Soccer Games, Swollen Eyes, and Valentine's Day

Growing up, my parents came to EVERYTHING that I was a part of. Seriously though. Every football or basketball game that I was cheering at, every time that I was performing at a half-time show, every dance recital, and every assembly that I was in even if I only had one line. Looking back, I realize how blest I am to have such supportive parents but I have come to notice that their influence has rubbed off on me. So naturally, when Judd started to tell me about his soccer games, I just assumed that I would be going to all of them to watch him. However, I quickly came to realize that soccer games are not dance recitals. Never before have I been so lost at a sporting event. My first game I had a friend explain to me what was going on the whole time. I grew up with three older sisters and although one played soccer for a few years, I don’t remember much of her games. Yet, I am proud to announce that I am slowly starting to figure out the world of soccer much to Judd’s (and mine’s) amazement. It has been really fun going to his games and hanging out with the soccer kids. I have always imagined them with the stereotype of the cool and collected jocks who knew that they were really good but didn’t have to brag about it like football or basketball players. So just imagine how “cool and collected” I felt when Judd introduced me to all of his soccer buddies. To say the least, my popularity bar that only exists in my head sky-rocketed.



However, I am pretty sure that two weeks ago that bar crashed and burned. Judd had a soccer game for his BYU intramural soccer team that I went to. As I was sitting there and imagining that I knew what was going on, my eyes started to itch. Not just one, both. It wasn’t a big deal and I assumed that if I went to the bathroom and washed them out that I would be fine. After looking in the bathroom mirror, I also noticed a hive on my neck and that my eyes were swelling. I panicked (which I am sure only made it worse) and debated on if I should go home or not. Judd only had a few minutes left in his game so I decided to stick it out until the end. Little did I know, my eyes were basically like a balloon and I would soon have a marshmallow face with slits for eyes. When the game ended I was getting plenty of strange looks from Judd’s teammates and many of them asking me if I was okay. That is when Judd saw me. I saw him muffle a gasp but his jaw still dropped. When he asked me if I was okay I knew I looked pretty bad. Everyone had been planning on going to Costa Vida after that game but Judd was determined to get me some Benadryl instead. I still didn’t believe it was that bad until we got into his car and I looked in the mirror. It was then my turn to gasp and have my jaw drop. Yeah. It was that bad. We rushed to the nearest Walgreens where Judd spent the next 15 minutes speaking to his dad on the phone of whether he should get me Children’s Liquid Benadryl or the regular pills. After coming to the consensus of the Children’s Benadryl (and me scratching my eyes out the whole time) I downed the bottle. Okay. Not really. And I am in no way endorsing OD-ing on Children’s Benadryl but I did take more than Judd and his dad suggested. I should’ve listened to them. I was passed out within the hour. Good thing Judd drove that day or else I would not have made it home. It was quite the adventure and I am very glad that I survived to tell the tale.

Switching gears completely now, two days ago was Valentine’s Day! For starters, I need to give my big sister Chelsea a shout out and wish her a happy 22nd birthday. Hope it was fantastic, big sis! Well my Valentine’s Day was fantastic. Like I was mentioning earlier about the supportive parents, every year before this one, they have been my Valentines. For instance, I have never been dating someone on the actually Valentine’s day before so I would wake up every morning on Valentine’s Day with a card and box of chocolates from my mom and dad (aren’t they the best?). This being said, I was pretty excited to have an actually Valentine (yes, I still got a phone call from my dad telling me that he had a card for me when I next saw him. He is such a sweetheart).

Anyway, Judd picked me up, blindfolded me, and took me to the car. We drove around for a while taking lots of twists and turns to get me lost (I have an internal GPS) and ended up parking. He got the door and led me still blindfolded to some stairs and then realized that he needed his keys to get in the “restaurant.” After opening it and leading me in, he took off the blindfold and I stood in his apartment with a home cooked meal and a candlelit dinner. Did I also mention that there were roses and chocolates on the table as well? It was perfect. We had yummy homemade chicken Alfredo (Mom is very impressed that he can cook) with parmesan bread and cut up strawberries we could dip in chocolate. It was very yummy.

However, there was one downfall from the evening and it was not Judd’s fault in any way. We had both gotten a little stomach bug over the weekend and although Judd was fully recovered, I wasn’t. I realized a little too late that I probably shouldn’t have eaten as much as I did and ran to his bathroom because I, unfortunately, couldn’t keep it down. I felt terrible but as soon as I exited the bathroom Judd had some mouthwash, gum, blankets, and Tangled waiting for me. The guy is a keeper for sure. We ended up cuddling and watching Tangled for the rest of the night (I am surprised he still wanted to be around me) and then took me home. It was a perfect evening and I am so grateful that he is in my life!