Saying "I Do"?!

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My boyfriend, Dane and I enjoy giving each other little gifts every once in a while, especially on our month markers in our relationship (coming up on 15 official months!). Towards the beginning of our relationship, Dane was a bit timid, trying to figure the whole girlfriend thing out, as I am his first. He knew how much of a girly girl I am and how I adore stuffed animals, so for about our third "montheversary" he decided to make me a Build-a-Bear. He is so thoughtful that way. Although in doing so, he got really proud of himself and thought he was on a roll and such and decided that while he was there he would dress up the pink Hello Kitty in some sort of dress. He knew that being a girly girl, I always wear lacy dresses, so he just thought he would prove how much he paid attention to the things I am interested in and present it in something so irresistibly cute. He is just such a good guy. So the day came where we were to exchange our gifts. Previously, I had given him a comic style booklet of all the things we had done together so far with a Tropical Smoothie gift card, but that has a story of its own behind it! That same month, he, from the very beginning trying to accentuate his excellent gift giving skills, bought me a web cam since I had displayed an interest in making YouTube videos; along with a handmade heart shaped cut out box of chocolate kisses. So sweet. The next month I gave him a variety of different candies with a poem using each type of candy in it to describe him. (for example: nerds, because he is a nerd; smarties, because he is smart; a snickers, because he makes me laugh; etc.) That month he gave me a homemade comic book of our adventures similar to the one I had made, showing off that he remembers all of the memories we had shared as well. The third month comes though...and, three months is a fairly long time for a high school relationship, but I was still trying to stay on the less personal side of things while we were still getting to know each other; so this month I was going to give him a cute little card with two young children kissing on the front and a nice shirt from a store he likes since he was about to start school. We exchanged gifts and I am just glowing at the sight of a Build-a-Bear box. First, I opened a Barnes and Nobles gift card-he knew how much of a book fanatic I am. Inside the bulky white box was the pink Hello Kitty wearing that lacy dress I was telling you about. It's true that I am a fan of white lacy things, but this stuffed animal was in a white lacy dress, with a white lacy veil, holding a bouquet of flowers...a very familiar stereotypical bridal outfit. His mom was there that day as well and she was quite stunned to say the least. I was sure that he had simply made a mistake and just giggled quietly. Dane grew more and more nervous the quieter his mother and I became. He is quite the nervous person as it is. He hadn't the faintest idea that my Hello Kitty represented a bride, implying a wedding. When his mom finally brought herself to tell him this...I have never seen him so red. Since then, our gifts have gradually become more personal as our relationship has grown stronger and we get closer and learn more about each other. That Hello Kitty though, may have been an ice breaker, despite how embarrassing and slightly uncomfortable it most definitely was at the time. I think his hesitation and nervousness has died away since then, considering now we are wearing promise rings. <3 xoxox <3 oxoxo <3 xoxox <3 oxoxo <3

I Am...

A daughter of a crazy mother and a hard working stepfather, a sister, the oldest of five, a small leaf on my family's wide spread tree, mixed into a blended family of cousins galore from southern to sophisticated.
A friend to many that are old or young and shy or outgoing, advice giver and taker, a listener and speaker, a defender and a peacemaker, a student of caring teachers who is ready to drink up all of the wisdom they have to offer, a young performer under the direction of an inspiring director who aspires to make it to Broadway against her mother's will.
A girlfriend going steady with the same person I have adored for almost a year and a half and will continue to be infatuated with until my hair turns grey and my teeth fall out, a hopeless romantic always trying to surprise him with creative little gifts, a secret veil of insecurity that he may tire of me since I am younger, a sigh of relief more like a gust of wind knowing that he is a child at heart.
Warm things of all kinds, hot tea green or fruity, hot coffe black or with cream, hot chocolate with big marshmallows not whipped cream, whether the weather permits it or not, warm stoves and ovens I love to cook and fill my stomach and teh tummies of others with warm foods, warm candles in autumn with warm homey spicy smells, warm blankets on my cold feet, warm sweaters that devour my skinny body, warm sun on my freckly face, warm showers that last so long that the steam makes our fire alarms go off, warm camp fires with warm gooey s'mores in the summer or winter, warm belly of my beagle on my lap, warm little bodies of my restless brothers and sister who climb up into my bed, warm spotlight on my heavily made up face and my extra warm body in a not so comfortable costume, but most of all warm hearted people who fill my days with warm hearted smiles and their warm hearted ways.
Pink and glitter, fluffy and girly, smiley and colorful, feminine and lacy, cozy and sweet, wardrobe from dresses and sparkly shoes to sweaters and knit boots, lady like and elegant but not afraid to be my eccentric self, the love of bonding with girlfriends but intrigued by the conversations of my male friends.
An early bird and a night owl, a bird watcher and admirer, someone who cares way too much and yet not at all about what others think of me, a woman of faith, a child of God, a believer of miracles, a nonbeliever of coincidences.
Health concious, a sweet tooth for ice cream, a sweet tooth for fruit, knowledge about what my body needs and how it functions, unsure of my appearance until I step onto a stage.
Pale freckly skin, all skin and bone, all legs, long fingers and toes, big lips, almond shaped blue grey eyes, jealous of my sister's large saucer sized blue eyes.
A loud singing voice, a loud laugh, a vast imagination, a yearning to be bilingual and to let my second language take me across the globe, a small town girl who appreciates the little things and would rather be on a horse than in a cab.
Seventeen years young, trying to make decisions, nervous for my boyfriend to go back to school, trying to set an example for my sibilngs, giving others advice I should be following, learning something new everyday, trying to make a difference in someone's life before I pass on, missing my aunt who has passed on, curious about what this year will bring me, hopeful to make new friends and strengthen the bonds of old ones, discover who I am, be myself, Kayla.