Sunday, June 30, 2013

box.

caution: super long and picture-laden post ahead.
you should probably get a snack before reading.

this boy:
i can't tell you how proud i am of him.
was not supposed to send me a package while he was on his mission.
he apparently had other plans.

a few months ago he asked me if he could send me just a really small package.
i promptly said no.
he then proceeded to plead and plead saying it would be really small and that he really wanted to send me something because i was going to send him something.
after a while i realized that i was not going to win this argument,
(and maybe i kinda really wanted a package...)
so i said that he could send me a very small package.

i (very impatiently) waited for my box to come to me all the way from belgium,
and then it finally came.
(the very impatient part comes in when i opened it a week before i was supposed to. oops.)
it did not disappoint.

i talked awhile ago about how i lost my beloved "i am a child of god" ring in a horridly poopy diaper at work. i have been searching for forever for a new ctr ring and just haven't found the right one. finally, i had decided on getting a french ctr ring, or a clb ring. i had one bookmarked on my laptop, all ready to order i just had never actually ordered it. so you can imagine my surprise (and excitement!!) when this was the first thing i saw in my box.
a legit clb ring.
after i settled down a little bit about my ring, i went back to see what else was in the box. this is the next thing i pulled out:
i had no idea what it was. i work with toddlers though, so like my kiddos i decided to put it in my mouth to figure it out. holy hannah, it was delicious. i sat on my bedroom floor eating it with my fingers for a good five minutes. stop judging me. my brother, who recently got home from a mission in germany, freaked out when he saw it because speculoos was something that he used to love when he was in germany. many speculoos sandwiches have, and will, ensue!

when he had asked what i wanted in my box, i had replied that something belgian to wear would be perfect, thinking something like a necklace would be small and easy to ship. he decided otherwise.
don't mind the hair. it's gotten to that point in
 summer where i stop caring and stop doing my hair. oops. 
holy gorgeous scarf. i swear, this man has better fashion sense than i do. i might be wearing this everyday for the next forever. sorry, not sorry. that crazy missionary happens to love it when i wear scarves, so this might have been a little gift to himself. :)

when i took out the scarves, i saw these beauties waiting for me at the bottom of the box:
holy belgian dark chocolate, batman!! as soon as i bit into the praline bar (which is long past gone now) i was pretty sure i would never be able to eat american chocolate again. i'm now a chocolate snob. SO GOOD. 

so that was my amazing box that he sent me for our three year anniversary. three years, folks. i always equate the length of my relationship to a child. if our relationship was a child, it would be three! it would be potty trained, talking, doing things very independently and nowhere near a baby anymore! i sure am glad that that amazing guy of mine has put up with me all this time. (and i really hope he liked his package!)
happy three years, dallin pumpkin.

recent-ness:

-i got to see one of my long lost friends, allison, at church today! she and her family moved away four years ago and stopped by on their way to their next move in california. it was so exciting to see her again.
told you i stopped doing my hair.
-(this happened a couple weeks ago, i just keep forgetting to say it.) when i was up in rexburg, i made all of three friends. (like really good friends.) the last of these friends got his mission call! rochester, new york is getting a good one! jared is the last of those three friends to go on a mission, and while i am so excited for him i am also really dreading going back to rexburg and not having any of my friends there.
we were s'mores for halloween. except we were pretty
dysfunctional on account of our extreme height difference. 
i do not know who is going to eat freshens, watch fantastic mr fox, and talk migraines with me or who will mock me about my extreme love of pajamas.

-my mom was gone this whole last week, which meant there was literally no cooked food in our house. one day, i tried to be domestic and make some potatoes.
that's right, folks. these used to be potatoes.
oops.

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