ice shavings of a strange phenomena

summer snowflakes of cotton danced in the gauzy june breeze, trailing their way down upon our patio.  we ate dinner outside today. grilled vegetables {asparagus, potatoes, peppers, and carrots} with succulent seasoned steak. and smoothies. it was lovely.

i told my family the story. the story of today. reaching the conclusion that i don't know really anything, and am perplexed beyond measure.
and that consequences of what i choose... what i choose in the near future {year} will have enormous ramifications.
while chewing my juicy steak i recounted my torn feelings.
and,
{as most conversations involving my potential / non-existent / complicated dating life}, it came full circle to huntman.
and,
it was discovered {as most all my meltdowns are} that the ice shavings of today were merely added crystals to the iceberg of missing hunter, as well as trying to make sense of how men and women communicate.  my brother pulled me onto his lap where i just cried.
it's really hard, to remember. it's almost been an entire year.
fortunately, my wondrous family is there to remind me that it was magical; we did glow and sparkle, ; i was marvelously happy.

so

i am going to take their advice {which was rather a lot} but the major nugget being :
to have faith in love like i have faith in heavenly father
to trust that what happens will be alright
to be understanding and supportive,
to try and accept this strange phenomena of missionary that he is. because i am my own strange phenomena as well.