Wednesday, December 26, 2012

The End

It might be weird to post on here.
My life is so different now.
I'm writing this, because sometimes people don't get it.
How we fell apart when we seemed so promising.

It didn't work out.

I'd love to vent it out and bash Gibson's
life
family
friends.
It was too much,
so I won't.

A lot happened when Gibson got home that I didn't expect.
Words had been said and letters sent
that turned out not to mean a thing.

Turns out I wasn't loved,
and it wasn't even that he wasn't ready.
I was never the plan,
from the beginning.
After being lead along for a few months I didn't even want to marry the guy,
I just wanted to see how it would go.
Then I was dropped.

I felt as if I would never be loved again.
I did everything I could and it hadn't mattered.
I stopped going to my ward activities and became "inactive".
After a time of depression I prayed,
"If the right guy is out there, please let him find me."
My answer came that I should start going to FHE and ward prayer again.
"Okay fine, but it better be worth it."
-I actually remember the words coming out like that-
The next day I went to FHE for my ward. 
We were playing kickball and having a BBQ.
I have to give my friend Tony credit, he immediately made friends with me
along with a guy named Jason.
All of the sudden I had a new group of friends!
It was the funnest FHE I'd ever been to,
until the next week.

I met David the next week.
We were playing a game called "murder in the dark" in the church gym.
I was the murderer. . .
David is tall, and when I went up behind him (to slit his throat) by the time I reached his throat I meant business.
Needless to say I won that round,
and we went on to play a card game, extreme spoons.
David got my number at church the following Sunday by "needing a haircut".


Now it's December and I am engaged to the best man on Earth.
He's going to take care of me,
and I'm going to take care of him.
We will be sealed in the Lord's temple for all time and eternity.
I am more happy than I've ever been in my whole life.
He treats me so well!

The Lord always follows through.
He takes care of me and knows what I go through.
I had faith, and was obedient to a prompting by the Holy Ghost and found my soul mate.
So many things have lead me to David.
I love him. 

Saturday, April 21, 2012

A Warning. . .

This will be a hard post.

This is to all the girls who are waiting for a missionary.
I almost want to call it a warning.

When I was waiting for a missionary I thought
all the time
about what it was going to be like when he was home.
I admit that I thought of timelines and progess
 and thought
for sure
by now
I'd know 
at least
where we were going.

Truth of it all is
I still don't.
He's still not ready for that.
Who knows if he ever will be?

Girls,
when your missionary comes home
still have a life to your own.

Girls,
hang out with your own friends.

Girls,
stop waiting.

The problem is we wait two years,
and he comes home with honor
and missionary weirdness
and we still think we're waiting.
We think forward to the day he'll snap out of it.

He's home.
Stop waiting.

If he loves you the weirdness will stop.
He'll want it to stop.

Continue to pray about him,
because he does come back different.
Don't expect him to come home a 19 year old.

And don't expect everything to turn out
according to plan.
If it doesn't. . .

Don't you ever think you aren't ever to be loved.
There is a guy out there that knows you're a
daughter of God
and will treat you that way.
He'll take you to the temple
and marry you for time
and all eternity,
because he loves you that much.

Pray about it.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Not to leave ya hangin' but. . .

Hello!
I left you all hanging!
:)
He's home.
I'm happy.
I've seen him.
There you have it!
Sorry to leave you all hanging,
but I've had more important things to worry about
then my blog.
He knows about this blog,
which makes this post funny to me.
Hi Jeff!
:)

Waiting for a missionary. . .
The hardest thing I've ever done.
The greatest thing I ever done.
I'll never regret it.
It's been always worth it.

Love is mysterious.
I know I've grown the most in these last two years
than I've ever had the opportunity to grow.
Spiritually,
mentally,
and emotionally.

It's hard.
It really is!
Some moments traumatize you,
but nothing was in vain.
Everything was worth it.

Somethings are just worth waiting for.
Thanks Jeff,
for going on a mission.




 

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Tomorrow

I don't know what to say,
but how I am feeling right now.

I'm going to say it's like
I'm little
and my parents just told me that I'm going to Disneyland tomorrow,

Or maybe the night right before Christmas Day
and Santa's coming.

I won't be sleeping tonight.

I feel like
dancing,
singing,
laughing,
crying,
and puking
all at the same time.

I'm nervous and excited.

Tomorrow is going to be unpredictable,
but everything is going to be okay.

The one thing I'm hoping not to be doing,
is winging it.
Any help is appreciated.
I don't want to be alone tomorrow.

Elder Gibson comes in at 4:30pm
and he will see his family
and it will be amazingly memorable

Elder Gibson,
call me!

Monday, February 20, 2012

One week from now!

One week from today
Jeff will be coming home.


Yes!
I've made it!
Two years!
Two years officially on Friday!

I made it.

Take a deep breath.

My friends and I have decided that I'm going a little bit crazy.
My nails are too short,
(and they keep breaking before I can get them long enough)
my hair isn't long enough,
(I need only another two inches)
my room isn't clean.
How am I going to do my hair when I see him?
(I've started to save my good conditioner for February 27)
What am I going to wear when I see him?
(Already have a dress, leggings, and boots. . .)
What am I going to say when I see him?
Most of which. . .
he isn't going to really care about.
Plus! He's not even allowed in my room!
So,
if you see me freaking out about something that
doesn't matter
it's because
Elder Gibson comes home in a week.
I've been trying my best to eliminate everything stressful in my life
to combat the craziness.
So many emotions have hit me in the last month
I feel emotional all the time.
Almost all of the time I'm happy.

I'm trying to prepare for something I'm already prepared for,
but that I feel unprepared for
because I don't know how it's going to go.

I do know it's going to be epic.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

The Last Letter

So,
it's the last letter I'm going to get
last letter I'm going to post.
He's 8 days away.
I went to the mailbox with my friend, Chase
and low and behold was this:





We last the whole
TWO YEARS
without any mishaps!
And on the
LAST LETTER
someone drops it in a puddle,
or the rain.
They slipped it in a plastic bag,
but the damage was done.

Of course my first thought is,
"am I going to be able to read it?!"


Fortunately I can. :)
*whew!*


That's right, he's just that talented.
Here we go.
The last letter.

Nikki,
I was ever so pleased to receive more post from thee. I have begun to envy thee. . . It would please me, if this coming Christmastime, I could attend, with thee and thy family the Christmas Devotional in Salt Lake City. It seems as though the entry tickets are somewhat accessible to thy family. . . ;) Putting "Elder Gibbins" would most likely confuse my "mail guys" greatly. However, I am quite sure that the name "Elder Gibsonite" would be quite fine. ;) I believe I shall recieve thy package one week from tomorrow, and shall be everso pleased to open it and see all of the goodness that has been stored away to one day give joy unto two poor Elders who are found far from home this Christmas. I give thee thanks.
Ok, that was fun, but took for. . . e. . . ver! Looks cool, huh? I hope that you'll be able to read this through the bleeding ink. . . Anyway, my companion has a calligraphy pen and it's super coolio! He also has this book that show you how to write in all these different fonts and stuff. (sorry. . . I'm on a bus going back to my area about an hour away. . . and the road is bumpy. . . :/) I got two more letters AND :D your PACKAGE! Yes! I think it got to Guadalajara right after Cristmas, and I got it today! :) Today in the morning, we went and bought some soccer jerseys. I bought a black one and a green one. They're super awesome! Then we went as a Zone and played futbol and I wore the black jersey. I've decided that I like it a lot. ;) (Random though: If you have a way to comunicate with my brother Scott, you should send him a message that says ". . . The fat animal. . ." He'll get it, end of random thought. . . ;) ) Let's play soccer when I get back, ok? Do you like a specific soccer team? I didn't even know there were so many, but maybe you did. Manchester United, Pumas, Tigres, Cruz Azul, Atlas, Chivas, América, México. . . etc. . . Most of those are mexican actually. . . so who knows if you know them. I'm sure you've heard of Pumas. Even I had heard of them, . . . but only for the shoes. . . I didn't know it was a soccer team. . . Shhhhh! Don't tell anyone! ;) Jk. . . my companion just told me that appearently (spelling. . .) the soccer team and the clothes brand are seprate deals. . . I don't KNOW! I'm just an ignorant American lost in México! ;) Jk, I'm not lost! :D ¡Ja ja! I loved the letter in your package btw. Super funny! :) BUT. . . I'll get to that in a bit! We must go in order! I feel so bad for baby "Mister". . . That's super sad actually. . . but kind of funny [at the same time] (a la vez). .  do you realize how many times you've written me saying, "I almost DIED!!!"? actually I can only think of twice. . . but that's more that wanted! So don't die, ok? ;) (no, but really) Yes, I can teach you how to cook, and Spanish, and to play the cello. . . do you have time for all that? Those are somewhat time consuming activities. . . ¡Ja ja! people assume that I can play the other string instruments too (including guitar!) Ja ja! I tell them no as well, because I can't Good reason, huh? ;) ¡Ja ja! Packages to Elder Gibson! I started thing about that and got all excited. . . Ja ja! His B-day's in May (28th) that gives us plenty of time, unless you want to send him a Valentine's/St. Patrick's/Easter Package. . . then it's less time! :O but that still be ok! :D You stayed in church clothes all day?! Ja ja, I just realized I do that a lot. . . ;) Remember that one year that Elder Rough and I put up your Christmas lights? and he decided to come in shorts. . . and it was SUPER cold! Ja ja! Krazy kid. . . Krazy is not spelled with a "k," it's spelled with a "c". Crazy. That's better. ;) That's weird. . . he's going to be home by the time you get this. Whoa. Tell him to send me a DearElder. ;) Right now! as you read this! It's true about the "breads". Everyone makes them a little different, but however they make it it's always good!. . . Usually. ;) KRISTIN'S GETTING MARRIED?!?!?!?!?!?! What is this world coming to? How OLD is she?! Hhmmm. . . She can't be older than my sister when she got engaged. She was 3 months from being 19. . . She's too little and so I'm pretty sure that that's illegal. . . She'll just have to wait 'til she's older. You get carsick? . . . that's weird. Wanna know why? Because it just so happens that I do too! Yeah! Carsick party!. . . actually that's probably not a good idea. . . because no one would have fun. . . and it could get gross. . . Ewww. . . Hello, Nicole Procrastination Nebeker! Jk! :) Yes, I got both of

(I just suddenly felt very patriotic!) (. . . jk, I had already written it)
your packages. Thanks lots and lots! :D I Enjoyed them quite thoroughly! My companions enjoyed them as well. :) They say thanks too! :D ok, well, I'm sure the "mail lady" will be glad to know that you won't be stalking her anymore. . . alone. . . ;) now WE can stalk her, and send packages to my brother! ;) ¡Ja ja! Didn't you say you were going to introduce me to the post office ladies? (. . . sorry this is now week 3 of writing your letter. . . sorry. . . it's just because I run out of time, and then I get MORE letters from you (totally fine, btw) and it gets a little backed up. But I'm sending it TODAY! promise! 16/1/2012 there! there's the date!) Back to the letter! Isn't Mike going to be home like next week?!. . . or is he on the plane as I write? Ahhhh!!! Súper wierd. . . So Amber really IS going on a mission. . . she still hasn't written me. . . Morristown, eh? New Jóy-see! (but say it fast) Jóysee! ¡Ja ja! she should come back with a cool eastern accent!. . . not like me where I don't even know how to speak good English anymore! Ahhh! ;) When does she leave? So. . . ¿tú y Elder Rough son hermanos? ¡Y no me dijiste! ¡¿Por qué no?! ¡No tienes que guardar esto de mi! Ok, that's enough. . . ;) It's too bad that you're allergic to nuts. . . they make things super tasty! I'll become a scientist and create the antidote for nut allergy reactions! And we can inject you (under the fingernail ;) ) before you eat nuts! And the world will be feliz. . . happy. ;) . . . Actually, I'm sure it already exists. Oh well, easier that way! ;) . . . hmmmmm. . . so I've noticed that when you write "Elder ______" you put a "the" in front of it. Like: "the Elder _____." Are you copying my Spanish grammar? ;) Jk, lol! oh my FREAKIN' Lanta!!! Do you have ANY idea HOW LONG I went without losing the game!?!?!!?!!! almost 2 WHOLE YEARS! And you made me lose it in a split second!? Nooooo! I was winning! I told my comp about it (in spanish it would be: "Perdí el juego" [pear-DEE el HWAY-go] (that's the pronunciation) ;) ("i lost the game")) You got my letter! Yeah for the Mexican postal service! slow but sure. . . kind of. . . actually. Slow and unsure. . . ;) but you get it! we'll see about the marathon thing. . . ;) You're friends. . . with my dad. . . on Facebook. . . ? ¡Ja ja! (I'm going to eat a candy cane Oreo!) Yeah, that weirded me out just a little. . . (delicious! :D ) Although, that does make a lot more sense of how he saw your marathon and Lu pictures. . . connection section! ;) (these are addicting! I'm surprised that I still have some. I was planning on eating just 1 or 2 but I'm already at 3. . . I got off subjest. . . now 4!) My handwriting is SO BAD! :( (My comp is sweeping the countertop. . . ,':/) Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! Jony isn't as awesome anymore. . . ok, here's the dealio. . . his parents didn't let him go to church or get baptized, and pressured him a ton to be active in "their" church and to "support his dad in that, so that he wouldn't fall back into alcholism" :( So then one night, he had a dream where he showed the Book of Mormón to Christ, and he didn't accept it. So he took that to be an answer that the book isn't true. But I think, (just from the little psychology that I took), that his parents were making him feel guilty so he was looking for a way to "make things right" and had a dream. NOT all dreams are revelation! Even if it has to do with "heavenly things"! Ok, I'm done. Maybe sometime in the future he'll remember how he felt when he read the Book of Mormon and when he went to church and when he went to EFY and everything! :D Yeah! Iván's still kind of coolish, we just don't see them as often now. . . someday. . . :D I have some bad news. . . Remember the Pollo. . . a little DEMON chihuahua KILLED him! I'm pretty sure he was growing in his new feathers too! He would have been súper pretty! . . . demon chihuahua. . . ;( the Punkish children never made me pizza! But he did make some pan dulce, so he is forgiven. . . even though it was a little hard, and cold, oh well! ;) Thank you for everything you've done while I've been on my mission. :) You're Awesome! :) Down here in my México we only had sacrament meeting for Christmas day as well. I'm pretty sure that's what they always do on Christmas Sundays. :) Package letter! ¡Ja ja! You're freaking out because it was my last package. . . The suntran! How much does it cost? Here they cost $6 (pesos), so like 50ish ¢ They say in other cities it's just $2 or $3 so like 15¢ to 25¢. I think it's more expensive in the states. You'll have to teach me how to use it, because I never went in it. You'll also have to teach me how to do taxes. . . or I could just have Ariane do them. . . ;) jk, she does have her masters degree now though. Quarter pops! They're NOT gone?! YES! Quarter-Pop-Party Time! Tell Elder Rough that Memphis is much too far away and plane tickets are expensive. ;) Thanks for not letting the ants eat my letter. ¡Ja ja! This part of the letter makes me giggle. I'm glad that you don't eat ants. ¡Ja ja! I love your humor. . . :) Thanks for the pictures! ¡Ja ja! ok, there's me waving back. You're making Pan Dulce?! I'm so excited! Yes! I will definitely help you with the Spanish recipies! (spelling?) Do they really take long? I have no idea, I've never made them. Do you know how to pronounce it? If not: Pahn Dool-say. There. ¡Ja ja! I didn't even know about the flowers before, I just called them white, brown, and pink ones! ¡Ja ja! People invite us over sometimes, (5, 6, 7 oreos. . . fatness. . . or deliciousness. . . ;) ) and give us pan dulce with hot chocolate! or a cup of hot oatmeal! (I'll explain the oatmeal when I get home. They give us rice sometimes too! Yummy!) You're whent (?) to Denny's for New Years! So jealous! With everyone too! Amber still hasn't written me! ;) Your house smells like pan dulce! EAT ONE NOW! ;) Op! you ate one and you loved it. Told you they were amazing! I'm excited for this year as well. Yes! 2012! There, I got through all of your letters! Whell (?) (I'm putting an "h" after all "w"s, why?!) I hope you like this letter, it'll probably be the last one you get before I get home. . . maybe. Who knows. . .? (8 oreos. . .) (My comp fell asleep and is snoring. . . and I can hear him from across the apartment. . . he stopped.) Here are my 10!
1. Candy Cane Oreos!
2. Pelón Pelo Prico (a mexican candy)
3. Apple cider (non-alcoholic :) )
4. Mexicanos :)
5. Fireworks
6. the scriptures
7. Prayer
8. pen y paper
9. letters
10. Spanish
There they are! The 10 for this letter! So have Elder Rough write me! He never wrote me back, like a year, no. . . like 7/8 months ago. Maybe the letter got lost in the Mexican postal service. . .


 Cananadaaaa (don't ask. . . I don't know)




  

 

Happy Valentine's Day! :D . . . so, I can't, in any way, shape, or form, take the credit for making this. . . but I want to learn. Then I shall make you one! A kiss fits inside, but hershey's kisses don't go 2 dementional well. . . ;) You have to fold the read ones up.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Hello My Valentine. . . 1,000 miles away.

I don't really like Valentine's Day.
No. . .
That's wrong. . .
I'll reword that. . .
I've never had a good Valentine's Day.
That's better.
I actually love the idea of Valentine's Day.
But come now,
my Valentine is so far away.

Today I've be wearing Jeff's jacket,
carrying around letters,
and wearing the aquamarine necklace.
I've been trying to bring up his name
and think of what his laugh sounded like.
I've been looking at pictures and watching videos.
I've let myself go nuts,
because it's Valentine's Day.
I keep a little scrapbook of the cute
text messages
Jeff sent me before he left.
I've been reading that too.
Here's a little piece for you:

":) --> :* --> :D"
October 29, 2009

"Good morning! I love you! :*"
November 5, 2009

"You have been poked on Facebook by Jeffrey Curtis Gibson"
November 6, 2009

"Ha ha! You make me smile."
October 7, 2009

"You're beautiful. . ."
October 13, 2009

"Thanks, I love you too! Don't ever think that I don't."
November 24, 2009