BFF

Sometimes putting into words how you really feel is the hardest thing anyone can ever make you do. Words just don't have the same power has real, true, raw emotion. If I could just spit a bunch of emotion all over the person rather than scrambling up some awkward phrases that don't come out right because I'm blubbering and my hands are flailing wildly and I just don't know how to say "iloveyou," I would be one happy girl. But, I can't. Thus, words will have to suffice.

I hope that the raw emotion that I feel deep within my very being will be somewhat expressed in this tiny little letter.

To my best friend:

Hi.  If I knew 4 years ago what I know today, I would have tried my hardest to be your friend from the very beginning.  Since that isn't feasible, I will settle for trying my hardest now until the rest of forever and always to maintain and expound upon the beautiful friendship that I have with you right this very second.

Never have I ever met a more patient, loving, charismatic, compassionate, feisty, spiritual, beautiful, intelligent, sarcastic, kind-hearted, witty person in my whole 20 years here on Mother Earth. YOU are AMAZING.

Though we both know that neither of us are perfect, you are seemingly similar to our Savior. Where as He has many names to his people, you have many names to me.

Simply, you are my....

better half
spiritual advisor
greatest confidant
secret keeper
very best friend
lover
boo thang
soul sister
favorite Aunt Lauren
un-biological biological big sister
missionary
very best

I don't think people understand my infatuation with you... But, they really should. YOU are the LIGHT to my very life.

When I'm explaining to people something fantastic about me and my boo they reply oh yeah, your friend in Utah.. NO. My best friend. Yeah okay, your friend, what about her? NO.... MY BEST FRIEND YOU IDGIT!

SOOO-- let me just bust out some Urban Dictionary to help explain to the twig b words how you are so much more.

friend: "People who are aware of how retarded you are and still manage to be seen in public with you. People who make you laugh till you pee your pants. People who cry for you when one of your special items disappear. When you don't have enough money to get a ice cream, they chip in, they know all of your internet passwords. They would never make you cry just to be mean."

I think that's pretty accurate on a lot of different levels. But in all actuality, you are so much more.

best friend: "Very special people in your life. They are the first people you think about when you make plans. They are the first people you go to when you need someone to talk to. You will phone them up just to talk about nothing, or the most important things in your life. When you’re sad they will try their hardest to cheer you up. They give the best hugs in the world! They are the shoulder to cry on, because you know that they truly care about you. In most cases they would take a bullet for you, coz it would be too painful to watch you get hurt."

Now that's what I'm talking about. You are my best friend. You are the person I think about all of my days, you are the one I want to share my happy moments with and you are the one I want to tell all my sorrows to.

I wouldn't be who I am today without that beautiful friendship that I have with YOU.

Thank you for being the straw to my berry, the smoke to my high and the one I want to marry. You truly are like no other and I can't wait to see you.

Peace and boobies,

#biggirllovin904

H8ER

Once upon a time someone told me that I would never be a Utah boy's "type."  Well, dang.  There goes every hope and dream that I may have conjured up in my tiny brain over the last 4 years.  I can't help the fact that I am just drawn to that Utah boy charm... The cute little accent and lack of southern hospitality-- it's just so tasty. Heck. How would I know that I for sure love that specimen? I've never had the privilege of tasting the Utah boy; because, I'm not their type.

But, let's be real. I'm not very many people (men's) type.

I'm a female who is over six feet tall; I'm 'healthy' sized; I don't have perfectly white straight teeth; I have grody warts on my ankle (vomit); I have big hands and feet (I'm a giant); My right eyebrow is the most awkward un-arched piece of forehead mustache you can think of; PORES? Yeah, I have about a bajillion and 11 of them and they are the size of watermelons; Stretch marks; Physically I am not anyone's type. Right?

WRONG.

I am everyone's type and if you can't see that then go jump off of a cliff into a pit of cockroaches, you piece of not nice person.

I have some dang good qualities.  Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually... I'm a dang good catch. If you can't see that... Then dang you.

There are too many people out there who just don't know. They don't know themselves and what they REALLY want... They know the standards that society has set and then decided that is what they want, too. Is it really? Like... Really really? Cool. I'm not here to diss anyone; however, I am here to say quit being so shallow and broaden your horizons.

Let's just sit here and be ravished by my good qualities for a tiny, brief, moment.

Physically: I'm a bombshell.

I have the cutest little freckles on both of my hands in, almost, the same spot (in between my ring finger and pinky). They are just so cute.  My eyes change colors.  Depending on my mood, what I'm wearing, the weather... Anywhere from a nice sparkly emerald to a grey to a brown hazel and occasionally we get a nice orange/red hue around my cornea.  Super fun, right? That mane of mine is something else. It's so thick and flowey and long and just plain enticing! My height? It makes me. I am over 72 inches tall and I think that is pretty dang great. How many other ladies do you know that tall? None. Just me. I am beautiful. I am absolutely 100% a beauty queen, bombshell, fine looking lady.

Spiritually: I'm progressing.

I have the very best calling in the whole LDS church. I am a young women's advisor. I have a testimony that our Father in Heaven loves us. I have a firm belief that Joseph Smith restored Christ's church here on earth today. I know that I am a daughter of the MOST HIGH King-- I am a daughter of God. I understand the importance of utilizing the Atonement of Jesus Christ and how great it is to be made clean through the cleansing powers of that great and infinite Atonement. I am in-tune with the most precious Holy Ghost and He leads and guides and directs my everyday life. I am blessed.

Intellectually: I'm a scholar.

My schooling is paid for. I maintain a higher than average GPA. My professors always commend me for my work. I LOVE learning. There is never a moment that I am not learning. Knowledge is such a valuable, precious, thing.  I can't imagine life without the ability to to learn and to grow mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually... It's the BEST!

Ya know what? I am great. Not to toot my own metaphorical horn but I am seriously a catch.  Who needs someone in their life that can't appreciate all of those fantastic characteristics instantaneously? Obviously they aren't worth my time, or yours.


I am Hannah and Hannah is me. I would never ask to be anything but me nor can I dream of being anything other than 73 inches of pure happiness.