Love. I want it.

There's a funny thing that happens when you grow up...

All the things that never appealed to you sound more inviting than you ever thought they would. Things like kissing and holding hands and staring lovingly into a boys eyes, while he stares back. Things like taking a purse with you everywhere you go, with a wallet full of money and a shiny plastic card. Even things like getting dressed up to go shopping with your girlfriends (getting ready never sounded fun to me..). 

But especially marriage. 

I don't know what about it has suddenly made me want it, but I want it. I want to meet that boy that makes me want to spend every thought on him, every gaze in his direction; every touch from him. I want to do his laundry and make is bed. I want to marry him, and I wanna have the best honeymoon anyone in history has ever had (yeah, that emotion has changed, too). I want him to see me in every aspect of life- and to love me for it. I want him to see me in white, holding a bouquet of flowers, sitting across from me in the temple, sealing us together for time and all eternity. I want to take cheesy wedding pictures with him and I want that "pure happiness" smile girls seem to be wearing everywhere I turn. 

I'll wait 18 months for you, perfect man. Wherever you are, I'll wait. Waiting makes the heart grow fonder. 

... Maybe this one.

Chloe

I've found love in a hopeless place

I've met the sweetest, kindest, most adorable boy while on my trip to Germany. 

I told myself I wasn't going to do that- it made everything too difficult. And I'm serving a mission, j couldn't let myself get distracted. 

But I did. 

His cute smile makes me fill up with joy. The way he says my name makes me weak in the knees. His laugh, his big blue eyes. All of it. The way he's always spilling on himself. Even when he's pulling at my hand at the most inconvenient times. 

It pains me thinking I have to leave him in 4 1/2 weeks, but I know I'll be okay. 

Would you like to meet my mystery man? 

His name is Kalyan. He's blonde and has the most perfect blue eyes. He's German, but only by birth. He's 2 1/2 and my perfect man! 

Love really is in the air. Not just here, but there- for all of us..