This Christmas break has been amazing. There is nothing better in the world than being with your family, especially during the holiday season. I love going back to Virginia, it's the "real world", whereas Provo is "student, you're still not quite a real adult until you graduate" world. During down time this break I just laid on the couch in front of the fire, thinking about how grateful I am for many things. I'm grateful for my home, my parents have made it full of love and a shelter from the world. The minute I walk through the door I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief (and not just because my parents heat their house while we light a candle for heat!). I'm so grateful for my parents. They do so much for Andrew and I, not necessarily materially, but emotionally. They are always there giving us support, love, and encouragement. My parents aren't just parents, they're our best and most loyal friends.
I'm grateful for the life Andrew and I lead. I have resolved never to complain about our one bedroom apartment, because really, what would we do with more space? I don't want to complain about my work or Andrew coming home later than he should from his job because it is a blessing that we can work and sustain ourselves. However hard it may be to say, I'm grateful for the security I have going to school and living in Provo. I'm grateful for the people I am surrounded by and the safety I feel at school. I'm sure our lives would be very different (and will be when we are in dental school) if we weren't at BYU. I am grateful for the Temple and the blessings that are readily available for us there. I am most grateful for the sealing power that binds Andrew and I together for time and all eternity.
Which brings me to Andrew. He is the most perfect husband for me. He understands how comfort me, to make me laugh, and to love me. He knew how I'd be feeling yesterday morning when I woke up, knowing we were going to get on an airplane to go back to Utah. He just held me, and continued to hug me throughout the day. I tried so hard not to cry, but how can you not when your dad comes to tell you goodbye before he goes to work, or when you get out of the car and see all your younger siblings watching you leave and your mom crying. When you are 2,216 miles from home, and all you have to rely on is your spouse and Heavenly Father for comfort, it is really easy to be humbled and see the many blessing you have. I hope everyone had a great Christmas and a Happy New Year too. What are your resolutions?
Thank you mom & dad. For bringing us home for the holidays, for your love, your example, and everything else you do.
1 comments:
where did I put that box of tissue??
we miss you too!
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