Making Bread.

Yesterday Riana, the boys and I, went to the Gila Valley Temple open house. It was amazing. :)

Then, on the way home, I saw that I had a missed call from a Tucson number I didn't know.

I texted it, and asked who it was, and it was a guy from my ward, Warren. He rocks, just so you know.

He asked me if I wanted to come to his house and help bake bread. I was sooo stoked.

He picked me up at six, looking just as cute as always, and we went to his house.

We talked the whole way there, and kept it up the whole time I was there. We talked about our lives. Childhoods, families, happy memories. He asked wonderful questions. When going through the list of places that I have lived, like I always seem to with new people, he asked me to slow down so he could remember them, then he went through each one again, and had me tell him a happy memory, or my favorite thing from that place. And he LISTENED.

We made some AWESOME bread. Then he brought out some freezer jam that he had made, and we ate lots of bread and strawberry jam, while looking at pictures of both me and him.

It was so so fun! He's a fantastic guy. He sings, dances, and bakes. He plays the piano, and is wonderfully religious.

AND he's handsome. :D

Oh man. It rocked.

He also told me that last Sunday was his last in the singles ward! I was shocked and upset to hear this, and apparently you could see it on my face, cause he laughed quite a bit at me for it.

He said he might come back next Sunday, just for sacrament meeting, to sit by me, since I'll be alone, cause my friends are all out of town this weekend. I hope he does!

Ahhh, I'm on a high. I love this.

*sidenote: I love living with Riana. It's like living with an older sister. I can ask her opinion on how I do my hair and what I wear and stuff, it rocks.