Grateful

In two and a half weeks I will be Mrs. Jeffry Nielson...

Say it with me now darlings, it will be my name for a very long time (for forever in fact.)

Last night Jeff and I had our final temple recommend interview with Bishop Wilker. We discussed our ring ceremony and made plans...

Until Jeff got me worried that the reason why we hadn't received a letter from the temple yet (apparently we were supposed to get one weeks ago after we scheduled the date) was that there was a glitch somewhere and our temple date wasn't set after all...enter the panicking and flashing red lights of my brain. (Never fear darlings, I called the temple this morning and all is well. For some reason the letters just never got to us.)

However, in a side note, we got back to the new apartment where I was dropping Jeff off (he moved into OUR place on Saturday...but it won't officially be OUR place until November 20...its been tough to not have him right down the stairs from me.) We sat in my car for a while and Jeff told me where he believed the turning point of our relationship was for him- the point where he decided we would be more than friends. I was surprised to hear that his turning point was earlier than mine. Then, we both tried to remember when he told me he loved me for the first time (Jeff will tell you that I said it first, but I wrote it first...so technically it doesn't count as saying it first.) We laughed because neither of us could remember at first. We remembered when I said (wrote) it for the first time, but we couldn't think of when he did...

My brain went back to a day I'd been thinking about all day...my favorite Jeff memory. In this memory we were just sitting in my car, neither of us wanting to go in...and Jeff was holding me in his arms and I felt pure love, and then it dawned on me why it was my favorite memory...because that was the first night he told me he loved me. He was stroking my hair and we were looking out of my dirty windshield at the night sky and he whispered it in my ear. I told him I loved him too...no bells, no whistles, no fireworks, but there was pure love...and we just sat there, holding eachother, afraid to let go because we didn't want the moment to be over...

I had another moment like that last night with my Mr. Nielson. He held me and we talked about why we love eachother, and why there were no words to describe the deep affection and respect that we have...and how frustrating that is.

I am seriously the luckiest girl on the planet!

He loves me, he wouldn't change a thing, he wants me to be happy and successful in whatever I decide to do, he is supportive, sweet, gracious, kind, and generous...the list could go on and on...

for the record, I wouldn't change a thing about him either. I am so grateful that we have a similar sense of humour, I am so lucky that he and I can laugh about stupid things like movie quotes, and that we can make fun of ourselves.

In short- he is easy to love...and I do love him...so much.

On Sunday we were both sick. Even though we were sick, we still tried to take care of each other. I wonder if being sick makes you closer to the spirit, because Sunday I felt closer to the spirit and Jeff at the same time. I could feel a new level of respect and love grow between us...we both cried because of the magnitude of what we were feeling (he was a little more sneaky than I was in the crying department, but he did admit that when I wasn't looking there were tears being shed.) It was the type of love that takes over, you feel warm from head to toe, and your heart is so full all you can do is cry because its about to overflow.

I am so grateful for this wonderful man who has chosen me to be his eternal companion. I am looking forward to finding new reasons to love him everyday, and to the opportunities to help him see how amazing he is every day.

Jeffry I love you, thank you for being wonderful.

Hugs and loves until next time.