Morgan and I have been dating for one year as of yesterday morning at about 3 o' clock. I made her a timeline/book thing with tons and tons of memories of us, and various things from facebook and this blog. I loved making it from her, because everything I got information from was so genuine. I didn't write these blogs with the intention of one day using them somewhere else.
She made me a box to store memories from her in, and put some pictures in it, and two cds with tracks and meaningful descriptions relating the tracks to us. I love boxes! I love music and relating it to emotions/memories! She's the best! She's perfect!
We went to The Melting Pot. It is definitely as good as everyone says. The chocolate is amazing. The meat is amazing. The cheese is amazing. It's really just super good all around. It took two hours as well, which makes it really the best way to eat and celebrate something because you can sit around and casually talk for an extended period of time without ever worrying about trying to find something to do. Mrs. Carpenter in third grade first told me about The Melting Pot. She was explaining that America was like a melting pot of people, and then had to explain what a melting pot was. That naturally led to teaching us about the restaurant. She said, "Girls, if a boy ever takes you to The Melting Pot, it means he's serious about you," and thereby secured its iconic status in my mind forever.
After The Melting Pot I took Morgan to the quarry where we had our first kiss. I made her close her eyes for the latter part of the drive there and for the walk up the hill. When she opened her eyes and was on top of that cliff where we first kissed, she cried. I loved that so much. I love her. I love the way she makes me feel. I don't feel excessive using the word love. I've thought about it a lot, and I mean it. I kissed her at every red light on the way back to the dorms.
happy birthday
