This is my Heart. This is my Story to Tell.

So Jenna and I just returned from dinner. Some good old Wendy's. College is good. On the way we listened to this awesome song "Every Heart" by Sara Haze. While I was singing along, listening to the words I decided I wanted to do a blog post about my story according to the lyrics. It'll make sense. Hopefully.

A summer sunburnTwo, maybe three summers ago, I went to Bear Lake with my family and decided to lay out. Without sunscreen. For about 6 hours. Not a good idea. I was fried. I blistered and peeled everywhere. It didn't help that I returned to Bear Lake about 3 days later with my best friends at the time. I have new freckles on my shoulder from this and one day probably skin cancer.                                                         
The smile you earnedThis one is self explanatory I guess. Except someone told me once I had 5 different smiles depending on what I was doing. I don't remember the categories though. I'll have to ask him before he leaves on his mission.

 Stumbles and fallsThe only one I can think of is when I crashed my vespa and got gnarly burns and scratches and still have scars on my hip, elbow, and a huge one on my foot.

The lessons you’ve learnedOh man. The things I've learned. I don't know how to pick this. But I'm thankful for my Education and the chance to go to college and learn lots of new things. And I'm thankful for all the people that have taught me lessons in my life. Teachers, Family, Friends, Neighbors, Church Leaders, everyone.

Choices you’ve madeTo attend Utah State. To sing. To teach myself piano. To love pink. To have big dreams. To be scared of adventures. To hate Chinese food. To be terrified of earthquakes. To dress up. To be a dork. To love little kids. To be in Mom mode. To all the people who've helped me make these choices. 

Your first heartbreakThis one. Hmm.. I'm not sure that I've ever really had a "heartbreak" Yeah, I've been upset about things, Sad when relationships ended and broken when people died but I don't know that its the same. I'll keep you posted on this though. 
                                                                 Getting too old for the batman cape, Simpler times, wanting to flyOh I loved being little! I love little kids. Seriously. Being little was the best ever. Everything was easy and there were no problems, no stress. It was so great.

Mesmerized by Christmas lightsLike most, my favorite memories are around Christmas. We reenact the Nativity fully equipped with costumes, donkeys and dolls every year. Cinnamon and the Grandma Great smoothie. The music. The "Santa present" with our names written on them in Mom's handwriting. Pajamas on the eve. Luminaries on Grandpa's street. The Grinch. And of course the hideous pictures of you on Christmas morning that will haunt you forever.                                                           
A starburst rush, your first real crushBryson Morrow. He was perfect. I was sure I'd marry him. We played kissing tag. He told me he liked my bangs. I thought I was in love with him. I still see his yellow house on 90th in West Jordan and I wonder if he remembers me.                                                                 You’re bit by a dog, a yellow school busI wasn't ever bit by a dog. They loved me too much. But I did grow up with a lot of different dogs. Lucky, Shadow, Ernie, Ozzy, and Fred. I'm a dog lover. But that school bus. I remember waiting at the bus stop around the corner from my house and missing my yellow baby blanket. The bus makes me think of early Elementary School.                                                            Sweet sixteenOh man. I had such a dramatic Sweet sixteen. I had a party in my basement and we watched Never Back Down then Dani and Talmage fought. As my mom would say, "it was me and 30 of my closest friends" but really. That was back when I had friends. Then my dad came down at 11 and yelled at everyone to get out that it was passed my curfew. I was mortified and cried for the first time in about 8 years.                                                         that concert you missedAaron Carter. Aaron. Oh Aaron. Nuff said.
                                                     
Your best friend I had a lot of best friends growing up since I moved all the time. My cousin Jane, Josilyn and Mckay, Kennedy and Alex, Brooke and Abby, Amy Williams, and of course Jenna and Lynds.                                                and your first kissGood times. Two Words Nate Stoven. Rape Kissed. I hated it. Well I loved it then but now I hate it. I like to count it as Jake Olsen, in the cave, after we through glow sticks around, then he hit his head on the ceiling. Love that kid.                                                      
Believing in Santa ClauseThis didn't last very long since my sister found out the truth and she just had to share with me. I actually don't remember a time I did believe. Sad day.                                                             A letter you wrote, A promise you brokeThe only letters I wrote were in Jr. High when it was awesome to write notes and fold them all fancy and write in the cutest handwriting. And when Jenna spelled my name wrong every time. A promise? I can't think of anything big. The biggest would be all those weekends I didn't want to hang out with someone even though I told them I would. Sorry guys. I was full of myself.                                                        

Never forget the hearts that shaped youMy family. My sister more than any. My friends. Jenna. Lynds. Mike. Jake. Peter. Jenna C. Ellen. Taylor. Sarah. Brand. Sariah. Janessa. My teachers. Smith-by far. Sharron Rolfe. Hadfield.                                              The love of your lifeMan, the amount I wish I could tell you. I really do. If I had one wish, I'd want to know who this would be. I can tell you that our wedding will be off the chain, thanks to Pintrest and my obsession with Weddings.                                                                 
The fourth of JulyI never realized how much I love the 4th of July until this year. The Fireworks, Sparklers, Snow Cones, Red White and Blue, I love it. It helped that this year I went to Stadium of Fire and a Bee's game.                                                          The times that you laughed so hard you criedOh my gosh. This is the story of my life. I ALWAYS do this. I love it too. Who doesn't want to laugh hysterically and love it?                                                   The first day of balletDear Mom, I never thanked you for not doing this to me. I'm a terrible dancer and ballet is boring. Thank you. Love, me.                                                       Hardships you’ve facedMy grandma dying. Moving so much. My dad losing his job my Sophomore year. My Grandpa dying. We've all had them. We all learned from them.                                               
It’s the love you lost, the love you made, Makes us who we are todaySo who am I? Lover of kids, pink and life. Hater of Chinese food, Earthquakes and "Food Chompers." Freshman in college. High School Graduate. Obsessed with Weddings and Love. Avid Facebooker, Tweeter, Blogger and Pinner. Love my friends with all my heart. My family is incredible-I'd be lost without them. and incredibly blessed.