There is so much to be grateful for.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have supposed myself as a potential blogger. Even as I was setting it up so that I could comment on my sister's newest adventure, I swore I would not, under any circumstances, write anything about myself. However, now I see why people get so wrapped up in blogging. It was sort of fun to pick a template, although I was not successful in my choice (it will due for now). And it sort of seems like a good way to communicate with the members of my family who do not have Facebook. Mom & Dad: that was not a suggestion that you get a Facebook. Please don't.

Recently, I just went back to school. That would total 12 consecutive semesters. That's a lot of semesters! And I just kept focusing on how bored and tired and stressed and miffed I was that my life was not exactly as I wanted it to be. But fortunately, at BYU-Idaho we have some phenomenal religion teachers. Brother Wahlquist (who, if you ever have the chance to take a class from, totally do it; he is amazing) helped me to pick up my feet. I started to look around at how blessed we all are to live somewhere where water runs from the faucet and we can walk around with our faces exposed. I personally have been so blessed with amazing family members and with amazing people in my life who are such wonderful influences. And really, people are the only thing that matters, in the end. Whether or not those people that we care about are happy. And if they are happy, then we should be also. The rest will all fall into place...eventually.