remember the summer before my mission when i dated that darlingly perfect boy and thought about staying home to marry him, but went on my mission instead, and he only lasted 5 months then dear janed me?
i won't say i'm still bitter about it, because i'm not. but something about seeing his family, or hearing about his family, just tugs at my heart strings. and i'll be honest, it makes me feel a little bit awkward.
like the time when i was student teaching at oakridge and his little brother was in my class. or the time we went on a 5th grade fieldtrip and his mom was the substitute for our teacher that day. and how she couldn't stop talking about her now happily married son. or the time i ran into the whole family, he and his wife included, at the mormon tab choir concert, then again at the lights on temple square, then again in the lion house bakery. i mean, really. or the time... ok you get the idea.
i have the cutest visiting teaching companion in the universe, and she's become a really good friend recently. she's 18 and i'm 24, but that's fine. hah. the other day we were deep in boy conversation when she revealed that her brother's best friend gets home from his mission this week (last saturday) and how nervous/excited/clueless about it she was feeling. she's had a crush on said boy for years and, well, of course wants something to happen. as the story went on, the details got jucier and i got giddy for her, devising an action plan and figuring out the play-by-play of their reconnection. it's just too perfect not to work out.
of course being girls, we immediately start wedding planning and saying how perfect it will be because of their family's incessant jokes about them getting married, the best friend marrying the little sister idea, his flirting all these years, how beautiful of a couple they would make, etc.
then, it comes to light that the boy this girl and i have been talking about for quite some time now is none other than my pre-mission fling's little brother.
really though, sometimes the world is just way too small. especially when you're mormon.
my liiiiiiiiife.
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