.sapcitement.

brace yourselves for a sappy one, folks.
i don’t know if i can describe how i felt tonight,

other than that i got really excited to experience

a feeling someday.

and because i can’t describe it,

here’s to those who know how to best

articulate the beat of the heart.

…

“With what unspeakable delight, and what transports of joy swelled by bosom, when I took by the hand, on that night, my beloved Emma, even the wife of my youth, and the choice of my heart. Many were the reverberations of my mind when I contemplated for a moment the many scenes we had been called to pass through, the fatigues and the toils, the sorrows and sufferings, and the joys and consolations, from time to time, which had strewed our paths and crowned our board. Oh, what a commingling of thought filled my mind for the moment, and again she is here even in the seventh trouble—undaunted, firm and unswerving—unchangeable, affectionate Emma.”

- Joseph Smith

"When I look at you, I feel certain of something."

- Mr. Nobley, Austenland

“I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things I do.”

“And... it's a great thing to get what you want. It's a really good thing unless what you thought you wanted wasn't really what you wanted... because what you really wanted you couldn't imagine or you didn't think it was possible but what if someone came along who knew exactly what you wanted without asking they just knew... like they could hear your heart beating or listen to your thoughts and what if they were sure of themselves and they didn't have to take a poll and they loved you... but you hesitated and I... uh... I have to go... I'm sorry but... I have to go!” 
– Kate, Kate and Leopold

“I am yours. Heart and soul, I am yours.”

– Tom Lefroy, Becoming Jane

“As I held her hand and saw mortal life drain from her fingers, I confess I was overcome. Before I married her, she had been the girl of my dreams, to use the words of a song then popular. She was my dear companion for more than two-thirds of a century, my equal before the Lord, really my superior. And now in my old age, she has again become the girl of my dreams.”

– Gordon B. Hinckley

“There is no one better for me, and no one who makes me better.”

– Alyson McKay

"Now at last they were beginning chapter one of the great story no one on earth has ever read, which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."

- C.S. Lewis

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…

it’s just so beautiful to me to see someone so

completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy

with another person.

they can hardly contain the excitement,

or cease the endless praise and compliments.
they know that they and life are better because their significant other is in it,
and when they aren't with them, they wish that they were.

they shout and let it echo from the rooftops,

(“i’m in love, i’m in love, and i don’t care who knows it!”)

or just take and squeeze their sweetheart’s hand cause that says more

about how they feel in the moment than any words could ever express.

oh, how i’m excited for that feeling.

.a dating discovery or dos.

well… be careful what you blog about.

or else you might get

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i

x

dates in one week.

boy, i’m exhausted/exhausted of boys.

my level of intrigue with each suitor is another story,

but more importantly,
it has been a learning experience for this date-o-phobe.

i wouldn’t say i’m completely cured,

but i have realized that:

dating is a discovery process.

you discover things and attributes that you like,

and others you may not care for so much.

dating is validating.

you realize there are better people you can move on to,

or better people worth holding out for.

dating should be selfless.

as the asker on a date, you may be sacrificing your monies.

as the askee, you may feel like the only way to get through the night

is to treat it like a charity case (bless their hearts)

but as the asker or the askee,

it’s important to be generous with our time and attention.

it doesn’t matter if you have the best night ever

but we can do our best to make sure our date has one heck of a swell time.

the good news is,
is that eventually there will be mutual

discovery, validation, and selflessness

that will result in a best night ever

with many more best nights to come.

really, we've got a lot to look forward to my single folks.

 .dating mantra decor.

.cheer on.

one of my absolutely most favoritest tv shows is “the voice”
not only are contestants chosen based off the pure talent of their pipes
instead of their “image” as an artist,

but there is just something so magical to watch beyond just the performances.
last week, i caught myself with goosebumps while watching miss holly henry.
( proceed to watch the musical magic below please and thank you ⇣ )

sheesh… needless to say, that voice of an angel has been on replay the past week.
but did you see her cute brother crying?

did you feel the urge to fist pump in the air when blake hit his button after 5 seconds?
did your fist pump turn into jumping up and down like a hooligan

when ceelo and adam finally turned around as she hit those high notes?

were you biting your nails just waiting for christina to come to her senses?
and then when she did, were you filled with sweet and utter euphoric joy that all 4

coaches would be honored to have her grace their team?

did i mention her cute brother crying?

goodness gracious heavens to betsy.

those 5 minutes always send me on an emotional roller coaster.

but why? i mean, like i said, the performance was amazing

but i think there’s more to it than that.

there’s power
there’s chills

there’s love

there’s support

there’s altruism

there’s spirituality

in being the cheerleader.

it’s inspiring to see others and want with every fiber of your being

for them to be successful.

to do their very best and beyond.

i think part of the magic of that show

is that we each get to be the cheerleader too.

we’re right up there with the family and coaches crossing our fingers

jumping up and down, and mentally wishing they’ll hit all the right notes.

and when they do? we keep cheering even louder.

oh, how i wish i could always cheer for others

like that sweet little boy cheers for his sister.

i think everyone needs a cheerleader.

a high-five after every test.
a treat after a long day.

a trophy for exercising off the treat. (heh)

a note letting someone know they are more than they think.

a standing ovation for every soul who keeps goin when the goin gets tough.

i hope one day i can have sore hands from high-fives and clapping
a tired voice from hip hip hooray-ing

be broke from buying treats and trophies

and have arthritis from writing bajillions of notes.

truly, three cheers and a toast to you, my friends.

ra ra ra.

go get your pom poms, people.