I'm working on it! It's a weakness of mine, and I would just like to formally apologize if any of you have felt forgotten or unloved--because I assure you that's not the case! I think about you and pray for you all often.
And, I'm doing very well! BYU is amazing...definitely an adjustment (college=HARD), but I have absolutely loved it here. I'm slowly getting to know the girls around me. My roommate and I get along perfectly, and I would definitely consider her my best friend here so far; then there's some girls in my hall who I've gotten pretty close with...and a few others here and there. SO, it's going well. A few guy friends-ish, but I've kinda been lazy in that arena. I love my classes. They're hard, like I said, but I am learning and growing a lot (I hope I am anyway...)--especially as I set my study schedules, etc. Balance...the neverending challenge in life. I love it here though! BYU is just so incredible. The atmosphere, the professors, the people...I just love it. And the DEVOTIONALS...I just got back from listening to President Monson speak in the Marriot Center. I had goosebumps for an hour and a half straight--from the second he walked into the room (as the entire room rose instantly and was completely silent and still...a section of the packed arena began a chorus of "We Thank Thee O God, for a Prophet"...it was glorious), through his funny stories and his earnest testimony of all of the prophets who preceded him. I love this man. I truly have a testimony that he is the prophet of God on this earth today, and that he loves us all so much. His light and warmth emanated up to me from a few thousand feet away, and I felt that testimony so strongly just an hour ago, and that same spirit resides with me now. I am so grateful for the gospel, and for the light and comfort it is in my life. Thank you all for being there for me, and for caring about me enough to get angry when I don't write you. :) I love you all so SO much. Keep in touch!
Alright, I need to go study now... ew.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
So, here's how it's going to happen...
November 3rd, 2016. 9:33pm. A deserted street in Cambridge, Massachussets (near the Harvard Law School campus, of course). The cobblestones are coated with a clean sheet of thin ice, and lightly dusted with the beginnings off Winter's first snowfall. A beautiful, stylishly-if-impracticably-clad young woman in her mid-20's makes her way across the darkened campus.
Her serendipidous encounter with a particularly treacherous patch of ice proved more fortunate for her eternal happiness than for her Jimmy Choo high heels.
November 3rd, 2016. 9:33pm. Just a blocks away...a ruggedly handsome 28-year-old steps off the curb outside of the Cambridge Private Hospital and begins making his way back home through the light snowfall. As he passes his alma mater, Harvard Medical School, he notices a beautiful young woman as she steps off of the curb just ahead of him, and onto the cobblestoned road. She looks distracted. Her arms are laden with books, and her strides are long and brisk-full of purpose and intent. A law student, no doubt. He nods as he mentally confirms his hypothesis, noting that Harvard Law was just around the corner from where they both currently walked. As these thoughts surfaced in his consciousness, a small yelp broke the silent scene and he watched the woman struggle to regain balance after an encounter with a small patch of ice. She twisted awkwardly and rather humorously in her attempts, but gravity got the best of her, and she fell backward in the snow. He, being the chilvarous English doctor that he was, immediately jogged forward, and knelt beside her. "Are you alright?" He asked in a rich british accent. He looked down at the woman, expecting to see a stranger, but was instead surprised to see a familiar face--made moreso by the laughter shaping its features.
And it was there--in that very moment--that Abby Wells turned to face the man who would very soon become her eternal companion.
She was hurt. That was made obvious by the odd angle at which the bones in her ankle were jutting. Yet the doctor couldn't help but smile at her good humor. The sight of him stifled her laughter, and as his old BYU buddy looked up at him with a surprised smile, he couldn't help but laugh. They exchanged greetings and laughed as he examined her bruised and swollen foot. The long-lost best friends met at the traditional tunnel-singing event at BYU several years earlier, and had been inseparable up until his mission. (Singing: one of his many talents). He returned from his mission in Thailand and immediately left for medical school in Cambridge, MA. Between missions, field studies, and the medical school 3,000 miles away, the once-inseparable friends (friends and only friends, I might add...absolutely NO previous romantic interest) had grown apart. And yet, here they were: now a second-year law student, and a third-year Medical resident...reconnecting in this peculiar setting. This time around, however, romantic sparks are present; and the two find themselves enthralled in one another.
They spend Thanksgiving at his family's chateau in the South of France. His mother and his siblings simply adore her, and his father is immensely impressed with her international experiences and life accomplishments. She is soon a favorite among everyone in the household--a status that makes him fall that much more deeply in love with her. Christmas is spent with her family in Arizona. His charming and humorous personality instantly capture the hearts of her friends and family, and his inherent Christlike interest in others is unequivocal in anyone she's ever known.
The intensity of their relationship flourishes as they each continue their studies in law and medicine. The engagment occurs in April. He surprises her with a weekend-visit to Provo to visit her old friends. The night they arrive, she is blind-folded and lead to a darkened tunnel...he whispers Spanish poetry into her ear.
The ring is an antique--a family heirloom as it turns out... passed down through several generations. He slips it onto her finger, and a question is asked. All she can do is smile through joyful tears as he holds her close in his capable arms.
They are married on the 14th of October in the Mesa, Arizona temple. They honeymoon in Santorini, Greece.
He found a high-paying job as a neurosurgeon in Cambridge as she finished her final year of law school. Upon graduation, she was immediately hired by one of the twenty six law firms who offered her partner positions, and the couple found themselves living in Manhattan as she practiced International Adoption Law and worked for the UN as a senior advisor in International Development. He worked as a Neurosurgeon for a private hospital in Manhattan. After two years in New York, they are both transferred to London, England. Shortly after the move, they expect their first of six children. Abby quits her jobs, and devotes herself to motherhood. After twelve years in London, they decide to return to the states, and they eventually settle in Boston, Massachussets and Mesa, Arizona. They spend their summers living in Uganda where they run a seasonal clinic. He offers medical assistance to the natives, and she conducts research and runs a small school.
AND....they live happily ever after :)
Her serendipidous encounter with a particularly treacherous patch of ice proved more fortunate for her eternal happiness than for her Jimmy Choo high heels.
November 3rd, 2016. 9:33pm. Just a blocks away...a ruggedly handsome 28-year-old steps off the curb outside of the Cambridge Private Hospital and begins making his way back home through the light snowfall. As he passes his alma mater, Harvard Medical School, he notices a beautiful young woman as she steps off of the curb just ahead of him, and onto the cobblestoned road. She looks distracted. Her arms are laden with books, and her strides are long and brisk-full of purpose and intent. A law student, no doubt. He nods as he mentally confirms his hypothesis, noting that Harvard Law was just around the corner from where they both currently walked. As these thoughts surfaced in his consciousness, a small yelp broke the silent scene and he watched the woman struggle to regain balance after an encounter with a small patch of ice. She twisted awkwardly and rather humorously in her attempts, but gravity got the best of her, and she fell backward in the snow. He, being the chilvarous English doctor that he was, immediately jogged forward, and knelt beside her. "Are you alright?" He asked in a rich british accent. He looked down at the woman, expecting to see a stranger, but was instead surprised to see a familiar face--made moreso by the laughter shaping its features.
And it was there--in that very moment--that Abby Wells turned to face the man who would very soon become her eternal companion.
She was hurt. That was made obvious by the odd angle at which the bones in her ankle were jutting. Yet the doctor couldn't help but smile at her good humor. The sight of him stifled her laughter, and as his old BYU buddy looked up at him with a surprised smile, he couldn't help but laugh. They exchanged greetings and laughed as he examined her bruised and swollen foot. The long-lost best friends met at the traditional tunnel-singing event at BYU several years earlier, and had been inseparable up until his mission. (Singing: one of his many talents). He returned from his mission in Thailand and immediately left for medical school in Cambridge, MA. Between missions, field studies, and the medical school 3,000 miles away, the once-inseparable friends (friends and only friends, I might add...absolutely NO previous romantic interest) had grown apart. And yet, here they were: now a second-year law student, and a third-year Medical resident...reconnecting in this peculiar setting. This time around, however, romantic sparks are present; and the two find themselves enthralled in one another.
They spend Thanksgiving at his family's chateau in the South of France. His mother and his siblings simply adore her, and his father is immensely impressed with her international experiences and life accomplishments. She is soon a favorite among everyone in the household--a status that makes him fall that much more deeply in love with her. Christmas is spent with her family in Arizona. His charming and humorous personality instantly capture the hearts of her friends and family, and his inherent Christlike interest in others is unequivocal in anyone she's ever known.
The intensity of their relationship flourishes as they each continue their studies in law and medicine. The engagment occurs in April. He surprises her with a weekend-visit to Provo to visit her old friends. The night they arrive, she is blind-folded and lead to a darkened tunnel...he whispers Spanish poetry into her ear.
The ring is an antique--a family heirloom as it turns out... passed down through several generations. He slips it onto her finger, and a question is asked. All she can do is smile through joyful tears as he holds her close in his capable arms.
They are married on the 14th of October in the Mesa, Arizona temple. They honeymoon in Santorini, Greece.
He found a high-paying job as a neurosurgeon in Cambridge as she finished her final year of law school. Upon graduation, she was immediately hired by one of the twenty six law firms who offered her partner positions, and the couple found themselves living in Manhattan as she practiced International Adoption Law and worked for the UN as a senior advisor in International Development. He worked as a Neurosurgeon for a private hospital in Manhattan. After two years in New York, they are both transferred to London, England. Shortly after the move, they expect their first of six children. Abby quits her jobs, and devotes herself to motherhood. After twelve years in London, they decide to return to the states, and they eventually settle in Boston, Massachussets and Mesa, Arizona. They spend their summers living in Uganda where they run a seasonal clinic. He offers medical assistance to the natives, and she conducts research and runs a small school.
AND....they live happily ever after :)
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