fall while hiking, and was bad off in the ICU. With brain swelling and all that bad kind of stuff. The short version of this story is that the boy spent all nigh with his brother, sleeping only 3 hours. But before he went to bed, he called me. And  he told me about his day. and he just let it all out. And he cried. I don't do well with crying boys. I tell you, if I had been in the same state as that hospital, I would have gotten in my car and gone and just held his hand, all night.

Today was better, his brother is better, getting out of ICU tomorrow or Sunday. I'm less stressed, deciding that if I can't control it or do anything about it today I won't worry about it, and realizing that Heavenly Father hasn't let me down before, He's not going to start now. We talked for a while tonight. He told me about his previous... the girl who broke his heart. He actually didn't tell me anything I didn't know, but if he feels better about it, that's what matters.

He told me he loved me, and I pushed down the sick feeling in my stomach and I asked him if he was in love with me. (Brave!) He said he was in love with me a little bit. Then eh said 'no, more than a little bit. a lot a bit." and I said "well that's convenient because I'm a lot a bit in love with you too." Then later he said something about loving me and I said "and someday we're going to have to figure out what we're going to do about that." to which he responded "I was trying to wait till you were back in Utah again." Oh boy. So there we have it. I just said Ok.

So that's the story. for now. Just so you know,  If I were counting, I could tell you that there are 43ish days before I get to Utah. But who's counting?