miss emma.

i love this boy who is serving the Lord in bolivia.

if taking over the stock market or dominating the legal world doesn't work out for him, he should definitely pick up cosmetology.

he has quite the talent for cutting his own hair, don't you think?

in high school, he asked me to cut his hair because he was sick of paying someone else to do it and he didn't think it could be that hard.

so he got on his knees in my bathroom and i stood behind him and gingerly started trimming his hair and then i got over-confident with my snipping and sliced his right ear.

he swiftly clenched my hand and removed the scissors from it and that was the end of my hair-cutting days.

such a shame too. i think i could have been good at it with some practice. 

i picked him up from the airport one late night last winter in salt lake.

i drove his car down and then he drove us back.

he was craving a taco bell bean and cheese burrito no onions and a steak quesadilla and a wild cherry pepsi as usual, and proceeded north on the 15.

( for those of you who are unaware, provo, where we lived, is an hour south of salt lake )

we drove north down the 15 for about 20 minutes, searching for a taco bell.

we finally found one, he got his food, and we got back on the freeway, heading home.

after about 40 minutes, we realized that we were still going north.

it was now past midnight and we had no idea where we were or how we could have mistaken north for south, but we did.

it took us about 2 hours to get home to provo.

and neither of us cared much, because in that acura tsx it was just me and him and his taco bell and that was all that mattered.

and we were happy.

 

can't wait til june 2010 when he comes back.

and then my heart will be a little less broken and my life filled with a lot more laughter.