A weekend in the best place.

Home. 

 This past weekend, I went home. Why? Well let me tell you. My brother is a stud. He runs on the varsity cross-country team. He's an awesome soccer player. He woos the ladies with his incredible piano skills and dashing smile. He was just accepted to BYU with a sweet scholarship. And as if that wasn't enough, he decided the day before tryouts ended that he would audition for our high school's production of Les Miserables. So he did. And what was he casted as? Marius. 

Modern day Renaissance man, that kid. 

My phone was blowing up on opening night, with current friends, family members, and old friends I hadn't talked to in YEARS all raving about his performance. And in a few days, I was home and watching it for myself. Merritt ROCKED it; gave me chills, tears, laughs, the whole shebang. It was the perfect weekend.

 We were Merritt's biggest fans {Not including the girl whose friends had to walk her over to Merr to get her to ask for his autograph, and who almost lost consciousness when she got a picture with him. And the little girl who hid behind her mom's skirt and held out a shaking program and pen to get his autograph. Oh and that one girl who openly flushed bright red when he put his arm around her for a picture.} 

Okay. So maybe we were kinda beat out by a few others. We did a few other things too, though.

 We hiked.

We were weird together.

We watched the Sounders beat one of the best teams
in the Western conference 4 - 0. 

 We potted flowers for Mama's Day.

We ate deliciousness.

And now I'm back in Provo trying to get back into my classes before midterms hit, but
with a noggin full of happy memories to help me through 'em. My life is good. [: