I WENT TO DANCE. And other stuff that makes me the luckiest girl in the world. No contest.

It's late and I need to go to bed so that I can get up for biology tomorrow, but my day was so wonderful that I have to share it with you or I might just burst.

Well. You know how you make a commitment at church or a fireside and then all the sudden after that, it's suddenly harder to keep it. Like, Satan wants you to fail? I thought that since yesterday I decided to be very happy with life and more positive that today would be a hard day. You know? Well. I was dead wrong. Today was the best day I have had in a long time.

It started out normal. I woke up, I went to class, studied for my tests tomorrow, and got a lot done. It felt good. When I came home, I had an email from Jeremy waiting for me. I love emails from Jeremy. Always love. Then I drove home. Always love home also.

When I got there, one of my best friends in the world, Christian Kerr, came over. He's in Utah right now because on Wednesday he goes to the MTC. That's so crazy to me! I'm so excited for him, and also proud. He's going to be such a great missionary. I loved getting to talk to him and see him before he left. It was great of him to take time out of his super busy-getting-ready-to-go-on-a-mission schedule to come visit for a while.

After he left, I went over to my grandparent's house for a family dinner because they just got home from Hawaii. This was the first family party we've had since Jeremy left. I love my family; there is no where I would rather be than surrounded by them at my grandparent's house. I left close to tears, that's how grateful I felt. I wish there was a way to explain the feeling that I have at family parties; if there's anything on earth that feels like heaven, that feeling would be it.

I went straight to dance, leaving the party early and getting to dance late. Let me repeat that. I WENT TO DANCE. At dance, I laughed my guts out, danced until I couldn't breath, and ate so much pie that I felt sick. My dance class is the best thing that ever happened in my life. I love our inside jokes, our love of pie, and the moments that we can't stop dancing long enough to dance anymore. Today was one of those days at dance. Those days at dance include Kathleen being on one and gaining more fat than I lost after two hours of dancing. How, you ask? Pie. Always love pie.