X(mas) Marks the Banquet:

Last night as you know from yesterday’s writings was the Christmas banquet. Last night, all beauty took on a new name: Rebecca Miller. I wanted to: a) die, b) faint, c) scream like an excited little school girl, and d) start blushing like mad and telling her how amazingly gorgeous she looked. I went with option d). I didn’t think that having a dead, fainted, or embarrassingly giddy would have made her night enjoyable. I think my heart was ready to explode as I saw her descend the stairs.

Becca is a beautiful girl, even when she lacks her contacts and make up. I make a note of letting her know that I think she looks nice. I normally end up qualifying those statements by a “not like that is different than any other day” - but last night she stopped me. She looks ravishing. I do not think in my entire life I have seen someone that embodied beauty and purity all in one until now. I am beyond honored to say that I am her boyfriend....that she is my girlfriend. Again, God has truly blessed me.

I know that I have said in times past, and I wish to stick to this, that I am keeping the details of our relationship out of this blog, but last night was significant.

I am the luckiest man alive.