March 19... Happy Birthday to You.

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It's more of a journal than it is a catalog of witty posts about the controversial issues that a young adult today faces. And this particular post is longer than most, so sit down and get ready to read.

March... what is there to say about March? Not much actually. It started out on a good note, filled with mid 60 degree weather and sun bathers. Yesterday it turned cold and started snowing. Oh Utah, why must you be so indecisive. But, the weather is not the subject of today's post. Today's post is very special.

Today is March 19. It's exactly one month until I go to Ecuador. It, also the 3 week marker until classes are finished. Both very good things. To most people it's just another day, they'll go to class or work, eat a normal lunch and go to bed at their regular hour. However, for me, today happens to be a really special day! Today is the birthday of (hands down) the most handsome, funny, sincere, thoughtful, happy, loving, smart, kind, cute, crazy and friendly (now) twenty year old guy on the face of the earth. In fact, in my opinion, he's the best thing since... the iPhone, sliced bread and the wheel.

He stands about 6 foot 3 inches. Almost a foot above me. He has a smile that lights up not only his face but, the faces of those around him.  He works hard. He writes very eloquently. He did ROTC for BYU and plans on doing it when he comes home. He makes that uniform look good! :)

He's smart, hard working and diligent. He is currently serving a mission for our church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He reported June 15, 2011 and is serving in Mendoza, Argentina for the next two years. He's made a commitment to follow all of the mission rules with perfect obedience and I have never been more supportive or pleased with any desire.

He loves serving the people of Argentina and I know they love him. They got one of the Lord's finest missionaries and I am so proud of him.

I know I have told our story before but for some reason ;) I never tire of it!! So, here is a brief recap!

I came out to BYU in August of 2010. My first semester was a lot of fun. I spent a lot of it just dating around and I met a lot of really cool people. But, I was not the happiest I'd been, but because of all the changes and experiences, I must admit, I really grew that Fall semester. I was living away from home,  in a dorm full of girls (coming from a family of 3 brothers that was kind of a culture shock), I was learning to manage my time and I was in charge of my schedule! Which meant I never had to call home for permission to stay up till 3, go to a friends house or get home past midnight. Looking back, I know I met some amazing people and made some lifelong friends.

 But, when Fall semester came to an end... I (along with Jenna) decided to switch buildings. We packed up our stuff and said goodbye to 60 Harris Hall. 

We moved into 232A Whitney Hall and things immediately took a turn for the better. It was a friendlier and closer ward and Jenna and I decided we needed to really be outgoing and make new friends. So we decided to go to a Freshman dance (January 7, 2011). When we got there we looked for people we knew. It was so nice to have a good wingman and the fact that she is also a dear friend, made it all the better! Jenna spotted a boy she had grown up with, Luke Kleinhenz and we decided to go hang out with him and his friends. One stupid dance led to another and we ended up laughing and talking a little bit on the perimeter of the dance floor. A nice older man came up to us and told us that it was a slow song and the boys needed to take initiative and ask us to dance. He then proceeded to pair us off and send us to the dance floor. The wise old man grabbed my arm and linked it with this tall boy, wearing a black shirt, black jacket, buzz cut and blue jeans. We started slow dancing a little awkwardly having been told to dance. One thing led to another and He and Luke showed up at our apartment after the dance (semi-unexpectedly... we walked in our kitchen and they were sitting on our couch talking) and we sat and talked with them for about an hour. We all hung out (me, Jenna, Sam our roommate and a couple girls) and his roommates. We played games. One of the boys, the one with the buzz cut was all sorts of crazy. It was humorous but what surprised me most was that as they walked us home the goofy boy playing games transformed into this thought provoking and kind gentleman.

Then, one day I noticed that same boy was in my religion class on Tuesday's and Thursday's. Not only that but he was in my American Heritage class on Monday's and Wednesday's AND in my American Heritage Lab on Friday (an almost impossible feat to have accomplished UNplanned). The God's were smiling down on me! That is for dang sure! :)

Shortly after that, I thought: he's funny I wanna be this guys friend. So, we started texting and then we decided to partner up for service hours and did the Big Brother, Big Sister program together. Over the course of the next 2 weeks, I remember thinking... I want him to ask me on a date. I tried my best to show him I was interested and he took the bait. At the end of January he asked me to meet him halfway between our apartments with a movie he wanted to borrow. We made small talk and exchanged the movie. We awkwardly hugged and I turned to leave. He called me back and asked if I would go on a date with him this Friday. With less excitement than I was feeling, I said that I would love to and that that sounded fun. He said good, I'll get you the details later on. Then he leaned in, kissed me on the cheek and took off running. I was kind of on cloud nine and Jenna could immediately tell.

Happily that date turned into dates, the days passed to months and I fell more and more in "like" with the handsome boy with a buzz cut.

I mean for our first date he RENTED a car, drove us to the Y (we hiked about 1/4 of the way up), he pulled out a blanket for us to sit on, a thermos of hot chocolate and we watched the sunset, he then took me to Olive Garden because he remembered I liked pasta. Easily the best first date ever. If that wasn't hook, line and sinker I don't know what was.

Anyway, we started going on more and more dates, walking to and from class together, texting and calling and things got pretty serious. Then, he got his mission call to Mendoza, Argentina. For those of you who are members this means time to walk away as the guy is now leaving for 2 years. For us, it meant longer nights talking outside and eventually visits to meet each other's wonderful families, after school let out.

There is so much more to the story like, paintballing, skiing, snow boarding, festival of colors, tubing, sledding, beach trip, "touristing", a trip to SLC, a military ball, our little "sister" Olivia, a broken debit card, basketball games and my personal favorite... long walks.

Blurry but actually taken on our first date.. 

Paintballing. Pay no attention to my face. Rough day. ha

Walking from class. 

LOVE HIM. 

Snow boarding. 

:)

Sledding. 

Ice Skating.

At the Temple. 

At the movies. Narnia to be exact. 

BYU Basketball. Two of my favorite guys. 

SLC

Virginia. A walk in the rain!

At his house! :)

The beach. 

Tubing. 

Three fake Ray Bans and one original... can you spot the fakes? ;)

In MY kitchen. <3

In conclusion. It's his birthday. He's turning 20. He came at exactly the time I needed him most. He made the 6 months in Utah (NC and VA) the time of my life. And these past 9 months have been a roller coaster, but I am so happy he's where he is. I would not wish him here any time except in June 2013. I cannot wait to see him. I joke about moving to Argentina where I know I am loved, but no matter what the future holds... for right now my heart is in Argentina, and I wouldn't want it any other place.

Happy Birthday to the world's best missionary, kindest friend, most thoughtful companion, loving boyfriend and sweetest, cutest, most charming, nicest, funniest, most wonderful best friend, William Henderson Daybell. Thank you for making the past  435 days some of the best of my life. I guess if we are being completely honest, I wish I could see him for even just... 15 minutes? To tell him happy birthday and see the smile that makes my heart stop. :) But, instead I'll just spend my day thinking about the sweetest guy ever.

"If home is where the heart is, than my home is where you are." See you in... 453 days.

Happy Birthday. :)