Emotion Overload

A lot of people would like to know about the events that occured on the evening of October 23, 2008. I'm am glad to tell you the details:
After rummaging through piles, drawers, and closets full of clothes i finally broke down to call my friend, Sarah, to help me pick out the perfect outfit. We decided to forget trying to find it in my apartment room and to just go shopping. Thanks to her and the wonderful styling taste of john we put together what we thought would be just the ticket.
I called my sister and her husband to see if they were going to meet up with me later that night. They agreed. I tried desperately to calm down as I drove through the Provo Canyon completely taken away by the beauty that I was surrounded by. All the fall colors seemed to be welcoming me back to the place I once couldn't wait to leave, but always love coming back to--Heber.
I first met up with my grandma, grandpa, and parents who all gave me postive encouragment and reassurance. I read the last chapter of Doctrince and Covenants with my grandma. I promised a great friend I would finish this book before the event occurred.
Before I knew it, the time had finally come for me to set out to the long-awaited event.
In the car ride over, I shamefully and embarassingly was hyperventilating and almost screaming at the top of my lungs with pure excitement and nerves. I could hardly contain myself, but I found the courage inside of me to just remember to breathe.
I pulled into the recognizable driveway and began to approach the ever-so-familiar steps. Michelle, the little sister, came to the door and welcomed me inside. I was led to the kitchen where mama Darnell was, and we all chatted excitedably about what was about to happen. Before my brain could even figure out that all the events occurring were real, something even more surreal happened.
The garage door opened, and papa Darnell walked through. I tried to take a breathe but that was too much for my body to handle. I stared intently, and waited impatiently because I knew who else still had to walk through that door. I felt like I was floating and was having an out of body experience. Finally I saw him, all dressed up in a suit and his name tag, looking more sharp than I had ever remembered seeing him. It took all I had in myself to not tackle him and hug him with all my might and tell him how much I've missed him. (I was still holding my breathe). I stood back for a while to examine what was happening.
As much as I could see the joy and shock in his eyes for him to see me, I could tell his eyes were also filled with sadness, anxiety, and tears. Slowly, with shaking hands, he handed his name tags to his mother and said "i guess I won't be needing these anymore." Before I knew it I was embracing my best friend--someone whom I haven't seen in two full years. At this very moment I recollected the last time I had seen him. On the day he left for the MTC, in the very same kitchen we were standing in, I had made him banana pancakes and we listened to jack johnson as it was snowing outside.
I snapped back to reality when his mom just smiled at us and suggested we go for a walk. I was still trying to figure out if the person I was standing next to was for real when I had a jacket around me and was pushed out the door. He grabbed my hand and we started walking through his nieghborhood in the mountains.
I was still trying to remember how to breathe when we just started talking about everything. Of course there were the regular missionary stories, the "remember whens", the "i haven't ______ in over two years!", and the "ive missed______", how we were feeling, and what to do with life now that it's officially starting. I explained that I finished the D&C like I promised him, and he told me I get a surprise! He was definitely the same friend I remembered from two years ago, but his spiritual level was so incredible I loved every minute that was passing and I didn't want it to end. I was trying to take it all in, remember every footstep, and I was still trying to comprehend that he was really there.
The stars were definitely shining bright that night, and he noticed this as he explained to me how much he had missed them for 2 years while being in Miami. Then he spotted a deer, and we laughed, and conversed, until we realized how cold it had gotten. The hours that had passed only seemed like minutes. We arrived back at the house to see Debbie, my sister, and Christian, her husband/Adam's best friend, there. We all exchanged hugs and were so excited to finally be reuinted as the four musketeers...or is it three? oh well lol. All night we were shown missionary pictures, cool things he had collected, and were taught crazy phrases in portuguese.
Before we knew it, it was time to call it a day. We all said goodbye and exchanged another needed hug.
As i drove home my brain was swimming with emotions, and what to think about everything. I was just glad that while we were walking we figured out what was going to happen with us. And well...we don't know what is actually going to happen, but we decided to just pick up where we left off and then to take our time and take it slow. Oh and we definitely agreed to NOT MENTION THE "M" WORD FOR THE NEXT SIX MONTHS! so hah! lol