Lori, (Law) you're gonna love this. I hope you still read my blog. Ps. I love you.
I am the classic over-thinker. I blame it on my mom; she taught me how. I over-think everything! My first day of 11th grade I had an anxiety attack and passed out in my cereal bowl. True story. I'd like to share with you another true story.
Once upon a time, my little brother had a best friend named Nate. Nate was not only really, really cute, but he was also a drummer, had good hair, and was the sweetest, funniest guy ever. We "secretly" had crushes on each other. He was my little brother's BFF, but he was only a sophomore when I was a senior, so it wasn't that creepy. Think Bella and Jacob.
Anyway, my senior year I asked Nate to Morp, a girls' choice dance following prom. Brother was still in junior high so it worked out conveniently. Nate said yes and we were excited.
I was excited, but also nervous. Not to go with Nate, because he was so easy to be around and have fun with...but I was nervous for pictures. See, Nate was really cute. I wanted to look really cute in the picture so we could both have a cute picture of us being ridiculously good-looking. I thought about it A LOT. Too much. I don't know why. I'm a photogenic girl, but I was SO nervous about the pictures.
Finally, the moment came. He sat me on his lap and the photographer said, "Smile!" Instead, this happened:
Yeah. Really. I know, right? Wow.
I'll give you a minute to enjoy that. Trust me, there were A LOT of laughs by my family at my expense!
When pictures came out I was beyond horrified. I refused to show Nate, but he eventually convinced me, and after a few mutual giggles, said he still thought I looked hot. He kept saying, "Just imagine your mouth in a smile!" He even wrote me a note after to convince me I wasn't horrifying.
We had a lot of fun at the dance, but afterward we went back to a friend's house and hung out in the back yard. Something horrid was growing in a surrounding field and my allergies went WILD. I couldn't stop sneezing and my eyes were so itchy. My nose was red and swollen, and my eyes were bloodshot, watery, and puffy. I was not pretty. I was miserable and we ended up heading home early to get me some benedryl. I felt so bad about the disaster of the after-dance party, and was near tears (I didn't even know about the pictures yet!) but Nate convinced me that he had a great time and that I was beautiful. I even got a goodnight kiss, followed by a "Don't tell your brother!" Aw Nate, you're such a sweetheart!
Nate is now also married, with a super hot wife. Their wedding was 80's themed and their invites were totally awesome. I was sick for their wedding and was really sad, but I heard it was really radical.
Needless to say, Nate is a one-of-a-kind guy; one that his momma can be proud of.
Nate, you're a favorite. Don't ever change!