The Love Song.

As many of you know, I am spending the next couple months of my life up in the land Far Far Away, Logan.  My first impressions when I moved up here was (1) how friendly the community was and (2) how great the water tastes.  I decided to make the transition smoother by taking a Freshman Class called Connections.  Connections is designed to introduce the new-be's to the campus and college life.  To be 100% honest, I really didn't care for the class.  It wasn't that I didn't learn a lot, it was just really long (6 hours a day for 4 days).  Another honesty note:  I was extremely homesick the second night I was up here.  After a nice dinner with my lovely mother and a late night phone call, I knew that I would be okay.  Being up here hasn't been easy, but I can already feel the growth in myself.  That morning on my way to Connections, I decided to take the famous, "Aggie Shuttle".  This was exactly what I needed at that moment of this transition.

As I stood in line among other Freshman Aggies, I could see the shuttle coming in the distance.  Many things went through my head as I stood there.  I wondered who I would sit by.  I wondered what we would do that day in class.  My mind simply "wondered".  As the bus pulled up to the sidewalk and the door opened, the first thing I saw was an older man with white hair, black thick glasses and a button nose.  He greeted me with a simple but powerful, "Good Morning."  This is where my mind took a trip.. it "wondered" into a vision of an old man and his wife.

On that day, I don't remember who I sat by.. or even the route we took.  I only remember the joy I felt when I opened my ears to the sound of an old love song.  I could hear the old guy sing along and we proceeded to pick up students.  This is when my mind took a journey into the life of this man.  I imagined him singing to his wife as they dance hand in hand.  I imagined Christmas and a Turkey dinner.  I imagined a love story full of laughter and love.  I imagined them younger and falling in love.  I imagined him picking a flower for her as they held hands in the park.  I imagined an etermal companionship and true happiness.

If someone was watching me that day on the bus, they would have seen my countenance change.  Every time I hear a love story or see  a couple in love, I feel a warmth inside of my heart.  This warmth had the power to change my outlook that day.  I often catch myself thinking about that day on the shuttle.  This experience may not have had an effect on another person as it did on me.  All I know is that I imagine me old with my husband.  I imagine us dancing together in the kitchen and holding hands in the park.  I imagine an eternal love full of laughter and service.  I imagine a love song... and a love story in the making.  This is the story of a girl who hopes there truly is a love story for the shuttle driver.  The story of this girl who longs for her love story to progress into a marvelous fairytale.

This is a good way to picture the Shuttle Driver :)

A Summer to Remember.

School is about to start.  It is crazy how fast it came!  I have noticed that as I have gotten older, my summers all just run together.  When people ask me what I have done this summer I usually respond with the regular, "working my life away."  :)  I do work- but I love my job!! Confession.. I have played this summer too!  If you would like to join me, I am going to give you a taste of a chapter the story of a girl- A Summer to Remember 2012.

A Summer that changed my life with the amazing people and experiences!  I maybe moving on to a new part of my life, but I will cherish this time of it.. forever.

Time-

Quotes.  They seem to help me communicate my words when I don't have any of my own.  This quote touched me this morning.  I realized that I will be moving in about 15 days- Time flies.

I remember as a young girl sneaking through the back fence to go play with my next-door neighbor.

I remember jumping on the trampoline and wishing one day I could just fly.

I remember the night I became an aunt.

I remember how nervous I was for the big transition from elementary to middle school.

I remember loosing my confidence and thinking I wasn't good enough.

I remember the school field trips.

I remember the excitement to progress into high school.

I remember playing sports with the team I love.

I remember getting my driver's license.

I remember driving to the school play and getting hit by a deer.

I remember snowy nights and driving through a ditch after a hard basketball practice.

I remember falling in love, and getting my heart broken.

I remember building myself back up.

I remember those friends that changed me.

I remember the summer, a wonderful summer.

I remember opening up and letting down walls.

I remember being shy and quiet.

I remember saving a life at the swimming pool.

I remember an amazing family that always supported me.

I REMEMBER.  

I cherish those memories.  Time does fly and the fact about "time".. it never stops.  I find myself wishing I could go back and relive some of these "Times" but I know that if I live in the past.. I can't create those memories that I cherish today.  I have had an amazing life so far, with amazing people in it.

I have learned to love in many different ways.

I have learned that people may move away, but the relationships don't have to go away.

I have learned that life changes and we change.

I have learned that I have to grow up and become more independent.

I have learned that I am a loved daughter of God and he has a plan for me.  

I HAVE LEARNED.  

I know that I have hurt people in my life, and I mourn for the hurt I caused them.

I know that I am hard on myself.

I know that I have felt love.

I know that I belong to the only true church.

I know that I am a friend, student, sister, and daughter.

I know that time flies.. but I also know that I determine the path that I take.
  

I know I determine what people and things I pursue in the time I have.

I KNOW.

The story of a girl that REMEMBERS and cherishes the "times".  The story of a girl who is getting ready for yet another transition but has LEARNED to keep moving forward.  I KNOW that I am the girl writing this story and I have to keep learning, loving, and cherishing "my story".