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irst of all, do you like how I’m sprucing up my posts now? You can thank and appreciate the efforts of Jessica Hische, self-proclaimed letterer.
She said she was bored looking at most blog posts. Okay, Jessica, I can take a hint. I’ll use your letters.
f you are a DIYer, planning a wedding, or at all bored at this moment, go visit my name twin at Elizabeth Anne Designs. I’ve come across this blog at least 10 separate times (no surprise, since we share two names) and it’s time I help her out.
It doesn’t look like she needs my help, as she has a healthy following and a lot of terrific, creative ideas on her blog!
I’m an actual adult! (I’m a real [girl]!)
In her response, Allie said, “[This] actually reminds me a bit of an article about this trend in Mormonism that came out more recently.”
Funnily (can we accept this word?) enough, I read this article a few weeks ago and it fascinated me! Tell me what you think about it (topics: marriage, Mormons, and myoung mpeople).
ove Story. Ever heard of it? I watched this dramatic movie for the first time last night and you know what I took away from it?
“I need to tell my readers to go visit their grandparents.”
Spoiler alert: stop reading if you care to see this film.
When Jenny was on her death bed and her father left the room, I started to cry. It takes a lot to get this girl to cry. A lot.
It’s like trying to tickle me: usually, it’s not going to happen unless you hit me with a sneak attack.
This part that pried the tears from my eyes affected me so much because it reminded me of the moment I left my gramma’s hospital room, knowing that would be the last time I’d see her on Earth.
I thought I had already said goodbye, but as I was walking down the hall, a cousin was approaching the hospital room. I walked with her and faced the task of saying goodbye again, this time unprepared and unguarded without the proper amount of time to build a new emotional wall.
I’m grateful that my cousin’s arrival caused me to be vulnerable in the moment I said goodbye to one of my longest friendships on Earth.
Your turn. Go be vulnerable with your parents or grandparents. Get to know them, do things for them, make more of an impact on their life and let them make several on yours.
These dents hurt, but I don’t want it any other way.
Keep an eye out for a longer post on this. And go see your loved ones this weekend.
peaking of beautiful people… my dad found an old, undeveloped roll of film and promptly took it to the drug store. What a treasure!
Those pictures that were still in tact on the roll were documentations from my youngest sister’s first day of kindergarten! Enjoy!
(I’m the taller one, the one with the bowl cut.)
|She’s so cute, it hurts a little.|
|Happy family 🙂|
Get it? I used a T-bone “T” because we’re all more than just a piece of meat? Get it?…
We had a healthy helping of disagreement. I didn’t think this would be a topic that so many would interpret differently, but I’m glad I got to read them! Go check out the note on Facebook with all of the links to the posts.