beach.

Yesterday, I was at the beach with my boyfriend. Today, I was back at work.

Reality sucks.

Friday morning I woke up early (for me) and got ready. I was like a kid.

Super excited. Drove 3.5 hours to the beach.

Did a little shopping. Well, I supervised and didn't buy a thing.

Ate seafood. Watched movies. Sat on the beach.

Saturday morning, we went to the beach.

I was dragged into the water. But I didnt mind. I had a cute guy by my side.

Saw jellyfish, stingray, and crabs. Pretty awesome.

After lunch, Jonathan took me up in the plane.

It was the first time he had taken me flying, and I absolutely loved it.

We flew along the coastline and he even let me fly the plane.

That night, we went to his cousin's wedding on the beach.

To top the day off, Mississippi State won their season opener and Ole Miss lost.

Sunday, Jonathan left on a plane back to Memphis, I left on a plane back to Forest.

We are always going in opposite directions it seems like.

But I do love the time I got to spend with him this weekend.

The beach is my favorite place in the world, and I'm so glad I was there with him.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

hurry up.

Only two days separating me from the beach and the boyfriend.

I'm so ready.

WEEKEND, HURRY UP!

grandmother.

To you, this is just a picture.
But to me, this is a picture of my grandmother.
She was beautiful, loving, and often times, demanding.
I give her all the credit for turning me into a girly girl.
Dresses, bows, you name it and she made sure that's all I wore.
Looking back, I remember so much yet so little about her.
I remember going with her to the beauty shop every Friday.
I remember her cooking spaghetti for me because she knew it was my favorite.
I remember her playing with my hair until I fell asleep.
I did my homework with her, she was a perfectionist.
Her favorite hobby was cleaning.
When I was ten, she started getting sick. Often.
As I left her house one afternoon, I remember telling her 'bye'
And making sure she knew I loved her.
The next day, she was in ICU.
She never came home.
I hate the fact that I was never able to go in and see her one last time.
I hate the fact that she was gone too soon.
Often times I wonder what she would think of me now.
Would she be proud of me?
I think about her so much, even though she has been gone eleven years.
When people see me they say, "You were Nancy's granddaughter.
You look just like her."
It's so hard to hear that. Even now.
I wish she could have seen me grow up.
I wish I could remember more about her.
I know how much my grandfather loved her. He adored her.
I think that as I've grown older, and realized what an important
person I lost at such a young age, it has made me never take life for granted.
You are given every day to make a difference in someone else's life or even your own.
Never take a day with the people you love the most for granted.
Goodbyes are hard, life changing.
But they make you think, about life.
I'm so lucky to have had a wonderful grandmother that loved me.
I'm blessed.

birthday.

This weekend was a milestone in my life.

I turned 21.

Does it feel any different? No way.

I got to spend my birthday weekend in Memphis with the greatest guy in the world.

Despite the long drive, it was well worth it.

Friday was the beginning of the great weekend.

The weekend included:

• i hop
• watching girly movies ( The Last Song )
• birthday cake milkshakes
• shopping
• greasy but amazing food
• Beale Street
• Mud Island and the greatest museum ever

I had the best weekend ever.

I give the boyfriend full credit for that.

I know that it could have been just another day,

but he made sure it was amazing.

I'm so lucky and now that I'm back home, I realize that.

I wouldn't have changed a thing about my birthday.

It was perfect.

celebration.

I mentioned in my previous post that I could not wait until the weekend.

Well, now the weekend is over and reality kicks in once again.

However, this weekend was pretty great.

Thursday: I had dinner with my mom and one of my best friends.

Picked up my boyfriend from the airport, and realized how much

I had missed him. (which was ALOT)

Friday: I had lunch with the boyfriend at a little restaurant in town.

We made salsa together (better luck next time).

And then we went out for my birthday with my parents, sister and

her boyfriend, my aunt and uncle.

Saturday: I worked. Long day. Rude patients. That's the drill.

After work, we went out to dinner again to celebrate my parent's

anniversary and my grandfather's birthday.

Sunday: I went to church.

Did a little shopping.

Worked. Bad bad bad.

And the boyfriend left. (worst part of the whole weekend)

Needless to say, this weekend was full of celebration.

Isn't he cute?

I have the biggest crush on my own boyfriend.
I never stop smiling the whole time he is home.
It's like I'm a kid all over again.
I absolutely love this feeling.

I'm hoping that this week passes by quickly. (fingers crossed)

Not only will I be turning 21 this coming up weekend,

but I will also be making a trip to Memphis.

AND, I am painting my room.

Goodbye pink room.

Now there's something to celebrate.

countdown.

Today is my sweet grandfather's birthday, he's 82.

Today is also my parents wedding anniversary.

It has been a pretty great day, cupcakes and all.

The next few days will go by so slowly.

But I am looking forward to quite a few things:

1) the boyfriend will be coming home, finally.

2) my birthday celebration begins friday.

a day full of family, boyfriend, and one of my favorite restaurants.

3) work? wait, that doesn't count.

4) did i mention that my boyfriend is coming home?

that's what i'm most excited for.

i'm smiling just thinking about it.

......

Weekend please hurry up!

I'm counting down.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

video.

Everytime I need a good laugh, I watch this.
It gets me every time. Love it!