I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

Lately I've been thinking a lot about love. I SWEAR this is not another typical teenage heartache. I realize I'm only 16 but sometimes I feel like I think about love differently. Maybe not, but still.

And yes I just have to talk about my new dance coaches, Tia and Marie (Tia is the guy. He's Polynesian. Don't judge his name) You may say I'm obsessed, and....sometimes I can't deny that :) But I observe things about them that maybe others don't. And Tia and Marie are perfect examples of my feelings. Sometimes I stalk people. And again, lately I've been...observing them. If they knew they would probably think I'm some creeper. But I mean it in the most sincerest form of flattery!

Tia and Marie are seriously one of the cutest couples I've ever seen. They've only been married for over a year so I'd still consider them newlyweds. And when I said I wanted to be just like them when I grow up, I meant it. Although the extreme dancing skills would be nice, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about LOVE. The way they act around each other is just.......AH! I don't even have an adjective to describe it. In dance, you can really tell they love each other. Tia touches her like she's a fragile object or like nothing else in the world is more important. When Marie walks into medleys, she walks over to where Tia is sitting, and then he stands up and offers her the chair like a real gentleman should. Or sometimes she just sits on his lap and he puts his arms around her waist. Right about now some people are cringing and thinking that's weird, and gross, and they need to not do that in front of their students. But it's so subtle that I bet no one notices except me, the creepy stalker! 

Then, at the BYU competition on Friday they competed in Amateur Latin. That is the highest level of competition you can dance in without being considered a professional. Plus they got to the semi-finals which is freaking amazing! It was really fun to see them dance because we never got to see Craig and Brittney compete. So of course I was there in the front row to watch them! I was greatly anticipating watching their rumba. A few days earlier, Tia had choreographed our rumba and it was amazing! There was one bit of choreography he gave us where I dropped down, gazed up into Clintons eyes, and he framed my face with his hands. As I mentioned in earlier posts, we were having troubling making it look natural. So Tia grabbed Marie to show us what it was supposed to look like. It was so....passionate. I could only dream of what their routine would look like! Oh baby I was not disappointed. It was full of what I have come to call "Kodak moments" - the moments that just freeze time and you could take a picture right then. It was perfection.

So Amateur includes all five Latin dances: Chacha, samba, rumba, paso doble, and jive. Dancing all dances at the level they are at and in multiple back to back rounds is quite an accomplishment, so I applaud them for that. After each round you could tell they got a little tired, but you could barely notice. But when it got to the semifinal round where there was only one heat and no breaks in between dances, everyone was about dead. So after dancing four dances, the fourth being paso and the last being jive (two of which require the most energy), I thought they were going to cry or faint. Tia then took Marie in his arms and kissed her on the forehead.
It. 
Was. 
So. 
Cute. 
I wanted to die. And, contrary to Clinton's and mine ability, they could actually keep a straight face. Well, DUH they could. They weren't acting. It was real. And it's something I want in my life. Obviously not now. But later when I'm with my future husband. I want both the emotional yet physical connection with him, no matter the age. Because even when you're 100 years, you shoul still be madly in love. And see? Aren't I weird? I'm pretty sure I'm the only teenage girl thinking about those sorts of things in this sort of way. Thinking about how real love is supposed to be. Not teenage crushes or relationships. I want rumba love. REAL love. I want to dance rumba with my future husband dang it!    

And I can't wait for:
•My wedding day and the joy of walking out of the temple knowing you're sealed for ETERNITY
•The joy of being able to kiss your husband whenever you please
•The joy of cuddling with him
•The ability to gaze into his eyes without cracking up because it would never be awkward. Ever
•The joy of looking at your first newborn child and raising your children
•The satisfaction of marrying your best friend and knowing you can talk about anything
•Rumba love