I might as well just accept that I am not a very consistent blogger. But it's okay, because I'm pretty sure no one really reads my blog anyways! Anyways...back to the story I started over a month ago. Summer and Ken.
One of the best, most defining weekends, was over the 4th of July. We got to spend five days in a row together, and it was awesome. We went boating, drove up to Jackson Hole, ate a lot of good food, watched movies, visited his dad, and had a lot of quality conversation on the long drives back and forth.
It was at this point when I knew I was totally in love. And it was mutual. Right before he drove back down to Provo, he told me that he loved me. I couldn't have been more thrilled. I couldn't stop smiling as I said it back to him.
I thought the worst part was saying goodbye, but a few days later I realized an even more depressing thought...the next opportunity we would have to spend five whole days together would be over Thanksgiving...and that seemed forever away.
One of the best, most defining weekends, was over the 4th of July. We got to spend five days in a row together, and it was awesome. We went boating, drove up to Jackson Hole, ate a lot of good food, watched movies, visited his dad, and had a lot of quality conversation on the long drives back and forth.
It was at this point when I knew I was totally in love. And it was mutual. Right before he drove back down to Provo, he told me that he loved me. I couldn't have been more thrilled. I couldn't stop smiling as I said it back to him.
I thought the worst part was saying goodbye, but a few days later I realized an even more depressing thought...the next opportunity we would have to spend five whole days together would be over Thanksgiving...and that seemed forever away.
Just so you know...I CONSISTENTLY read your blog ;) I love this...such good times! I love hearing this story again, since the last time was on our temple run after the trip!
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