We had just finished our weekly Magelbey's breakfast and I was sitting in the passenger seat as he drove me home. Sometimes I'm Katy Perry but, this time I was Celine Dion and I was giving the performance of a lifetime. With the seatbelt still around my waist, I somehow managed to kneel atop the seat as we drove along University Avenue. The window was down and I belted the words to the song I Drove All Night. His laughter encouraged my performance and as I hit the final note, we were pulling into my driveway.
I love those moments with him-- almost as much as I love our conversations about God or our families. The thing is, it does't matter. It doesn't matter if I am lip-syncing "Feel Like Making Love" by Bad Company or discussing the power of culture. He laughs and he listens. To say that he is perfect for me is an understatement.
Three months ago I cried to my cousin as I felt the frustrations and pressures of dating. I was hurt and I was terrified. Up until that point, the only love I had dabbled with was unrequited. Flash forward three months and I've realized something: it was all worth it! Every painful and pathetic dating experience has prepared me for today and ultimately they have prepared me for Colby. The guy who quotes movies with me and takes me to the temple every week. The man who opens doors for me and who bought me tickets to see Les Miserables. He makes me cry from laughing so hard and he encourages me to become a better person. He is strong and determined, faithful, patient and kind.
When I was younger, I dreamt of becoming famous and performing in front of thousands. I would write lyrics and plays and dance around to the soundtrack of Wicked in my room. This dream never came true but another one has.
I'm no Idina Menzel or Celine Dion but, Colby is my biggest fan and "baby, when I think about you, I think about loooooooove".
