The leaves are all falling and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.

It’s official. I’ve met the parents. This guy drove us up three hours north so that I could meet his mom and dad. On Saturday, it was our anniversary (it was unplanned and we don’t usually count month anniversaries, but when we realized what day it was, we decided to dedicate the date). He took me to the University of Michigan campus — which by the way, happens to be my favorite college football team — and we wandered around enjoying the lovely leaves and the people meandering through them.

matt in leaves

Obviously we also did some meandering 🙂 and it made me very happy.

I would tell you more about our date and how much fun we had, but there’s something much more intimate about stories with happy endings and no more details added. That’s why everyone loves a good fairy tale.


Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.

This proves that at least for a few moments I was able to sneak out of the library or the coffee shop without hiding under my mountain of textbooks. Isn’t fall beautiful here?

pond leaves

SG fall leaves

Fall is my favorite season because all of the colors, the smells (though not pumpkin spice lattes — too sweet for me…think more bonfire and French press coffee), and the chill in your bones. It makes me happy 🙂


Math is the poetry of logical ideas.

If you have ever asked yourself, “Self, why would I date a math major?” — well, worry no longer! I have your answer!!

It’s because when you need a ruler in order to finish an organic chemistry lab, they will have one. Specifically, they will have one small enough to measure your TLC plate. And it will come in a set. Plus, it will have both a pen AND a pencil for those days when you absolutely must have both; just one or the other won’t do. AND it has a compass.

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Obviously that’s why one would date a math major. Oh, and maybe because he makes me very happy 🙂


Cut my pie into four pieces. I don’t think I can eat eight.

Matt mixing

Yes, that is my boyfriend wearing his sweatshirt around his waist “Cedar-point Mom” style while mixing apples and cinnamon for apple pie.

To explain, yesterday was our first “real date”. He didn’t tell me where we were going, but only to wear warm clothes and shoes that I could walk in. Saturday rolls around and he picks me up in his little red car and we go driving. Driving to an orchard in Michigan so we can buy apples. Buy apples and then take them home and make apple pie. Yes, it was that adorable and movie-esque.

pie final result

This is our final result. Not bad for a college kitchen, eh?

And no, that isn’t red lipstick on his cheek. I wouldn’t even think about reapplying red lipstick so I could plant a kiss on his cheek so it would jokingly show up in the picture. It’s a bright red birthmark. Quite a serious condition. He’s quite self-conscious about it. I try not to look at it when I see him.

But he does make me very happy 🙂


When I say I’m hitting the books, I really mean that they are bashing me over the head.

I studied about 5 hours of organic chemistry yesterday. This is proof of my early morning haunting of the campus coffee shop. And if that isn’t enough, I have several loose sheets of paper with practice problems that should suffice.

orgo SG

Let’s be honest though, the best part of the morning wasn’t finally figuring out the nomenclature rules or sipping that hot cup of coffee…

it was obviously the Trix yogurt. That made me happy 🙂


I am Catwoman. Hear me roar.

Sophie surprised us with a roomie date to the zoo after church today! While I like looking at all the animals, I’m always drawn to the bigger cats.


These babies were laying down and lounging in the sun. But when I came over, they walked around gloriously!

snow leopard

Whenever I spoke and whistled, the snow leopard looked up from his nap and stared at me. Know this: I was the only one that the darling bothered to noticed.

walking tiger

When I asked this precious one to stop sleeping and get closer, he walked from the other side of the cage to drink from the puddle in front of us and then walked into the perfect picture spot to lay down.

I am truly a cat whisperer. And that makes me very happy 🙂


Books are a uniquely portable magic.

Why hasn’t she been posting “happy day” pictures? Not because she hasn’t been happy. Au contraire, ’tis because she hasn’t had the time to post!

I shall correct the error at once!

I’ve been so busy lately studying and getting my schoolwork done while managing other commitments (seen my post on my second Beacon article? Do you know how hard it is to get an interview with the president of your college? …exactly). In one of my many study sessions in the library here on campus, I noticed a bookshelf next to me with all the major classics.


Aren’t they gorgeous? I wanted to take one and flip through it but I was on a tight schedule and had to finish some Literary Criticism homework before the rest of my night whirled by. But they still made me happy 🙂


I found out how to turn the page and now I can’t stop even when the book is over.

To clarify, I don’t ride motorcycles.

But I still agreed to read this book my friend gave me. I was told it was his favorite.

matts book

I now see why. I’m only on page 45 but it’s excellent.

More importantly though, I’m excited that he was willing to share his personal copy of his favorite book with me. Total brownie points. Which by the way, happens to be his favorite dessert.


There’s a fine line between insanity and coping with your daughter dating.

It was my roommate’s first real date with her boyfriend. Needless to say, she was a crazy mix of excitement and nervousness so me and one of our other roommie’s decided to up the ante.

I was Father. Sophie was Mother. Needless to say, I think we played our parts well.

amy's date

As if that picture wasn’t enough, Mason (the boyfriend) played along!

staredown w mason

I think I look quite intimidating. And although it’s weird to say and even stranger to type for the online world to see, I had a lot of fun dressing up like a guy. I was smiling at every other moment except in these pictures. And when I opened the door, of course 😉