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In which I am near to bursting.

I love my life.
Today I was visiting taught and home taught, both for the first time in months. And I love my visiting and home teachers so much already. My visiting teachers especially are such wonderful examples of kindness and going the extra mile. I want to be just like them when I grow up. =)
And it's raining. RAINING! I love rain. This is fantastic.
I get to go hear my little brother give a talk today. I get to go play with all my cousins.
I love my major. My homework this weekend was: write in the chords for about 15 children's songs and then figure out how to play them on the ukulele. Do a full chordal analysis of "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess. Practice Bach and Mozart for hours on the piano. And do some sightsinging. Yes please! (minus the sightsinging assignment of death....)
I also have the world's greatest roommates, who I can laugh with, cry with, and work on my Beyonce dance moves with.
And....my boyfriend's pretty rad too. I'm pretty lucky that he lets me hang out with him every single day. And that he buys me hot chocolate when it's freezing outside.
Basically, I'm feeling so many happy emotions that it seems like I might explode in a second. It's almost physically painful.

But...simply wonderful.

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