Please excuse me for being tragically behind on blogging.

It's been a real treat to be alive lately. Overwhelming and wonderful and scary and a million other words, all at once.


Here's a few simple updates for you.


Valentine's day was fully of love love love. Working, new watches, my favorite restaurant, guitar serenading, movie, and lots of gush.

21 years ago today, my life completely changed. And I had no idea.

21 years ago, the best thing to ever happen to me, was born.


Randy, thank you for being the sweetest, kindest, funniest, smartest, most Christ-like person I have ever met.

Thank you for giving me years of Chili's dates, guitar singing, backstage kisses, notes in class, shopping trips, dances I'll always remember, endless movie nights, Fro-Yo runs, letters across the ocean, singing in the car, hundreds of pictures, and a love to last a lifetime.




Anybody who knows Randy knows how absolutely wonderful he is. He has a heart that is pure gold.
Randy, thanks for letting me love you. Happy birthday my wonderful fiance!

And happy Wednesday everyone!

I've been hearing it all week..."I hate Valentine's Day."

People are entitled to their opinion. But...

I love this holiday!

And you should too!

What better chance do we have to tell all the people in our lives, just how much they mean to us.

I'll be honest, Valentine's Day was hard when Randy was on his mission. I wanted someone to send me flowers and take me out to dinner and hold my hand. But it also taught me that all kinds of love are important, and people need to know that you matter to them!

So I have so many people that I should shout-out to and tell them how much they mean to me. I don't have time to do that, and you don't have time to read it, so here's my love letter to all of my dear friends on this lovey-dovey day.

To my lovely friends,

Thank you for supporting me, loving me, letting me be crazy and random and emotional. Thank you for showing me what friendship means. As you get older, it's easy for friendships to fall apart, and it becomes obvious very quickly who your true friends are. Thank you for being there as I've figured out who will stick around. You mean the world to me.

To my family,

I lucked out, and got the best family known to man. Thank you for supporting me as I'm planning a wedding, loving me when I'm a pain, and always being ready to talk and listen. You all inspire me and make me want to be better. I am so happy I get to spend eternity playing Boggle and eating caramel corn with you all!

And to the love of my life,
Randy, every little girl wants to marry the prince and live happily ever after. Thank you for making every fairy tale, real. It's a different type of fairy tale, neither of us are perfect and there are times we seriously drive each other crazy, but the best part of the fairy tale is that in spite of all of that, we stay together. You once said to me, "I love you for a million reasons, but I know I want to marry you because I love your ugly. I love the parts of you that nobody else gets to see, the vulnerable and sad, hurt, and upset parts." Thank you for showing me what love really is.


Now enough sap, excuse me as I finish my work day looking at my new watch, and getting ready for date night in the city!






Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Spread the love.

So I'm a little behind blogging. I've been a little busy, getting engaged! Oops:)

SO here's the story. 100% unedited, ready for you to read. It's a good one, super sappy, but super perfect. I'm going to tell my side of the story, and then Randy is actually going to type up his side of the story in a cute he said/she said. We're thinking of moving my blog to a platform where we can both post regularly, so let me know what you think about that!

Ok, here we go:)

She says: Randy and I had been seriously talking about getting married for a few weeks now. We'd been praying, going to the temple, spending time together and apart to figure out if it was right. And we both came to the conclusion that we were crazy about each other, and wanted to get married. It was the right decision. We went and looked at engagement rings and I pointed out several that I liked, and told Randy to make the final decision and surprise me. I was waiting, and waiting, and waiting, for him to propose. I knew he'd gone and talked to my dad, but I wasn't sure if he had the ring, or when he was going to pop the question. I would bug him about it every day, whining and wondering when it was going to happen. He was stubborn and wouldn't tell me a thing! Which is good because i would've been upset if he'd spoiled the surprise. Randy told me he was going to do grand gestures and crazy dates for the next few weeks so I would never knew when it was actually coming.

So Monday, February 2nd, my roommate and best friend Rachel texted me and asked if we could go get cheesecake in Salt Lake that night. We had both had a rough weekend, and she said she wanted to go have a girls night out. Randy had told me a few days earlier he was working Monday night, so I said of course! I came home after class and got all dolled up for our night out. We drove to Salt Lake and jammed to our favorite tunes. I was a little suspicious at first, but Randy was texting me from work, and Rachel had been in no rush to leave, and I figured if Randy was proposing he'd want me at a spot at a certain time.

We went and got our cheesecake, it was delightful.

I didn't even want to honor this topic with a post, but as I was listening to conference talks this morning, this one came on. I couldn't not share.

Lord, Is It I?



Here's to being a little less judgmental and a little more understanding, kind, and loving.


There are so many bigger problems than leggings. Like members feeling left out, looked down on, and inadequate.

I have opinions about modesty. But to me, modesty is about the way you live your life. And living a modest life includes respecting yourself and those around you, but most importantly, loving your Heavenly Father.

You shouldn't choose your clothes based on who might be looking at you, but based on your desire to prove to God, every single day, that you love him and you'll do what he asks you to do.

That also means you shouldn't tell other people what to wear because you know best. Everyone has a very personal relationship with God. Let them talk to him about what to wear.

Instead, we should all focus on ourselves, and on showing others that God loves them.

When others feel the love of God, they're more likely to listen to his guidance and counsel, right?

So let's be done with the posts that are pulling people down, let's be done arguing over what not to wear.