"You've Made a Difference"

The last Sunday of the month, is a very dangerous day of the month. It's easy to lose your identity amidst the confusion of trying to home teach and be home taught while your fiancee is visiting teaching, being visit taught, and being home taught. If you add church, a meeting with the bishop, homework, and an evening missionary farewell, you've got yourself a busy day. Who am I? Am I receiving or sharing the lesson? When's my next appointment? When will there be time to read my Spanish assignment? Am I Spanish? What's my name? Juan? No, that doesn't sound right. Well....maybe...no! that's my last name. Kyle Juan. Okay, I'm from Spain, but what am I doing here? What's my agenda? Who is the king of Spain? Does Spain have a king? Am I the king of Spain? I must return to the father land! Mi pueblo me necesita!

Yesterday I got a scam email allegedly from PayPal. It said I was randomly selected to verify my account information so they can see that I'm the only person using my account. What? That makes no sense. So, I went to the PayPal site and forwarded the email to them. They sent me back an email thanking me for reporting the scam, and then said "you've made a difference". I don't think anyone has ever said that to me before. It was such an unusual thing to say, but it felt good. I've made a difference.

It's not like I ever forget that I'm engaged, but sometimes, like a couple of nights ago, I'll see the ring on Becca's finger and I feel like Charlie felt when he found the golden ticket. I'm just so excited and pleasantly surprised. We went to Barnes and Noble last night to look at a cake book. It made me hungry for cake and even made me want to try and make a wedding cake of my own. Not for the wedding though. Maybe it could be a graduation cake, or a Valentines day cake, or a February 4th cake.

Congratulations! You've unlocked the mall.

Looking for places to live is really exciting. All the affordable apartments are pretty small, but what do we need a big apartment for? We just need room for a card table so that Thursday nights we can invite the Johnsons over for bridge. That's what married people do, right? So far I like Skuffs's apartment and Councilina's apartment. They both have their pluses. Tuesday I'll call and see if we could get in to either of those complexes. Tonight we just had a great dinner with my roommates and Becca's roommates. I was worried that it would be ruined due to lack of preparation on my end, but Becca and her apartment really pulled through. Now Becca is here, so I'm going to watch 30 Rock with her now. Peace.

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I had an unprecedented experience today. I had an interview with the bishop while Becca was getting an interview with the same bishop. It was sooooo cool, and it saves a ton of time. Why did we have an interview with the bishop? Well, in case you haven't heard, WE'RE ENGAGED!!!!!!! I've known that I wanted to marry her for a quite a while, and lately we've been discussing marriage so much that I felt comfortable that she would say yes if I were to propose. And then when we picked out a ring I was even more certain she would say yes. Then, when we started trying to find a place for us to live I was 99.9% sure she would say yes. It got to the point where if I didn't hurry up we would be married with three kids before I even proposed. A while ago I was thinking a proposal in February and a wedding at the end of the summer would be perfect, but why wait?!? I proposed yesterday, and we're getting married May 17th in the Oakland Temple (if anyone out there is stalking me, this is some juicy information for you). All last week I was a little stressed about how to propose. I was aware that when people found out that Becca is engaged the first thing they would want to see is the ring, and then they'll ask how I proposed. Then they'll get around to asking who she's marrying some time later. I knew the ring was great because 1. she helped me pick it out and 2. she has great taste. The proposal however scared me. It seems like the perfect proposal is planned for weeks and involves trained doves and a field of roses, but I just want to get engaged, not set a Guiness World Record. So I proposed to her in my car, in a church parking lot in American Fork. It may not sound like much, but it was amazing because Becca was with me and she said yes, and she cried, and we're so happy. I even got a little teary eyed when I thought of the fact that I know who I'm going to marry. It's no longer an abstract concept. I can now envision the rest of my life and eternity and know who will be by my side. I'm going to marry Becca Anderson. I'm even getting teary eyed right now. Maybe Becca is rubbing off on me a little bit, or maybe I just haven't ever been this happy before. It's hard to get back into the routine of school now. It would be nice if me and Becca could just spend every second having fun and planning the wedding. I should be doing homework right now, but I wanted to record a little about this big event in my life.

Now that we're engaged I feel entitled to be a little sappy. If sappy things make you sick, I suggest you go to http://www.whiteninjacomics.com/ instead of reading this.

I love Becca. Sometimes she'll look at me with a really cute smile that melts my heart. I'm so lucky. I was sure that no one would ever love me, but Becca came along and proved me wrong. Not only does someone love me, but it's her. It's Becca. Beautiful Becca. Blissful Becca. Bright-eyed Becca, Bodacious Becca. She makes me happy, and makes me want to be a better person. I know I'll be happy with her.