Legal Adult

Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday. In the eyes of the government I can now vote, smoke, gamble, and go to war. I can get married without parental consent and sign all my own official forms. I find that rather crazy. One day you have very limited rights and 24 hours later you are an adult. Wierd. It was a nice birthday, I watched movies with Leah Lou and Lyssa and ate cake. Mmmmm.

This past weekend was a dear friend of mine, Lindsey's, wedding. She was the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. White dress, and the biggest smile on her face. During the ceremony she couldn't keep her eyes off of her husband. She had told me the night before that "when the right one comes along you'll just know."

Maybe this year will be the year I meet "the right one." I'm not usually too bothered by my singlehood. But lately that wishing seems to be more aqute. Ever since graduation I've had so many people ask me if I have a boyfriend. When I respond with no, they give me a look of pity. Camp has always made the single thing harder. Simply because I'm spending weeks in the company of good christian guys it makes me wish I had a guy like them to spend lots of time with. And you have that camp relationship thing happening too. My dearest friend Lauren is dating a fellow counselor John....(they're stinking adorable together.) Michelle has a nifty boyfriend whom she tells me romantic stories about. James is dating a girl I have known since I was like 5 years old. It's hard. It's hard typing about this when my little sister is sitting on the couch with her boyfriend 3 feet away.

This came out really depressing. But I believe he's out there. And I'll find him....until then, I like who I am.

-Em