August 2010. I had been single for a year. I was not interested in dating anyone. I wanted to go to BYU and just focus on school, nothing else. My roommate Aimee was getting married and having a luncheon. I have to admit, I did not want to go. I thought it would be perfectly fine for me to just show up at the reception, but I finally felt that I should go and be supportive.

I was sitting with our other roommates, Winona and Kendra, as well as Aimee's two youngest sisters. He walked over, introduced himself as Aimee's cousin, and sat down. He was wearing an awesome green tie. A great conversation ensued, headed primarily by Winona. Apparently, she and the cousin had met at a New Year's party the previous year at Aimee's house. They caught up and then she introduced both Kendra and myself. As we started talking, he mentioned he was going to school at BYU in the fall. I wasn't going to say anything, but Winona immediately jumped in and said that I would be at BYU, also. Not thinking anything of it, I started telling him some of my history - I loved musical theatre, but would be majoring in Early Childhood Education. He told me that he also loved music and dance, and had done some theatre in high school and always wanted to do more. I just smiled and continued eating my pasta.

After the luncheon, we went our separate ways only to gather again that evening for the reception. Cousin was in attendance. Aimee looked beautiful. There was a slideshow going of pictures of her and her husband, and a couple of her included us roommates. It suddenly got very emotional and very real. Me being me, I started to cry. Aimee's cousin had been conversing with us, noticed my tears, and offered me his handkerchief. I accepted, though I didn't use it because I knew I would get mascara on it and that would not be flattering. We took some pictures, gave our final hugs and were on our way out the door when I was stopped. He said he would be interested in hanging out sometime, especially since I was new to Provo - he could be a friend and take me around. I agreed, gave him my number, and followed my roommates out the door.

(I have been laughed at a lot for that. Apparently I was completely oblivious to what was going on.)

The next week came. The cousin called me for a date, and I returned home with a good friend. I was so pleased with how the date had gone and hoped for a second. Luckily, I knew I wasn't going to have to wait long since we were already planning a second date the next weekend.

So, the cousin became a friend. The friend became a good friend. And that good friend became my Best Friend.

But that was just the beginning...

My Best Friend and I had many adventures. We would go out on weekly dates, and in between said dates we had school, work, and marvelous days and nights spent hanging out and getting to know each other. Sometimes it was hard, but it was always great. We realized that we are so similar on so many aspects. We grew up in similar families with similar backgrounds. We like the same activities and can quote the same movies.



We talked. We sang. We played games. We watched movies. We went to the park. We built forts. We traveled. We walked. We explored. We danced. And we came to Love.



"I have nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I know is I love you. ...Nashelle... Will you marry me?"


... Silly readers. Do you really need to ask? Of course I said "Yes!"

I kissed him and he pulled the ring out of his pocket. He stood up and put it on my finger.

It was beautiful. It was simple. It was perfect.

The perfect start to our forever. The perfect start to our fairy tale.

Wow. Have I ever mentioned how AWESOME my Best Friend is?!

Cuz... he is.

Wednesday night I was sick beyond all sickiness. I collapsed. Literally. It sucked.

The worst part was knowing I was supposed to make 2 dozen cupcakes for preschool the next day and prep for my Interactive Literature activity.

Needless to say, I was very stressed.

Best Friend, being nothing less than an angel, came in to save the day.

He baked 2 dozen cupcakes for me. He prepped my lesson materials. He gave me drugs, helped me walk to the bathroom when I was sick, and held my hand while I was in pain.

Wow.

He seriously saved me. He saved me emotionally, physically, and mentally. He made sure everything I needed or wanted was taken care of. And he didn't once complain or mention how busy he is with other things and how much this would put him out. Not once. --Even after the already super stressful and emotional day we'd had. I mean, we had a rough day. Really rough. And he still was so amazing.

My Best Friend IS my Daily Miracle. And I am so grateful to him.

I love you, Daniel Jackson. I love you.

Yup. That's right. "Publicly".

Signing out.
Me.

P.S. This was supposed to be posted on 3/24. I know it's 3/25... but that's ok. I'll catch you up later. ;)

So... I realized why I've been so gosh-darn emotional this week (and last week... and the week before... haha... oops)

Actually, there are multiple reasons:

1. Hormonal imbalance. I'm not saying anything more and we are quickly moving on.

2. There are only three weeks left in the semester and although I feel as though I'm doing well in all of my classes (I even found out I got an A in my preschool class that was first block), it's still stressful and nerve-wracking. Finals could kill anyone.

3. Best Friend is stressed. And heck. I don't blame him. This is a big semester for him.

4. There is a lot of stress on the pair of us.

5. I feel as though I am not in control of anything. Not one single thing. My schooling is mapped out for me until I die. Actually, until I fill out an application for an internship. But even then, someone else will decide if I get it or not and then based on that decision, I already have two options completely lined out further. Also. I've been applying for jobs left and right and though I finally got one interview, I'm not sure how it will go. I don't feel in control of my emotions or my finances or my schooling. I know I am, and if I'm not then God is, but I feel very helpless right now. Kind of like the water in the picture - inexorably being drawn down by gravity. It may not be a bad thing - the pools are gorgeous - but I have no control over it. It's a little bit scary, to be honest.

6. Apparently I need to vent occasionally. I don't like doing that because I cry a lot and feel bad about subjecting the other person to that kind of torture. Unfortunately, it needs to happen. And soon.

7. I am worried about a couple of my friends. I won't say anything super specific, but I know that a couple of my friends that I consider myself to be very close to are hurting and struggling right now. And I can't do anything about it. That sucks. I'm constantly worried about them and want to help them, but there is no help to come from me. I wish there was. Unfortunately, all I can do is smile and be supportive and let them know I'm there for them no matter what or when or where or anything.

8. I am SO RIDICULOUSLY happy in my life. That means I am going to be attacked. I am doing what I'm supposed to and trying to listen to the Spirit and so I am being attacked. I hate it. It doesn't seem fair sometimes. But perseverance wins out in the end, right? I'm sure it does. It has before. Isaiah 41:10.

9. I am extremely blessed. This I am very aware of. It is so cool. I am reminded daily. And that would make anyone emotional. :)

*sigh*

It's time for me to be normal again. Well... 'normal' as I am. Haha.

Signing out.
Me.

Have you ever experienced the feeling when you want to say something really really bad, but know you shouldn't?

Strangely enough, this has been happening frequently lately.

I've had to have my mind-filter turned on constantly and I'm not sure why. But it's making me uncomfortable.

Basically, I want to write something negative on this post. Just because I'm kind of grouchy and want to vent.
However, I know I shouldn't because I don't want to spread negative feelings.
But maybe I should so they aren't pent up inside.
Plus I'm sure I could get some good advice for an attitude adjustment.
But I don't want advice on an attitude adjustment.
I don't have a problem.
I just want to express myself in a way that is probably not entirely socially appropriate.
Like yelling and screaming and running across campus and crying and laughing and being all over hysterical.

There used to be a name for this.

My roommates and I called it an Emotion Break-down.

These were typically held on Tuesdays. They were lots of fun. Anything went. It was great.

But today is Wednesday.

I wonder if they would mind if I changed the rules for just one day.

I've already put my homework off by blogging. Surely it would be ok to put it off a little more by relieving some emotional stress.

Right?

Hmmm.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Signing out.
Me.

This weekend, was a weekend of awesome. Yup.

It started Friday night with my Best Friend and I going to his family party in Salt Lake. We got to go talk with his aunts and uncles and a couple of his cousins. It was a great time. The best part, though? Best Friend's parents were there! He got to see them for the first time since December (and he was soooo excited), and I got to meet them for the first time! I loved it. It was so much fun being able to talk with them and meet them after hearing so much about them. YAY!

Saturday morning, Best Friend and I drove out to Vernal. That afternoon, my mom permed my hair. It turned out really nice and I'm glad I did it. Best Friend commented that it wasn't as stinky as he thought it would be, for which he was grateful. Ha. That night, we went to watch Sister #1 in the Scarlet Pimpernel at the high school. She was the director of the pre-show and I thought it was great. She combined Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Star Wars to make a great skit. It was awesome. Very creative. I was very proud. Then we watched the musical. Sister #1 was awesome. She is just the coolest thing ever. Basically.

(Also, I found out my dad made my mom fill out a bracket for March Madness. She said that BYU and Temple would battle it out for the final two cuz their names are the coolest. Unfortunately, Temple lost in double-overtime. Lame! But BYU won, so it was ok.)

Sunday we went to church with the fam and went to nursery with mom. That was great. So funny.

We watched movies, and slept, and ate dinner, and drove home. We had a great drive and talked about lots of stuff.

Weekend. Awesome. The end.

Yay!

Signing out.
Me.

My miracle today? Family. Wow. What a blessing they are.

Even other people's families. The power of the family is so much more than I thought or imagined.

And MAN am I ever grateful for that. I need my family. They are my world.

Family.

Signing out.
Me.

My Best Friend said to me the other day, "I need more real magic in my life."

He had been having a rough morning, and so I instantly began brainstorming how I could cheer him up and help him have a little more magic in his life. So I thought, well, first I have to figure out what magic is and where it comes from!


Idea One: Disney Magic
but it was the second thing that came to mind
when I thought about magic.

Disney has a lot of magic in their movies. It
can be used for good or evil, but is a very
real part of the lives of the characters involved
in the story. And of course, good always wins
over evil in the end.

Something that I think is really cool about magic
in Disney is that it isn't just for one person. I 
mean, there may only be one wizard or whatever,
but they share their magic with everyone they 
are in contact with. Magic is for everyone.







Who doesn't love Love? I mean seriously? The gift of love and the gift to love is simply incredible. It is such a powerful emotion that can seem to control the lives of those it touches.

Love magic isn't just for a spouse or family member. It can be for anyone - friends, children, or even someone you've seen on the news that lost their home and family. Love is to be shared with all those around us in what ever ways we can share. It is beautiful and precious. It is what draws us closer to God and to others just like us.

I know I find love to be very magical.








Magic is all around us. It is daily. It is simple. It is exquisite and beautiful. It is available to everyone.

Magic is Happiness.