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Be still my soul

Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance

I'll spin you around won't let you fall down

Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet

Give it a try, it'll be alright

The room's hush hush and now's our moment.

Take it in, feel it all and hold it

Eyes on you, eyes on me.

We're doing this right.

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love

Spotlight's shining it's all about us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt

But it's all about us

Suddenly I'm feeling brave

Don't know what's got into me

Why I feel this way

Can we dance, real slow?

Can I hold you, real close?

Do you hear that love? they're playing our song

Do you think we're ready? Oh I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

03/24/2012

Haha.

Just because this is scrumptious.

if love is blind, why do I see you so clearly now?

To tell you the truth, I'm getting a little sick of reading poems and interpreting them technically. Maybe I shouldn't be an English major? I have no idea. Speech therapy is hanging out in the back on my mind recently, who knows why, really. I'm getting a little over my head in classes; I'm on my tiptoes jumping every so often to get a little bit of oxygen.

Time for a YAY list!

Skylar and his African stud power.
Mike and his Texan stud power.
Eating frozen yogurt and chatting with Chris. What an encouraging aura!
Malissa Snow. (Just for being adorable.)
Tikla and Austin. (Just for being awesome and owning a yellow truck.)
Institute choir!
The Pearl of Great Price!
Busy, full, happy, learning-rich days!
Murph, Jago, and Slim, for being, even from a distance, the best friends EVER!
Sis. Weaver calling me her cousin today. Haha!
The Muppets!
Good grades, I think!
Nerts with Andrew. (Just for keeping me sane.)
Gwams and Hempa and Chester and the child-like spirit in our home!
New wood flooring coming soon!
The guy who's stitching up my guitar as I type. <3
Karin Stewart for having the best stories and laugh!
My photography lovin' mom and bird lovin' dad
and their love for each other. :)
My little giggle-fest with Starr!
More than enough. :)
Mike and his Texan stud power.
Skylar and his African stud power.

We're gonna make it now

I keep holding out for what I don't know

And I can't imagine two worlds spinning apart,
Come together eventually
And when we finally meet I'll know it's right
I'll be at the end of my restless road
But this journey, it was worth the fight
To be with you

And when you're standing here in front of me
That's when I know that God does exist
cuz he will have answered every single prayer
To be with you
Just to be with you.

Mr. Darcy

"I believe you thought her rather pretty at one time.''
"Yes,'' replied Darcy, who could contain himself no longer, "but that was only when I first knew her, for it is many months since I have considered her as one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance.''
:)

Guilty pleasure: Westlife

Thank you for the memories
we haven't made yet.
You've always been a part of me
even before we met.

Thank you in advance for the love you give me
I've had a glance of the good life
You'll be there when nobody believes me
I've gone through it all in my mind
I can see me looking at you
At the start of the day for all my life

Thank you for the best times,
thank you for the journey.

...try to grow as much as he will while he is gone.

Skylar is the coolest person in the world.
The End.

Tubing with a Snowish kind of man

Ster the Goob

Hi Mike.

Hi Tori.

Haha, I like this one.

Wha?

:)

:D

Look at that face. :)

:)

:)

<3

It's the voice that whispers my name, it's the kiss without any shame; something beautiful.

What an awesome break it's been! I have done nothing. Just smiled a lot. Like right now. There's this weird smile that I can't seem to get rid of. The more I think about it, the bigger it gets. I kind of like this smile. My heart is pretty happy right now. It was so awesome to hear from Skylar on Christmas! What an incredible spirit he has. I love him so much. His example is stellar and hearing his voice was scrumptious. ;) I can't wait to see Skylar again. I feel overwhelmed with the blessings I've been given. It's too much happiness to bear. :) I could thank my Heavenly Father all day and still never finish expressing how I feel. I love His presence in my life and appreciate all the little things that make up my ear-to-ear grin. :D I'm pretty sure this was the best Boxing Day/December 26th ever.

Mike's getting his cute little wisdom teeth out tomorrow.
Do you think he'll still be wiser than me?

;)

Night!

Love, love, love this book.

I am so in love with life right now!

Thought I'd spread the love with a few quotes from the best book ever written. Good eatin'. 

“Hush Hattie!" I said, intoxicated with my success. "I don't want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan't marry the prince." I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and called out into the night, "I shan't marry the prince." I turned back into the hall and ran to Char and threw my arms about his neck. "I shan't marry you." I kissed his cheek. He was safe from me.”
― Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted

"Would you favor me with a dance?" Over all the others I was his choice! I curtsied, and he took my hand. Our hands knew each other. Char looked at me, startled. "Have we met before, Lady?"

― Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted

He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering--all at once.

― Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted

“Do you like to slide?" His voice was eager.
Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. "No, Majesty. I'm terrrified of heights."
Oh." His poite tone had returned.
....
I wish I could enjoy it. This fear of heights is an affliction."
He nodded, a show of sympathy but not much interest. I was losing him.
Especially," I added, "as I've grown taller.”
― Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted

My baby!

Sitting with Kronk.

Sitting on Kronk. :)

Every day is the start of something beautiful.

          “Faucet! Get help! Malissa is unwell!”
           My British accent resonated from the top story of the playhouse built with my daddy’s two strong hands. “Faucet”, or my little brother Reece, leapt in response for the umpteenth time. He ran around looking for doctors and medicines in the old-fashioned world we imagined in our humble backyard. Reece ran down the steep mountain of a hill, dug out of the middle of our yard. At the bottom of the dip was a fire pit dug out of the ground by my daddy’s two strong hands. The hill was perfect for sledding come winter and perfect for rolling down in the summer. Reece ran back up to the playhouse dodging the baby pine tree that went up barely past his six-year-old head. Panting from the lengthy journey, he bitterly explained that there were no doctors available at this time of night. The two of us honed our nursing skills and managed to care of the sickly stuffed doll all on our own.
            Several years later, I had the opportunity to revisit this most beloved childhood home. I felt bubbly and nostalgic as I pulled into the driveway of the familiar light brick house. There were a few things different already. The door had been repainted and the numbers were flashier. No one was home so I couldn’t look inside, but I didn’t really care about the interior anyway. I just wanted to see the backyard again. To roll down the steep hill and climb to the highest point of the lookout tower of the playhouse. I wanted to cut down the pine tree and decorate it for Christmas.
            I pushed the side gate open and heard a familiar creak. What I saw shocked me. It was as if someone had put my backyard in the dryer. Everything was smaller and less-grandeur than I had remembered. The “mountain” for sledding and rolling was more of a gradual decline in the lawn. The pond was mostly rocks with a puddle of water and the enormous playhouse was misshapen and not nearly as high as it had once been.  The pine tree, which I expected would be even taller by now, was even after the years, still much smaller than I remembered.
            I sat on the “front porch” of the playhouse and ran my hand along the rough wood crafted and lovingly built by my dad. I couldn’t help but silently cry as I remembered the magic and peace it had brought to my early years.

Remember Nerts? Here's an update:

We've played 12 games.

Andrew: 5

Tori: 7

Ha.

Let me riddle you a ditty...

I’m sitting where we talked last night

trying to capture the feelings I felt 

on paper

without tainting his light;

I’m not doing it justice.

His features illuminated by the dim light

of a fish tank.

I turn to his face, scrunched up,

and investigating 

just like a little boy I almost laugh

it's so adorable.

I try to let the emotions resurface

that I associate with the intense brown eyes,

the light pouring out of him,

The words, “because I care so much about you”

sealed with an adamant gaze.

In my humble opinion, the two most wonderful guys on this planet.

Immortal Daddy

To a child, a dad is a hero.

No one else's quite compares.

However, this view won't always last 

and if it does, it's rare.

Children grow and begin to see,

Dad is not all they believed him to be.

He becomes mortal, with flaws and fears

they've maybe now seen him shed a few tears.

And yet, I seemed to have skipped the stage

when dads are supposed to mold,

for mine has always been stronger than all!

My daddy could never be old.

His aging only increases my faith

in the things he's taught and endured;

his love for the gospel, Scythians, and birds

all experiences from which I've learned.

My fingernails dig into my hand,

when he arm-wrestles Skylar, or Reece

My daddy is immortal, I'm sure of it,

so I pray that he stays in one piece.

He will never fail! He will never die!

He will be our family's anchor and lead our battle cry!

I cry 

for all my weaknesses, 

the many times I've let him down

the times I've stayed in-the-box

and disgraced the name Brown.

Except for a humble, broken, heart 

I don't have much to offer.

How did one as proud as I 

deserve such a father?

I've grown to know, a Heavenly Father, 

who's glory will never cease to be.

He's left me with you for a while,

with great plans I can't yet see.

As life paces forward,

through trial and ease,

I strive to earn a place above,

with my eternal daddies.