Monday April 5, 2010; a love story.

So Monday was one year marks a years since Michael First told me he love me.  It was conference Sunday, we were back at his apartment and I asked him at one point "What are you thinking" (which I'm pone to do).  (He was actually waiting for me to ask that; he thought it was a pretty good opportunity to bring it up.) And that is when He told me He loved me and I said I loved him back.  That love has grown.

Therefore, when I got back from school on Monday, Michael was vacuuming the floor and a Rose was on the table just like this.  He had already did the dishes from the morning and night before, swept the floor, and started the laundry.  I have a pretty good guy.

I have not yet masted the art of taking pictures of myself yet so I look funny, but happy.