i spent most of sacrament meeting drawing bricks.

sometimes you are falling in  love without realizing.

 

 a brick for his favorite color.

another because his eyes are your favorite shade  of blue.

  one brick for your first date.

10 for all of the times he   has shown up at your house since.

 

you add another brick to the stack every time he does something incredible

you kiss the brick labeled "good taste in music" as you  add it to the pile.

 a brick  because he  holds your hand in a wonderful  way.

 3 bricks for the way  he is  captivated by what you say.

 a brick for each member of his family.

double bricks for  his nieces and nephews.

7 bricks because  he likes harry potter.

 

you  go about constructing this person made up of all these little  bricks but then one day  you'll step back  to admire your work and you'll realize that you had nothing  to  do with  the masterpiece in front of you.

your eyes will behold the most beautiful thing of all;    a  flawed, quirky, interesting human being with  dreams and plans and regrets. and the  best part is that you    didn't make them.

they came this way.

 

you aren't responsible for the way  they like their eggs or their favorite childhood movie; they have always been that way.

they  just  decided to  let you feel the rough  stone and the smooth granite of their personality instead of only allowing you to view              the shady silhouette    they usually reveal.

 

and that's when you fall in love.