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I had Josh's formal this past Saturday. It was the first time he saw me dressed up, and vice versa. When I snuck a peek of him getting dressed and fancy, I got anxious. He looked so good. Would I look just as good next to him? I did my makeup and looked at my hair that was so perfectly styled by his brother. When we finally unveiled our final looks to each other, I think we both were lost for words. He said I looked beautiful, and he definitely looked handsome. We posed for the traditional barrage of photos, along with a selfie of us with his parents. I really do enjoy his entire family. They're all such sweet people and seem to actually like me for some crazy reason. After photos, we headed to formal. We discovered there was no elevator to bring us to his friends room in the hotel. It rare times like those that I actually notice the wheelchair. I know some people would see it as a burden or a difficult obstacle, but I've just adapted to it. It has it's fair share of useful moments for sure. We sat in the cafe downstairs in the hotel and just chatted. He looked so amazing under the dimmed lights. They cast this amazing glow on his face that made me think of how lucky I am that this incredible guy is mine. I ended up being my typical clumsy self and spilled water on my dress. It wasn't a huge deal. We went to his other friends room and watched as the other people flooded in. I counted a total of 18-20 college kids in one hotel room taking shots, making drinks, and getting prepared for the event. My social anxiety kicked in, but I had Josh there to shield me from the other humans in close proximity. When the actual formal began, Josh and I grabbed a couple rum and cokes and watched the formal slowly become a club in Manhattan. Every girl there was dressed rather...interestingly. Josh and I drank and kissed and people watched. It was the most fun I had had in a while. The past week has been a very stressful one, so a night to relax was fun. I anticipated staying the night with Josh but my parents wouldn't have it. Instead, I got home at 3:30am and passed out, wishing I was in his arms.
Monday was our one month anniversary. We've known each other such a short period of time, yet we've grown so much together. We compliment each other in just the right ways, and keep each other sane when one of us is having a bad day. My love life is as complete as I've ever felt. I have a boyfriend who I can show off to everyone I know, and they all think he's just as handsome as I do. He's smart, sweet, funny, and so caring. He would do almost anything for me, and I'd do the same for him. Spring break is approaching for me, and I'm going to take full advantage. I'm going to see Josh more than once a week and maybe even do some much needed cleaning. After that, I have about 3 more weeks of school then I'm out till September. I just keep thinking about the summer and what an amazing time that's going to be. The countdown is on until I have my summer freedom. I can almost taste it.