I get cranky when I loose arrows. The reason I loose arrows is because I miss the target, of course. Someday I will be able to hit the target on a regular basis. And maybe hit the target in the place I want to.
Today we went out to the outdoors, since Dillon had a day off of work. And, of course, we shot our bows. Out of the eight-ten shots, I missed four, which is pretty terrible. I blame the wind.
The good news is, I did eventually find all my arrows.
We also drove up to a trail, and hiked it. But there was snow. And it was really cold. How did it end up being winter already?
You know what the best thing about today was? I’ve known Dillon Hoyt for a year now. A year ago, it was Sunday, and Dillon bore his testimony in my single’s ward. It was his first time at church, and he wore a brown suit. He said he liked school in his testimony. He was a very recently returned missionary too. And I thought, “Hey, this guy’s pretty cool.” So I was daring and talked to him after sacrament meeting, something I didn’t usually do. Talk to guys, that is. But I talked to him. We talked about his mission–I remember talking about him being in the Andes and learning a little Quechua, and then his last area in Chincha where there had been an earthquake and did a lot of service. I distinctly remember our first conversation.
I thought that he was about the best guy in the ward at that point. I didn’t really care about the rest of them.
And do you know what he thought? That I was tall and had really short hair. Which I did.
He was also glad I talked to him, so he didn’t feel alone that day in his new ward.
It’s been a very eventful year together. I held hands for the first time. Kissed for the first time. Had a boyfriend for the first time. Got engaged for the first time. And got married too. I moved out of my parent’s house for the first time, graduated from college, and started working instead of going to school. Lots of changes–but lots of good things.
And Dillon, I love you. You’ve totally made this year worth it.