Valentine's Day

A package of traditional Krop family Valentines {I WAS SO HAPPY}, breakfast courtesy of Ryan,

 and roses, chocolate, and a sack lunch delivered to me at work later that day by one of his roommates,

 looking dashing in a full on three piece suit & bow tie. After work, a drive to the place that started it

 all: the Y. This girl is feelin' pretty darn loved.

The little things

He takes time out of his busy evenings to pick me up from work every day without fail, so that I don't have to make the half-hour, freezing, dark walk home. He randomly bursts through my front door, gives me a hug and a kiss and says "I just missed you so I stopped by!" then is gone in a second. He brought me a Cinnabon/a literal piece of the the highest level of heavenly happiness one night, not knowing I had just had a horrible day at work. He wrote a massive 'I love you.' in the snowbank left by the plow that had cleared the parking lot at work one evening. He randomly stands up from studying together, says "Sit down and relax. I'm making dinner for you," and does just that, over the sound of my protests. He comes all the way up to the library to walk me home when I have to be there late at night. He randomly inserts 'I love you' into his sentences, so they go something like "This morning I woke up, worked out, and did some Spanish homework I love you before I had to go to class. How was your morning?" He randomly saves half his FHE treat to bring to me afterwards. He makes me PB&Js while we're studying {toasted. My world has changed}. He openly brags to people about me - My roommates, his roommates, my old/his current bishopric & their wives, my family, random friends we run into. My blushing capacities have never gotten such a workout.

What in all of heaven and earth did I do to deserve this kid?

Ryan's 24th birthday, which was yesterday. I somehow managed to produce from the depths of my kitchen-ineptness pot roast, mashed
potatoes, and homemade gravy. Surprised the daylights out of myself, let me tell you. 

Roomate Date.

Lizzy's friend Amanda, Lizzy, and Katie {missing Lauren ): }

Michelle and Mariah. 

Mariah and I!

I landed the sweetest, most loving, most wonderful roommates on the planet. Every time I walk in the door and a chorus of "Welcome home!" and "I love you!" and "You look adorable!" {yeah. Even when I'm in sweats. I tell you, they're amazing.} meets me, I just think to myself: I feel like I've come home. Our apartment feels like a home, and that can turn any crummy day into a happy one. I've seen proof of that. I love these girls more than I can put in words, and I've only known them for four weeks! They've taught me so much, made me laugh so much, and have made me feel like the luckiest, most loved girl in the WORLD. Life is good.