12 days

In twelve days my best friend in all time is coming home! 

Ahhhhhhhhhh

Guys, I'm so stinkin excited.

That's all. Haha here's weird/funny/cute pictures of us 

Different Paths

Don't you think it's interesting how once you think you have life figured out and feel all high and mighty and then suddenly it's a swift left punch to the gut and youre on the ground like where did my life plans go?

Take my college experience for example. I think I was the happiest human when I graduated from dear old AF high. I was set on moving up to idaho and moving in with my cousin. Life couldn't get any better right? 

Turns out idaho just isn't for me. At first I was angry. Why didn't it work out for me? Everyone else seems to have it figured out and I have no idea. 

Fast forward and I'm living in provo. I LOVE it here. I have my very own room for the first time in my life! My friends and family live close by, there's nickel city right down the street, yougurt land. Rexburg if you had any of those things you might have worked out

Okay next example- you know where you make your first friend in elementary school and you're like there's no way we are ever not going to be friends. But then  they move, you go to different school, and you fall apart. The thing is though you make new friends. You move on. And lately I think that's been my biggest lesson. Moving on.

In a way it really does bite. Changing schools- bites. Paying rent and growing up? Sucks. BUT there is so much in life right now that I absolutely love. 

For example

Provo. Heaven bless you. You are a thousand times better than tiny rexburg. I can actually walk to three different grocery stores without completely freezing my butt off. 

Thank you provo for having citizens. 

My room. It's crazy how having your own room can change things. Not that I didn't love sharing late night stories with my sister or even Caroline when I was up at idaho because I loved that. But having my own room at the end of the day is seriosuly the greatest thing. I love playing my guitar in my room by myself not ashamed that I sound completely horrendous. My room is my sanctuary. Did I mention I have my own bathroom too? Glorious.

Music. Music gets you through. 

Missionaries. I love all my missionaries. Monday's are a joy and much anticipated  :)

Books. You are my escape on those rainy days. Thank you.

Last and most effective prayer. Prayer is so real. Prayer heals. 

Anyways, the point is, you can do it! Life may not go as you planned but that doesn't mean it's not absolutely beautiful. You're living, and this is life-- so crazy and unpredictable. But that's what makes it fun

Loves,

Em

ONE MONTH

I remember the day we said goodbye like it was yesterday. October 2nd. You had just been set apart as a missionary. We talked for an hour or so on your doorstep. That was me trying to prolong the conversation because I was afraid of what was to come next.

The moment finally came and we had to handshake our goodbye. That was hard. Really hard. I walked home. I surprisingly held everything together till my face lost yours and my foot stepped off those steps. 

Fast forward two years. You should be home, but you extended your mission you little punk. That just shows how much you truly love the Lords work. I thought this day or time period would never come. 2014 seemed liked a light year away to a seventeen year old girl in high school. But now I'm nineteen and you're twenty one. 

I cannot wait till we're back at our adventures again. I've missed it more than words could ever know.

Love you the most,

Emily