I like it. I like it a lot.

I like being engaged. It is a lot of fun. People have been asking me if it feels any different than dating. Nothing has changed much. I feel a deeper level of commitment than just dating. It also opens up doors that we can talk about. Things we need to talk about. Also, it has enhanced how much I love him. I've dated others and talked a little about marriage. I've thought about what life would be like to be with them, but things happen and the relationship ended. Trevor and I had talked about marriage before, but I was still holding off, because you never know. People I thought I was going to marry just didn't work out. But now that we're engaged and I know it is going to work out, it's so much easier to just let things flow. I like talking to him about everything. My favorite is just talking about our days at the end of the day. I love being around him. I have never been with anybody that I've liked to be around so much. I usually need a break from them, but Trevor is just so wonderful to be around. I love him. I can't wait to be his wife.

I don't think marriage will be much different. I just can't wait to not have to say good-bye every night. I can't wait to wake up next to him every morning. And, obviously, there won't be any more of those certain temptations to fight. That's hard right now. Except it's not so hard when we're really careful not to be in a situation where it's tempting. I can't wait to make his dinners and pack his lunches and kiss him good-bye for work and just be his wife. I love him so much. He's just perfect for me. *sigh* I'm smitten.

I really don't have much to post this time around. Perhaps that's why it's been so long since I've posted. Sometimes things happen and I start thinking about a bunch of things. Then I think "oh this would be good for my blog." When it comes time to sit down and type, nothin. I got nothin. So this is how I usually start. I find that when I've been typing, things start to come to mind that I can put.

My roomate left me today. She announced two days ago that she's moving, and now she's gone. It was quite a surprise. She was planning to move at the end of March, but suddenly decided she'd rather go now. So she spent yesterday and this morning packing, and now she's gone. I'm so surprised, and sad, and kind of relieved. It will be nice to have the place to myself. I can leave my things where I want, and I won't have to smell her fresh baked bread and try to keep myself from eating it. I won't have to have girl talk and refrain from singing loudly in the shower. Oh who am I kidding? I don't refrain from singing loudly in the shower. She quite enjoys it. I always hear her laughing (the walls are paper thin). And I won't have to hear her comments about my performance after I get out of the shower. I won't even have to wait for the shower. Or hurry because I know she's waiting for me. I hate sleeping alone in the place. I get scared. I got scared while she was home for Christmas. And I get lonely. Especially during the day while Trevor is at work. I'm gonna miss her, but I'll see her soon. She moved to Utah, after all.

Oh, the kids are home from school. I guess I'll cut this one short. I miss Kat.