Sometimes, in my facebook feed, up pops the boys who I dated my freshman year. I won't call them boyfriends, but I will call them friends.
They are dressing up funky and going to concerts.
Taking pictures of being covered in color.
Having rediculous dates with diffrent girls every time.
And I look at these pictures of these boys who I used to hold hands with and wonder.
Did I miss out on the quientissential BYU experince?
I never went 80's dancing.
I never went to the roller rink.
I never popped into a car with 5 other people (1 too many) and drove to the SL,UT to see some band preform.
I never went to a UVSC dance.
I didn't go out on a diffrent date with a diffrent boy every weekend.
The question remains:
Did I miss out?
Then I look over at David, sleeping next to me in the morning.
And I put my cold feet against him to wake him up.
And I realize that no, I didn't miss out one bit.
My life may not be exiciting at all.
I might not have friends who live within hangout distance.
I didn't do all the crazy things single kids at BYU do.
But I didn't miss out.
I got to get married to my best friend.
I get to see him grow up a little bit each day.
And get to grow up next to him.
I get to struggle and stretch and learn with him while we hold hands.
And watch 24 while eating southwest rolls from costco.
I love this life, and wouldn't trade it for the world.