Last of the Twenties

Hello world, it's been a while. How are you doing? I for one am great. Life has been chaotic as usual, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. Chaos must mean that something is happening right? My dad sent me a text a little while ago asking if the blog was dead. I informed him that it was just sleeping. Unfortunately, I am not consistent in my blogging, but I decided after reading a couple of my older posts that I really like to review it. It's better than a journal because I tend to get dramatic in my personal journal entries. When I edit with the possibility of people reading, I like the result.

I recently turned 29 (January 7) and my sister Britt was kind enough to remind me that I am now in the last year of my twenties. To be honest, I don't mind getting older. Maybe I will in the future, but for now I feel pretty good about my life to this point. When I look back at the last ten years, I am amazed at the things that have happened. I feel like I've accomplished a lot of the things that were important to me. I've heard it said that the mistake most people make is over-estimating what can be done in a year and under-estimating what can be done in ten. In the past ten years I have been able to: serve a mission, find and marry my eternal companion Nellie, buy a home, get my degree, establish a career path, and we started our family with two wonderful children. There are many other wonderful things that have happened but I'd better stop or I'll feel like I'm bragging.

I hope that when I take note of what has happened ten years from now that I'll be able to have accomplished the goals that I have set for myself right now.

A couple of weeks ago I was sitting on the stand during our testimony meeting. I had seen Janelle struggling with Eva in the congregation and was feeling a little guilty. For the last 10 months I have been able to really pay attention to what was going on in the meetings without the distractions of Scott and Eva. Perhaps cognizant of this thought, Eva communicated with Nellie that she wanted to sit with a sister in our ward that sits toward the front. With only ten minutes left in the meeting she decided to let her go. When Eva bypassed this sister and climbed the stairs to the stand, Nellie was powerless. Eva made a beeline for the organ where she usually "helps" the organist with the postlude music. Since the meeting wasn't over however, she was stuck with me. For the next ten minutes I pulled out all the stops trying to get her to sit quietly. I let her play with my ring, I let her draw, I even did my best to keep her finger out of her nose to no avail. When the meeting finally ended I had a renewed appreciation for all that my wonderful Nellie goes through, usually without a word of complaint.

I love my life, and I love my wife. We'll see when I make it back to blog again.