The Way We Show Love

Yesterday was Valentine's Day, and fortunately, I had a lot of errands to run on campus. I loved walking through all of the festivities for the day! I saw the can-your-valentine booth set up by the Food Science Club, the personalized icing on heart-shaped cookies done by Sugar and Spice, and my very favorite: the long long line of men at Campus Craft and Floral.

I love seeing how people love each other.

I saw dozens of girls with roses and tulips and daisies

and lots of guys with flowers in-hand on the way to deliver.

I saw two people with balloons tied to their back-packs,

and the most unusual way I saw someone share love: a guy picking his girlfriend's zit. However you want to show it... I guess it works!

Brooke from work made her husband breakfast in bed, and Bianca from work woke up to a trail of rose petals and a fiance at the end.

Kate from the dietetics program came home to a bouquet of flowers from her man, and Renee from the dietetics program made pizza with her new husband.

And mine came at 4:40 am, in the picture, and in a virtual date. A perfect beginning, and a perfect ending.

Happy. Really happy Valentine's.

The Newest BYU Dietetic Intern

I had a dream last night that I opened my letter to notify me of acceptance/rejection to the BYU DI, but the wording was so vague that I couldn't tell if I had been accepted or not! I must have had this dream six or seven times last night, and every time I was left hanging. I couldn't read the names of the accepted applicants either because of a huge smudge. So I was wide awake at 4:00 AM this morning, ansy to open a real live letter.

And today, at 5:06 PM, I opened my letter, in reality, and I was ACCEPTED! I didn't think I would ever grow up to live through this day! But I did. I lived it. And now, I'm saying hello to another Fall, Winter, and Spring at Brigham Young University. And what's more, I get to see Jake Heaps rock another football season!

Hello BYU. I guess I never really said goodbye, and now I won't have to for another year and a half.