An Update

I've been told I need to blog about "it" so everyone can know what's going on. I can't speak for cameron, but I'm 99% sure he feels the same way.

Here are my thoughts about my RM, Cameron.

I am absolutely obsessed with him.

His voice. his smile. his laugh. his arms. his attitude. his goals. his taste. his smell. and so much more.

His mission stories are absolutely amazing. 

In the past week he has taught me so much about the gospel and  I am so grateful to have him home. 

Sunday was his homecoming talk. I'd never been to a homecoming before. I'm glad my first was his. His did a fantastic job. I was thoroughly impressed (but not surprised). I was so grateful to have such wonderful people attend to support him, including some of my favorite people in the world. 

Thank you Val, Susan & Mark, Kristin & Gabe, and Diane & Paul, for coming to support him. 

It meant the world to me. 

We spent all of last week attached at the hip. This week is a bit different. It's the last week before the election AND I'm back at school. I don't like this whole "being apart thing." You'd think after two years, a day or so would be cake. Ya, not so much. 

Cameron and I had some very serious conversations last week. Not bad conversions in any way or shape...just serious. We have a plan and are really going to do this. Come this spring, we'll be making a trip to the SLC temple. 

Stay tuned for some exciting things to come.

Sometimes we will be having a conversation about "us" and Cameron will start crying. Not because he is sad, but because he is so happy. This is a new trait and I love it. He is so sweet and so caring. 

On the way home on friday I literally thought to myself, "It's friday and I still haven't written Cameron." Then I laughed and remembered I was just at his house. 

In case you were worried, he's not weird at all. He is perfectly himself, with a few bonuses. We've had couples prayers and pray before meals. We have temple date nights and he shows me cool things in the scriptures. But there is no weirdness at all. We had our (second) first kiss less than a half hour after he was released. He's totally himself with some amazing additions. 

I am completely proud to call him mine and so happy to have him home. He served a honorable full-time mission and came back an even more amazing man than he left (I didn't even think that was possible). He brings out the best in me and we always have a great time together. 

I am so grateful he asked me to wait and I am so very happy I did. He was so worth the wait. It was hard and a lot of times I wanted to move on and not be "waiting for a missionary" anymore. But after the last week, knowing what I know now I would do it 10 times over. Two years is nothing when it means I get to spend eternity with this man. He will be the best husband and father, and his mission has had a lot to do with that. I love when he says "on my mission." 

I have friends that are waiting for missionaries...my advice? Don't give up. No matter what. Those boys you loved enough to agree to wait for are even better men when the come home. Support them and love them and keep going. Two years flies, I promise.

The last thing I need to say is thank you. Thank you for all the support and love you have given me these past two years. Thank you for putting up with my whiney-ness and my endless missionary stories. I am so grateful for the people in my life and their support. So truly, thank you.

These past two years have been amazing...and I have no doubt the next step in my life and our relationship will be even better. 

In Case You Were Wondering... A Run Down of Last Week

Cameron came home one week ago today.

I woke up at 5:45 the morning he came home and was a mess from that moment on. 

I did my hair, watched tv, went to walmart, cleaned my car, did my makeup, did my hair, got my nails done, watched his flight on delta.com, put ribbons in the yard, and STILL had to wait an hour at the airport. 

I held tightly to my posters (s/o to Kristin) until he made his way down the escalator. 

There he was. Real as can be. 

He hugged his mom for close to five minutes. I stood there ready to puke. 

Then it was my turn. Just as he was about to put his arms around me his punk-little brother Chris tackled him. I died. It was absolutely hilarious. They hugged it out THEN it really was my turn. He held me sweetly. All I could manage to say was "you're so real." 

He smelled the same. He laughed the same. He smiled the same.

The rest of the airport scene is a bit of a blur. 

We got his luggage, took lots of pictures, and made our way to lunch. 

Lunch was awkward. There was too many people. I was too nervous to eat and too nervous to talk. I sat there feeling sick. Going back to his house was the same. He wasn't released so we still couldn't be alone. I sat and listened to him tell stories trying not to jump him for a smooch. 

He met with the stake president at 6. I sat with his family in the SP's living room and waited patiently. 15 or 20 minutes later the deed was done. Cameron was honorably released. We all shook hands then walked outside. Cameron and I decided to go for a drive. He opened my door and took off his missionary tag. 

He grabbed my hand and held tightly as I drove us around WJ.

We talked and talked. We somehow ended up at the JR temple then drove to his house.

We spent another half hour or so sitting in my car, in the dark, in front of his house talking.

"Should we go in?" I asked.

"Ya...I guess." 

"Do you want to kiss?"

"Very much."

Then he sweetly grabbed my face and gave me a kiss. A second First Kiss. 

A perfectly awkward first kiss. And then another. and another. 

Then we went inside and spent the rest of the night in each other's arms talking and kissing. 

The next day we took a trip to Tibble Fork lake in AF canyon. It had snowed the night before and was gorgeous. Cameron had a hard time breathing with the altitude, my poor PA boy. But other than that, it was perfect. We talked and talked and talked. I even managed to sneak in a couple pictures. Then we drove the alpine loop down the canyon and headed home. 

We had spaghetti for lunch then got dressed and went to the temple. 

We held hands and pretended we were a married couple. 

It probably was believable until we went down to the font :)

Sim in the temple in white was perfect. He confirmed me then baptized me. He spoke with the temple workers about his mission and beamed when I finally came out of the ladies dressing room. 

We held hands out of the temple and he opened my door. I convinced him to go to menchies and he fell in love. He loved his yogurt.

We'll be going to mechies again here soon. 

We drove back to cameron's home and mitch and jordan came over. They brought good laughs. I loved seeing Cam smile and joke like old times. 

They left, and we spent the rest of the night together.

That Thursday Cameron and Chris had a doctor's apt. and I drove and just hung out. 

Cameron and I also went to (early) vote. I love that man. He knows his stuff. I love it. 

Friday I returned to work and had cameron with drawls all day. As soon as I clocked out I raced to his house, heart pounding, excited to see him. He got a phone and we went to dinner at the cheesecake factory (my favorite). Our 'first' date. We head hands and shared noodles and oreo cheesecake. 

We make a good pair. We laughed and talked. I took pictures of him and he teased me. 

Saturday we had dinner with my parents. My mom made a fantastic dinner. Cameron was nervous, but after a few minutes he calmed down. He told mission stories (his stalker is my personal favorite) and my parents teased each other. We talked about our coming-soon maui trip (17 days!) It was so fun to spend time with my parents and my boyfriend. We have so much fun together. 

The rest of the night cameron wrote his homecoming talk and I watched.

It was blissfully perfect.