bishop may have caught
onto my few and far between appearances at church and decided to give me the
very involved and super fun calling of fhe mom for fall semester. i loved my family. i loved my husband. and being so busy (in the ward plus 15
credits plus 30 hours of work a week) not only satisfied my (thoroughly
unhealthy) “never say no” life motto but it also almost guaranteed that he and i could forget any vague intentions
of getting to know each other—there simply was no time.
winter semester the
families were rearranged. my husband cried a little bit. the whole family cried
a little bit. i cried a little bit more. we may have considered
protesting. we may have made sketches
for a petition. and then we may have gotten over it and tried our best to embrace
our new families. sometimes that’s all
you can do in life right? embrace what’s
been put in front of you even though you desperately miss what was taken away.
because usually
embracing something is healthier than throwing rocks at something else. its much easier on the shoulders. and other
peoples faces.
