A year ago this Saturday we were practically engaged.
This year our relationship (Brenden) has matured significantly.
A year ago this Memorial day weekend, Brenden was meeting my family for the first time.
This year I'll be camping with his family in 30 degree weather... and it'll be nice to turn the TV off.
A year ago I didn't celebrate my birthday because I was still in completely-selfless (not weird or awkward) mode.
This year, my birthday became quite the adventure.
A year ago, a week before that, I got home from serving a mission in Maceio, Brasil.
I also met Brenden. That didn't seem so important at the time.
This year--I still can't stop thinking about it...
(My mission... not Brenden... oh come on, you know what I mean.)
How I miss my mission. It brings me to tears every time I think about it. (Well, not right now-- it would just seem silly if I were bawling next to my computer while typing this little sentence!) I dream about those people every single night and am wishing that this year I was there with them, celebrating all the wonderful changes that have happened this last year.
Maybe we'll be together the next.
Here's hoping.