Reminiscing

For whatever reason, I've been reading through my journals from my college years.

1998

I was 20 years old.

And met a handsome R.M.

Five weeks later, he proposed.

Me: Ummm, ok. Well, actually, no thanks.

Broke up with him, only to meet a few more boys a few days later.

Successfully dated a couple of guys at the same time.

And faithfully wrote to my favorite missionary.

All while going to school & working full-time.

Dating.

I'll admit - sometimes I really miss it.

You know, it's all just a silly game. Really fun, nevertheless. Exhausting, but fun.

I played the game. And I always won. After all, I was a professional.

How do you think I got my hubby?

Seriously.

He was only 22.

And totally clueless.

But I looked at him, and I knew.

In celebration of our 5 year anniversary next week, I will tell the fabulous story of:

"How Connie got Tony's attention"

Stay tuned!