Fantastic Thing No. 4

Life is more fun when you get really into things.

As one who is constantly talking down to myself, convincing myself that I’m nothing special, and making myself feel otherwise inadequate, I feel that it’s ok sometimes to talk about the things I’m good at.

You know, as long as I don’t get too narcissistic. :)

But guys, if there’s one thing I think I’m pretty good at, it’s using my imagination and totally plunging into another world. :) I’m serious, once I’m in that other world, I am IN that other world! My brain no longer knows the life I’ve lived for near 24 years. I am, and always was, a wizard (well, witch), a seeker of a fabled flute, an Oscar’s event planner, etc. Three of my favorite recent adventures? Read on!

Scenario 1: Avenger

There’s an elementary school close to where I live. One time, my roommates and I decided to play there because, well, we felt like it. It has a huge rope structure that looks like a giant spider web, a weirdo piece of metal that you try to climb up and then slide down, swings, monkey bars, a play set with a captain’s wheel or two, etc. The whole thing reminded me of the Avengers, mostly because of the spider web. I felt like freakin the Black Widow! All of the sudden, I was an Avenger at Avenger Training Camp. Everyone had to choose a name and a power, and everything was a matter of life and death. Also, I think I was like 5 years old. (Explains the life and death importance.) As a dauntless leader I sailed our ship through mighty waters. Oh, the treachery! Swift as a ninja I scaled the web. Upon reaching the top, I made the boldest, truest speech of all speeches, its memory transcending the test of time through books and movies and legends passed down from generation to generation, but the work itself being so pure and moving in its brilliant craft that it could never, ever be replicated. My life had meaning and purpose, and it was to save the world. I knew that Avenger Training Camp was going to help me fulfill my destiny.

Then it was time to go home because, well, you know, finals.

Scenario 2: Professional Stat-Keeper

It’s basketball season for my youngest brother. A couple Saturdays ago, he had two games, and I went to both. My dad couldn’t attend either game, so he asked me to send him updates. Not that I mind keeping him the loop, but texting updates to my family during games can SUCK. You can’t just watch the game! But it’s cool. Another younger brother (Daniel) was also at the games, and he was texting our oldest brother (Michael) updates, so once he found out I was texting our dad, he’s like, “Hey, send those to Michael, too!” At that point, the first game was about over. The second game was in another gym, so we walked over once the first game was done. Michael met us there. I texted the rest of my family members before Game 2 to see if anyone else wanted updates. Then this happened:

Me:  Welcome to the OHS Sophomore Basketball Team Update Service. Our services include score updates at the end of every quarter, as well as updates on our Spotlight Player. Today’s Spotlight is: Enoch Fiso (#11). The game will begin shortly. Thank you for choosing the OHS Sophomore Basketball Team Update Service.

Dad: Thank you!

Dad: Is he playing?

Me: I’m sorry, this game has not started yet. Our services will begin at tipoff.

Sister: :)

Me: Game has started. Fiso is not yet playing.

Dad: Who are they playing?

Me: OHS vs. Jordan

Dad: Is he playing?

Me: Today’s Spotlight has just entered the game. 2:56 left in the 1^st quarter.

Me: End of 1^st Quarter: 5-15 Tigers. Fiso with 1 #SICK block and 1 rebound.

Dad: Great!

Me: Enoch Fiso with a 3!

Dad: Great! How is his defense?

Brother: Nice.

Me: He’s playing a good game.

Me: Fiso with a layup!

Dad: Yahoo!

Me (format borrowed from texts ESPN sends me): OHS lead JHS 30-21 at halftime. OHS: E Fiso 5pts, 4reb, 1blk.

Me (but it was actually Daniel): One super sick block! Michael got it on camera.

Me: That was from our intern, Daniel Fiso.

Me: Start of the 3^rd quarter, Fiso still in.

Mom: Awesome

Dad: Send me the block, please.

Me: Our services to not include instant replays. …plus, it’s hard to see on his phone anyway. Better on a computer.

(sidenote: Michael was filming on a GoPro, and he was streaming it through his phone)

Me: Enoch Fiso Fiso was fouled but only made one free throw.

Dad: Okay. Cheer him on!

Me: Missed two free throws.

Me: OHS down 39-42 at the end of the 3^rd.

Dad: How is Enoch playing?

Me: He’s tired.

Sister: Bummer!

Me: 2 free throws in.

Mom: Yea!!!!!!!!!

Dad: How much time remaining?

Me: 1:05 remaining. Enoch just put in a free throw.

Sister: He is shooting a lot of free throws!

Me: Just made two free throws. Orem wins 61-54. Stats to follow.

At this point, I just sent over the list of stats I’d been keeping without formatting them like ESPN does. But I figure that’s one way to get through having to text people the whole game! :)

Scenario 3: Secret Agent (Op PX)

Some of my siblings and I have been scheming for a full year. Our plan? Operation Polar Express. :) Basically we’re sneaking out after our parents lay out our Santa presents in the wee hours of Christmas morning, picking up Michael and Elise, going to 7/11 to get slurpees/hot chocolate, reading The Polar Express, and looking at Christmas lights. But we’re not just doing that. No, it’s a SECRET MISSION. :) We’ve devised a plan, given ourselves nick names, and even labeled areas in our house to fit the occasion! For example: The front door = Port of Entry 1. Back Doors = Port of Entry 2A and PoE 2B. Stairways = Shafts. Our house = Home Base. Michael and Elise’s house = Orem South Base. etc. It’s AWESOME. I sent this text out to the peeps to brief them on our upcoming adventure. This is where I was feeling particularly proud of myself:

Attention OpPX Team:

37.5 hours until commencement. Here’s a list of the nicknames I have so far:

Squad 1

Michael: Coach

Elise:

Squad 2

Melissa: Assistant to the Regional Manager

Stephanie: Aurora

Daniel: D Mack

Aaron: Red Leader

Enoch: Echo Foxtrot

Plan: Squad 2 leaves Home Base at appr. 0200 hours on Christmas Morning. Arrive at Orem South Base at appr. 0210 hours. Hit up 7-11, drive around seeking out impressive Christmas displays, read the Polar Express. Return Squad 1 to Orem South Base appr. 0300 hours. Squad 2 returns to Home Base appr. 0307. Fall out.

Michael and Elise texted me back correcting their nicknames, to which I responded informing them that these changes had been updated in the mission database. I’ll have to let you know how this one turns out, because we’re all so stoked for it! :)

Like I said:

Life?

Life is good.

And sometimes, it’s even better when you get really into things. :)

Fantastic Thing No. 3

I'm breaking the little pattern I have going on here. Not that daydreams and fantastic things have to be in a pattern, anyway. I just really don't have any little interests or squishes to daydream about. Sometimes I wish I did because life has a way getting a little bit more exciting when I do, but my life is already exciting enough in its own simple way, so I get along fine with my love life (or the imaginations of such a life) sitting in the corner collecting dust.

Funny, though, how that kinda ties in with the thought I just had. Didn't do that on purpose... :) Anyway. I'm currently in the process of re-reading the Harry Potter series. There's SO MUCH I don't remember from those books. I'm on the second book now and Harry is staying with the Weasley's before they go back to Hogwarts. I just read this paragraph:

"Harry heard from Hogwarts one sunny morning about a week after he had arrived at the Burrow. He and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked over her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Pretending he hadn't noticed this, Harry sat down and took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him."

I can relate, Ginny.

Why is this a fantastic thing? It's not really. But this is how I'm stretching it: Fantastic. Fantasy. Harry Potter. Ginny and I have red hair and can totally relate to not knowing how to act around boys. ...except that she's like 11 right here and I'm two months shy of 24...

it's cool.

But seriously. Does anyone else's charm and wit and, I dunno, ENTIRE BRAIN just go into hibernation mode like a narcoleptic dog when an attractive man is in the room?? (Go Youtube narcoleptic dogs. Saddest/funniest things!) I frantically try to arouse my faculties like, "Come on, wake up! I know you have something relevant to say!" at which point my brain sits straight up like Wat in A Knight's Tale and blurts out something like "TANSY CAKES!!"

...my brain, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm hopeful, though, because Ginny eventually gets herself together and marries HARRY FREAKING POTTER. Being a late bloomer may have its perks. :)

life? life is good. :)

Fantastic Thing No. 2

‘fantastic’

/fæntæst̥ɪk/

Have you ever actually thought about that word?

What do you think ‘fantastic’ means? Mostly, when we use that word, it’s just a way to express that we feel that something is really good. And that’s not wrong, but really, if you want to further master your use of language, then you should understand the more accurate definition of this word.

Look at the first part of the word:

fantas-tic

What other words can you think of that start this way?

fantas-y, fantas-ize, etc.

Does it come as a surprise, then, to know that this is the first definition of the word ‘fantastic?”

‘fantastic’ : ‘imaginative or fanciful; remote from reality’

Let me tell you why this is so cool:

Because I did not even really think about that when I named this blog.

I just thought that “Daydreams and Fantastic Things” sounded cool. Really, this was intended to be a blog where I could give my daydreams more life than just existing inside my head. A place where, just for fun, the endings to my everyday situations were conveniently always perfect! (NOT LIKE CHICK FLICKS THOUGH. ROMANTIC COMEDIES MOSTLY MAKE ME SICK.)

It was something that just came to me: Daydreams and Fantastic Things.

But it’s totally fitting!

Because what are daydreams, if not fantasies? (I mean that in the most innocent way.)

What is daydreaming, if not fantasizing?

Gold. :)

(referring to the word choice employed in my title of this blog, not answering that last question, which was intended to be rhetorical)

Also, my linguistic brain is now exploding.

Think of this: the words ‘cool’ and ‘hot’ are both used to denote positive feelings toward something. Those words are opposites. It’s kind of a testament of the fact that there are all kinds of beautiful. There is more than one right opinion. A slight linguistic paradox, if you will, that teaches us something quite remarkable!

And these(!!):

REMARK-able. WONDER-ful. AMAZE-ing. AWE-some. MAGNIFI-cent.

And a really cool one I just learned more about: ‘tremendous.’ It comes from the Latin root ‘tremere’ which means ‘tremble.’ Something so grand and/or great and/or intense that it causes one to TREMBLE. Now, will you use this word to describe something that causes you to tremble in fear or in awe? Something awesome could also be tremendous! GAH. WORDS.

Think about the words you use!! There are so many ways to express yourself in this wonderful language of ours! And I’m positive that other languages also have hidden gems in them that produce such amazing realizations!

Life, my dears, is a beautiful thing. :)

Daydream No. 2

The office is FREEZING.

Frigid.

Not quite biting, but we’re flirting with that line.

Every day, she wears the same jacket. It’s a great jacket, don’t get me wrong. It’s actually pretty fantastic. However, girls don’t like to wear the same thing every day, for any good thing, no matter how great, repeated day after day after day after day after day eventually loses its value. Make your arguments, but with clothes? Yeah. The same outfit gets boring.

And wearing that jacket every day? Well, she loved it, and she normally wouldn’t care what the people around her think about what clothes she wears, or what jacket she repeats every day. It's her warmest jacket, after all.

But this time, she's all concerned about it because there's an attractive man that also works in the office on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, and he's never going to see how cute she looks.

yeah. It's one of those things.

She walks into work on Friday, the first one there. Of course. She goes down to the cafe to get a glass of water because she forgot her water bottle again. Really?? She's super absent-minded sometimes, don't worry about it. She rides the elevator back up to her floor, turns the corner to head to her desk and BAM. Mr. Attractive is there. They had just had kind of a bonding moment the day before, plus he's a super nice guy anyway, so he looks up as she walks by, smiles, and says hello. Of course, she smiles back and greets him as she continues to her desk.

He starts singing Rude by Mag!c to himself, which of course makes her silently laugh to herself. It was one of those cute-goofy things. As more of the team trickles into the office, a conversation strikes up and she can't help but notice how good he looks. Seriously, he's pretty handsome. The group conversation starts to die off and she turns back to her work.

And then the bomb drops.

She overhears him talking to another guy on the team.

Other Guy: "So who will you be working with?"
Mr. Attractive: "I'll be working on So-and-So's team."
Other Guy: "That's great! When do you start?"
Mr. Attractive: "Tuesday, so today's my last day."

WHAT?!?!?

Other Guy: "And you'll be down in Provo, right?"

Mr. Attractive: "Yep! It'll be nice not to have to drive up here anymore..."

Seriously??? It's his last day?? After she's only known him for about two weeks, and just BARELY started to be interested in him THE DAY BEFORE??

Of course, she thinks. That would happen to me.

Welp, looks like she's just going to have to make the best of today, because there's nothing else she can do.

As the work day progresses, she decides to take off her jacket. It's a warmer day in the office, anyway, though still characteristically brisk. Plus, it's Mr. Attractive's last day, and gosh dang it, she planned her outfit days ago knowing he was coming in today!

Her phone vibrates inside her pocket. It's her brother.

Bro: You going to the boys' football game today? (It's the last game of the season, and she'd have to ditch work to get there on time.)
Girl: I'm taking two days off next week for Ragnar, so I don't really want to ask to leave for the game.
Bro: Little Freshman Brother is starting on the special teams.
Girl: WHAT?!?! I'M GOING. COME PICK ME UP ON YOUR WAY.

Family first, ya know.

Plus... he's a freshman. STARTING VARSITY.

IN THE LAST GAME OF THE YEAR.

Game changer. :)

Eventually, lunch hour rolls around and the team makes their way down to the cafe to get some food. She and Kind-Of Boss find a place for the team to seat while the rest of the team finishes getting their lunches. Intentionally, she sits next to two empty seats. Actual Boss sits in the farther open seat, but unfortunately, Mr. Attractive takes his seat across the table. meh. The rest of the team takes their seats and the lunch conversation begins.

At one point, the topic of leaving early comes up.

Actual Boss: "Kind-Of Boss, you taking off early today?"
Kind-Of Boss: "Wasn't planning on it. But if you want to leave early, I can leave early!"
*chatter. She waits for an opening in the convo. It comes.*
Girl: "Speaking of leaving early, my little brothers have a football game today. One's a senior, so it's his last game, and the other's a freshman and he's starting varsity. Can I leave at 1:30 (aka: basically right after lunch) so I can go?"
Bosses: "Yeah, that should be fine!" It takes two of them to give me time off. :)

...her. It takes two of them to give her time off.

Mr. Attractive: "No!"
Girl: "Oh, *name of Mr. Attractive* says I can't go... ;)" He has no say in this matter. It was more comedic/sarcastic.
Mr. Attractive: "Everyone's leaving early, we need someone to stay with us!"
Everyone laughs it off and the lunch conversation moves on.

I'm not going to see her again! he thinks to himself. He watches her as she sends a text message on her phone. Her hair looks amazing. Her freckles are beautiful. This girl is gorgeous. He can't let her just walk out of his life! They just barely started to get to know each other! Before she looks up from her phone and sees him staring at her, he shifts his gaze.

She finishes her text to her brother letting him know that she officially got work off to ride up with him to the game. Guess what? The cafe is colder than the office upstairs. The things girls do to impress men... (and half the time they don't even notice!) She's already finished eating her food, so she waits for everyone else to finish their meals and continues in on the lunch chatter. She steals a glance at Mr. Attractive because FRICK. He's good-looking. And smart. And funny. And kind of a goof. And they just barely started to be friends. And she's not going to get any more of these stolen glances, so why not? Her phone vibrates again: Brother will be there in about twenty minutes. She rubs her arm trying to get some heat on her bare skin.

He notices. :)

Mr. Attractive: "Hey, are you cold?"
Girl: "Oh, I'm okay!" She never shows any sign of weakness.
Mr. Attractive: "Do you want my jacket? It's pretty cold down here!"
Girl: "I'm fine, really. You don't have to give me your jacket. :)" Fiercely independent, this one. Plus, she doesn't want to appear desperate, taking off her own jacket on purpose, banking on his chivalrous nature to tend to her. Really, she just wanted him to see her in another outfit than jacket + jeans.
Mr. Attractive: "No, seriously, take my jacket!"

He pulls it off and hands it to her. Totally old-fashioned and gentlemanly, and she loved it. She laughs it off, and utters a "Thank you" as she slides it on. It even smells like him. :)

K ISN'T THAT THE FREAKING BEST PART OF WEARING A GUY'S JACKET??? :)

A few minutes later, everyone has finished lunch and she heads back upstairs. It's almost time for her to leave. Mr. Attractive lags behind with Actual Boss. Actual Boss nods in her direction.

Actual Boss: "Hey. You like her?"

Mr. Attractive looks down, smiling, but unsure of what to say.

Actual Boss: "Well, do something about it!"

Actual Boss loves to talk about their dating lives and wants them to be dating someone if they aren't already. ;)

Upstairs, she starts to collect her things and close the programs on her computer. Her phone vibrates again: Brother is here. I'll be down in like five minutes, she replies. As she clocks out and logs off of her computer, he walks in. She turns around and sees him, and starts to take off his jacket to return it to him.

Girl: "Hey, thanks for letting me borrow this!"

Mr. Attractive: "No, it's okay, keep it! It's cold outside (it was), you might still want it! You can get it back to me later. :)"
Girl: "Are you sure?"

Mr. Attractive: "Yeah, it's fine! What's your number? You can just get it back to me after the game."

Smooth, she thought. :)

She gives him her phone number, and he tells her he will text her so that she can save his. She says goodbye to the team and starts to make her way toward the elevator.

Mr. Attractive: "Have fun!"

Girl: "Oh I will!"

As the elevator door closes, her phone vibrates, this time from a number she doesn't recognize. It's him. :)  

Mr. Attractive: Hey, this is *insert Mr. Attractive's name here*. :) 

Girl: Perfect! Thanks again! :)

She places her phone in her pocket, the elevator door opens, and she walks out unable to stop smiling to herself. :)

Oh, and of course, her brothers totally destroy in their game. WHAT.

:)

Fantastic Thing No. 1

I want you to read these lyrics:

Tell her a story.
Tell her the honest truth.
You treat her better.
Make sure to see it through.
Don’t be just everything she wants,
Be everything she needs.
When she says she loves you,
Tell her you love her, too.

Give her a reason,
Reason to love all you do.
She’ll tell you secrets,
You’ll tell her secrets too.
She’ll tell you all her hopes and dreams,
You’ll tell them too.
When she says she loves you,
Tell her you love her, too.

But don’t you run away run away
When you get tired,
‘Cause this will slip away slip away
And start a fire
That can never be put out.
Oh hurry, time is running out.
But don’t you run away run away
Before you tell her you love her.

When she says she needs you,
Tell her you need her too.
You tell her clearly.
Speak what your heart wants you to.
Tell her she's lovely.
Always tell her the truth.
When she says she loves you,
Tell her you love her, too.

But don't you run away run away
When you get tired
'Cause this will slip away slip away
And start a fire
That can never be put out.
Oh hurry time is running out.
But don't you run away run away
Before you tell her you love her.

(Tell Her You Love Her, Echosmith)

What’s your first thought about this song? …that could actually be a number of things. But my first statement I would make about this song is that it’s a love song sung by a girl to some guy about how he should treat some girl. Maybe that girl is the singer, maybe not. If you look at it like that, then this song’s okay, but not unlike others of its kind that have come and gone throughout the years.

I want you to read these lyrics again.

But now, I want you to look at them in this way: What if these were words from a girl, whose father had walked out on her family when she was young, directed to a father (or maybe fathers in general) about how she thinks he should treat his daughter?

Disclaimer: some of the lyrics might be a stretch.
And personally, I don’t agree that the fire in a daughter’s heart caused by the actions of her AWOL father could never be distinguished, though some might disagree with me.

But when you look at this song in that way, it gets so much cooler. :)

Also, if you’re going to look this song up, don’t Spotify it, YouTube it.
And don’t just pull up any version on the YouTubes, pull up the ACOUSTIC VERSION.

Acoustic only.

Listen to the other version if you want, because, you know, I’m all for you forming your own opinions and everything, but in mine, the acoustic is like, light years better.

The reason why you can’t Spotify it is that for some reason, Spotify (AND iTunes) decided to delete Echosmith’s acoustic album they used to have, which is where I first discovered this song. They only had the normal version, which is okay……. but again: acoustic = best version.

Good stuff. :)

Daydream No. 1

So there he is: Mr. Attractive.

She'd seen him before, but had never in her life uttered a word to him. Well, except for that one time when she told him that the paper of the flyer she handed out was courtesy of her father's large printer stocked with the high-quality sheets, but that didn't count. Besides, he was unavailable at the time anyway, and she's always given up a fight at the entrance of the opponent, considering herself no competition for destiny.

Not that she was looking then, anyway.

But now he seems to be unattached, and she's slightly intrigued. Has he always been that good-looking? She knows next to NOTHING about him, and they run in almost completely different circles. She thinks about giving up the fight to destiny yet again, but just wonders if there's any chance, any chance at all, that this could be the one to actually go somewhere.

Honey, please. We ain't talking marriage here. Calm yo'self.

But again, considering herself no victor in the battle with fate, and reminding herself that it's never happened, she thinks, "Why now?" and puts it out of her mind.

And then one day, a turn of fate in her favor.

It was the ONLY day of the week where their paths slightly graze. She takes her seat, intentionally alone, away from the other suitors who so persistently try to stick their feet in the door with hopes that she'll allow them to cross the threshold of the castle-like walls she has so carefully constructed over the years. And then, the part that she'd been waiting for: he walks into the room.

There he is, Mr. Attractive.

She holds her breath, trying to keep her secret, stolen glances to a minimum. Please, come sit by me. Please, come sit by me! She can't help but watch covertly as he surveys the room, looking for the best possible seat.

She tries to act natural. That's how she lives her life, anyway, so why should that be so hard to execute now? She looks down, pretending to nonchalant about the whole situation. To help her calm her nerves and to give her something to do with her hands, she takes out a pencil and starts to draw.

"Is anyone sitting here?" he asks.

Here he is, Mr. Attractive, looking straight at her, acknowledging her presence, actually speaking to her.

Did that really just happen? Have I actually understood?? Her brain quickly recovers from the shock and she smoothly (and naturally) replies with a smile, "No, go ahead. :)"

Money, she thinks to herself.

In an effort to make room for his friends, he sits next to her, but she courteously scoots over just a smidge to give him his personal space. ...but not too far. :)

He marvels at her beauty. Everything so natural and in its place, her simplistic style ringing true to her simple, genuine personality. But what does he know, anyway? He's never spoken to her in his life. He knows who she is, but they've never formally met. What do I say, he asks himself. He doesn't want to skip square one and delve into some small-talk conversation, assuming she knows who he is. But, he's sure that she does know exactly who he is, and he doesn't want to be awkward, assuming ignorance on her part with a formal introduction. But now that he's actually taken the first step in approaching her, he knows he needs to say something or else all of this effort he just put forth is wasted, and he'll have to wait a whole other week to get this chance back.

And even then, he'll have to use more subtle, creative means. If he sits by her twice in a row, she's sure to know he likes her. And heaven knows we can't have THAT.

"Hi, I'm *name has been removed. duh.*."

"I'm *you can guess the name, but for consistency's sake, and for anonymity in hopes that someone else might be able to insert him/herself into this story, it has also been removed*," she says with her same, gleaming smile.

Nailed it, he thinks to himself.

He then asks her about what she's drawing. Oh, it's just some phrase she remembered from one of her favorite movies. She's really not an artist, anyway, just a dabbling doodler, she guesses. He looks at the unfinished work on her paper and pulls out his own book of amateur, yet above average, drawings and holds it open for her to see. He's kind of a "dabbling doodler" too, he guesses. But his drawings are much better than anything she could ever conjure. She compliments his work, and comments on his talent. He laughs, excited that this is actually happening - that they're actually talking. And it's going well! She turns the pages and discovers the logo of her family's favorite college basketball team. She excitedly exclaims, "You're a Tarheel??" and he confirms. From there, the conversation turns to basketball days and running stories, takes a twist to some childhood memory he hadn't remembered in years, which reminds her of her family's dog, and heaven knows, he loves dogs. However, the meeting starts and they abruptly end their conversation to participate in the service.

At the close of the meeting, he thanks her for allowing him to join her, to which she cheerfully replies, "Anytime!" and they both make their way to the next meeting. Though there are multiple following meetings to choose from, they actually end up making the same choice, independent of one another. They don't sit with one another this time, though. Neither wants to smother the other, though both are fully aware of where the other is. Every once in a while, each steals a glance at the other. They make eye contact once, and she shyly looks away. He holds his gaze just for a few more seconds before turning his attention back to the lesson, a newly found energy elevating his spirit.

The rest of the day's happenings, my dears, is history. However, you will be delighted to hear that when they both laid in their beds that night, each recounted the events that transpired, thought of the other, and smiled. :)