here we are.

My day consisted of
-Waking up late of course. The only reason why I woke up 15 minutes before sacrament meeting started is because Jesus gently shook me NO JOKE. I am not being blasphemous.
-Running to Jon's church. Sitting through fast and testimony meeting, listening to Jon and his mother bare theirs. Really touching, really sad, tons of tears.
-Walking out of the church and seeing someone trying to slice Jon's tires. Uh, wtf? Do you REALLY want to mess with a future marine? Jon chased after them and banged on the window but the guy wouldn't stop so he bottomed out his brand new BMW and Jon threw his keys at the back of his car as hard as he could from ten feet away.
-Family party with fun conversation and fun food. The old ladies from his ward love me, Mrs. Moody told me that she hopes things work out with Jonathan and I. I told her I did too. We ended the party with all saying something to Jon. What we thought about him, what we wished for him, etc...
I said (after saying "I'll try not to make this too personal...") "I think that you are one of the strongest people I have ever met. Mentally and physically. And as you go into the Marines, I know that you aren't going to do anything but excel. You're going to make it to the very top."
-He asked for a blessing from one of the men, then him, his mother and brother were on their way. They went to the recruiting office, then went down to the Radisson to check him it at the hotel. I help cleaned up the house, then laid on their couch for awhile before having a panic attack then drove to my dads and chilled out a bit...I went back as soon as he got home. We jumped on the tramp with his brother (laughed so hard) then watched the golden compass. I did not fall asleep, Jon did, but I could still not tell you what that movie is about. Figure that one out. We then ate left overs, then went to Albertson's for milk. When we got back, we watched a really cool movie. Men in the Quarom of the Seventy that are war veterans were talking about how being in the military is going to affect us. What to do and expect, and what not to do. Finally, we decided it was ready to go. So he bid farewell to his family while i waited in the car. On the way down, we laughed and talked. It was light hearted. Then we hung out in the lobby for a bit. He finally walked me to my car and we said goodbye. We were teary eyed but it was pretty easy. We hugged a lot, and kissed a lot. And flirted and laughed. I really love that kid, he makes me so happy. Even when I should be sad. Then I drove away. And he stood there and waved. And watched me drive away. And when he was out of my sight, I started to cry. And I cried the whole way home. The shameless kind of cry with your hand over your mouth and your eyes wide. Shocked and upset with yourself that you're crying to hard, and scared about being at the point where you have a reason to cry that hard.
It was a good day. I'm home now. Wearing his "American by Birth, Marines by Choice" shirt (haha), going through all my texts trying to save the cutest ones. Which is an impossible task, seeing as how we're the most embarrassingly cute couple ever. Our texts to each other are quite ridiculous.
"Hey gorgeous"
"I miss you."
"I miss you more."
"I can NOT wait to see you !!"
Random "I love you"'s in the middle of the day, middle of a normal conversation. Eeeee thinking about him makes me happy.
Even given the circumstances. Crazy? Yes.
Natural? Very.