Today I had the most irrational thought and feeling.

When I was sitting in my dorm, I was looking at the ring  my fiancee` had
gave me and proposed to me with on Valentines Day. I love it a lot, so much
that my mind said that I very much wanted people to gaze on it and be jealous.
That they would want a ring just as nice as the one I have and perhaps find one
better. If they could. I so wanted them to look and gaze at it in want and admiration.

Then suddenly, I wanted to feel foolish for such a thought that I realized that I could
not possibly feel that way. Honestly, why would I feel foolish for the pride I have in
my ring that my love had given to me? I know that it is not the ring that matters but who
had given it to me. That is the reason why I wanted other people to swoon and flutter about
it. I wish people could understand how much I love the man I am with and not question me about
it or simply write it off as simply young, hastey, lust. Or 'Rushed Love' or as my family put it
because my man also has a son an 'instant family' I honestly resent that phrase ever came into
excistance!

Such trecherous words! It is not a instand family I wanted! My future step son just so is part
of the family I want to have with Joey and I honestly would not have it any other way~!
Even if that adorable blonde haired-blue eyed boy is more trouble than a bundle of ferral kittens.
It really does add to the boys charm even if it will come with a few grey hairs. But those hairs will
be well earned and will mark more than just hardships and age but also experiance.

Anyways, I am feeling all hyped and throughly riled up! I am reading an exciting romance by
Nora Roberts and it is really amazing. She certainly has a way with words. I love the conflicts of the
characters and all the things that surround them in their lives that encompasses of a few pages in a book.
But it is so much more than that and it is something I can feel in my soul. Which lifts and squirms at every passage. It makes me think of my fiancee` and I miss him all the more by it. Sigh. I get so flustered easily over books and movies. Sometimes I feel stupid about being so easily affected. Ugh, but it is so much fun to allow my feelings run rampant with the books and movies. Allowing my tears to flow free at sad and happy moments and to get upset at the parts I don't fully agree with. Makes me squirm and giggle to think about it.

Sigh. Oh well. I just love reading and watching movies that can pull at the strings of my heart.