Spring Break 2013 didn't turn out like I expected it to.
I wrote last week about how we planned to go to Southern Utah for a hiking trip. Well, things happened (or rather, didn't) and we couldn't afford to go. I was disappointed for a few hours, but my best friend was able to cheer me up quickly by pointing out that this was the perfect opportunity to WORK ON OUR MOVIE (which we did) and PLAN OUR WEDDING (which we did!).
So the week was spent doing those two things. I'm very excited about the movie. We have an entire outline for the story, and I am working on a first draft of the dialogue. After that is perfect, we will storyboard what we have and decide what's weird. Then production begins. I don't know where we are going to find the money to pull his off, but I feel certain that we are both ambitious enough about it to really make it happen. So if you know any amateur actors/actresses, give them a whats up in about six months.
I'm also very excited about our wedding. Our vision is complete (or nearly complete) and all that's left to do is execute it. I expect a few challenges, though. I want very much for my family and friends to relax and simply feel the love of inclusion and the appreciation we have for them while at our wedding. I want it to be a golden memory that my loved ones will feel only positive about when remembering it. I am afraid that the stress of building it will ruin that for some, that religious differences will stop it for others, and that other unseen demons will complicate what--I believe--should come the easiest: the celebration of happiness. That is truly my intention in holding a wedding at all, to celebrate the happiness I have found with Tiana. I hope that we will be able to pull it off in such a way that everyone can share it with us for one evening that may serve as a launching-pad for lifelong friendships.
Between all our scheming this break, though, we managed to make it back to Rexburg for the weekend. We saw my family--who I love so much, and Tiana's family, who I also love. My family is on a diet. My dad has lost 20 pounds since I last saw him and my little brother Redge has lost weight as well as lost the upper chords of his vocal range. The only way to reclaim his lovely contralto at this point is...unmentionable...he is a man now, what more can I say?
On the drive back home I starting thinking about all the things I admire about my father. I'll share a few of them with you. For one thing, he is genuinely helpful, in a sincerely non-obligatory way. This is a rare but wonderful quality to find in a human. Another thing is that he is not afraid to admit his ignorance. I think this is why people find him so amicable. It is difficult to talk to someone when they either pretend to know more than they do in fact, or give off that impression by their silence. I can talk to my dad about any subject, freely and truthfully, with no fear of judgement. Those are just two of the ingredients that in part add up to my certainty of his unconditional love for me.
An unexpected highlight of our trip came while we were making copies of our wedding save-the-dates. We ran into a high school art teacher, Larry Prescott. He gave us a great big, genuine hug and told us we were great, and it really made me feel great. I have always appreciated directness. I admire very much people who are unashamed to express direct emotion to others. It's another of those rare qualities that I hope to emulate.
I feel excited to be very poor and very much in love.
Two songs this week betches:
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