A Toast to Britt

If I could have everyone's attention for one minute, this will just take a second.
You don't know me but I'm the long-lost, adopted, son and brother to the Christians.
I'm asian, yes I know...No not stolen from Korea. I'm Chinese.
Although two years ago in Korea was where my sisters and I encountered the Christians, it seems like forever ago.
I think it was the bus ride from the airport, where Britt took a picture of me...Sleeping.
Yeah, creepy, I know!
And for some odd reason for my birthday, I came to Utah to celebrate Shaun's birthday.
It was here, that I met the warm-welcoming, loving, and caring Christian family.
Something I will forever remember.

What is family?
Some will say blood related people are family.
Others will say Friends, Pets, Communities make up the families we lack.
As one of my great heroes, Patrick Willis has said,
"Family is people who love you as much as you love them."
It's not the matter of the shared last name, or the same beliefs and hobbies.
Family is the description of people we will forever hold in our hearts,
Who will be there down the road in our memories, our moments,
Through the good and the bad.
You just know, it's family.
When the doors close out the world, family are the ones who will walk in.
It doesn't matter if we are blood related or only friends.
There is always room for family.

Weddings are always interesting, especially in the beginning.
When you first enter the church, you're supposed to pick a side.
Bride or groom, and you're supposed to sit on the correct side.
But I think I got it down. It's an understanding statement.
We have already accepted one of these two individuals into our family and into our lives.
Some of us are here because of the Bride, Brittney Christian.
Some of us are here because of the Groom, Brian Olsen.
I hope none of us are here for the free food...=]
Tonight, is a memory, living history, and historic night,
Of two individuals coming together forever as One.
Even though the day begins with us separated by Groom or Bride,
The night ends with both families, both friends and acquaintances,
Together, as one.
Now it is time to accept these two individuals both, into our families.
Whether we are a Christian or an Olsen,
We are here to share the bond, the love, and the forever matrimony between two people. Not one.

Let us raise our glasses in toast,
Not to the bride or the groom,
But to the forever, Bride and the Groom.
Who we welcome into our family, with open arms.
Brittney and Brian Olsen!



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The one that got away.

The One that Got away


I've been driving for miles, listening to the slow jams we once played.
There was never a destination before so why have one now.
Jam after jam, lyric after lyric, nothing but love.
A feeling, an emotion, a distant memory.
Faint, but alive. Historic, but remembered.
Every time I shifted, you stole from my knob the only thing she could hold.
Your warm, soft gentle, hand, interlocked in mine.
And after my fourth lesson or so, I began shifting with my left hand.
The longer the trip went, the more songs we heard.
The further we traveled, the more comfortable you got.
You took off your shoes, covered yourself with your blanket,
And laid back on your pillow.

For the first time since being a child there wasn't a care in the world.
The phones were on silent, the jobs never worked at night,
And the cars on the road were minimal to the capacity.
No bills, no drama. No strings, no complications.
Just you, the music, and the road.
We could've drove until forever if no one mattered.
If families didn't care about us, if people never depended on us.
But only for a brief moment in time can we have what we want.
You had a train to catch,
I had a duty to attend to.
Because reality overcomes any fantasy we live.

Your beauty, your eyes, your smile.
Purified like an angel, perfected beauty and grace.
Girls have always come and gone, but no one was as right.
Like Cinderella's missing slipper, everything just fit.
Just the way I liked, Just the way you are.
There wasn't an imperfect part about you,
You mastered everything perfectly.

But now you're gone.
Because of another guy,
Because you moved away,
Because friends got in the way,
And life stood taller.
Because I didn't pursue you as I should've.
Things always find a way of falling into place,
Yet when the time came, I never spoke up.
Nor did I express everything I wanted to say.

It's you.
It's always been you.
You're the one that I want.
You're the only one that I want.
Whether you care to tango or not,
If you read this or don't. It's only you.

There is never a day that goes by you don't cross my mind.
There is only a memory which you were next to me.
A selfless pain to endure while you move on happily,
Because sacrifice is bigger than what we were.
I look at my phone waiting for your text, your call.
Hoping of such possibility even still existing.
Every night I think about picking you up, even if it is brief.
To cruise the star-lit, nightly skies.
I grow faint and weak every time I pass your neighborhood.
And every time I reach for the knob, I look to my passenger seat,
Wishing you would grab my hand, hold my arm, and kiss my cheek.
We could drive forever, you and I.
To wherever you desired,
To whatever you pleasured,
We should drive forever,
Whichever direction you choose,
However long it takes,
We would drive until the end of time.
The one that got away.

I lost my mojo

Remember me part 2

We will Remember Part 2

A toast to the 7 B. of people,
The millions of sightings,
The Thousands of acquaintances,
The hundreds we have touched
The many we have known,
And the few we love.

You might not know of who I am,
But I know you exist.
Whether we have intervened or unqualified,
There is a strong presence of your character inside of me.
It never matters about the status or the money,
Nor the physicality in your stature,
Or clothing which hides your suit.

I don't know how you think, or your habits you love yet hate.
Your friends, your family, your pets.
Your weaknesses, your poor decisions,
Your body, your soul,
Your choices, your Facebook Page.
Or your most deepest crushes.

But deep down, there is a heart.
A inner part of your body that exists beyond physicality.
Forgiveness, Compassion, Humanitarian, and Understanding.
A part of your body called Love.
It may be hidden, it may be unused,
But I know that it is there.

Everyone is born an original,
Yet, everyone is born with love.
We are afraid to admit our sacredness
Because we are scared of being vulnerable.
You don't have to explain it to me,
I understand.

A toast to you and yours truly.
Your family, your friends, your life.
We celebrate you and your character,
Your life and your accomplishments.
Whether we see your true character of commitment,
I will remember you.

We will Remember Part I

Every day is a new day,
Sometimes the same, sometimes different,
Imitated, never duplicated,
Planned or Unplanned,
Spontaneous and Sporadic with Excitement in Ecstasy,
The 24 hours will carry on.

The music will play,
In our hearts, in our heads.
A symphony of sound,
Surrounds the suburban sun striking down,
On smiles and shuttered eyes,
Countless instruments with only
12 definitive notes.
Coming together to play a melody.

Laughter lulls our hearts together,
Whether we are strangers, acquaintances
Men, Women, Children, Pets.
Your friends, our family.
Our friends, your family.
We could've been anywhere in the world,
But we decided to be here.

There is a discussion prior to the events of time,
But there is no description deciding how defined the dedication is.
The end result will only be known after the end has come,
As we can only put together a puzzle after creating the picture.
Whatever we have planned has led up to this time,
This moment, this capsule, this memory.

Living history, History in the making,
As the actions of our bodies create the scenery of our eyes,
The thoughts in our minds, and sounds in our ears.
Recording with unlimited tape, the audio and video is being recorded,
Dated, and Archived.

Remembrance, Memory,
Unscripted.
No script could write such a story,
No story could write such a script.
Whatever happened, happened for a reason.
And whichever way we go from here, this will be left.
In our minds, In our souls.
From now until our dying day,
Until the end of time.
We will remember...

TBC