Psst...

My friend Jessi at Sticken with Paisley
let me take some pictures of her beautiful vegan treats.
Yes. They were as good as they look.

Happy weekend!

xo

"Shut. Up!"

My life has been blessed with many amazing people.

Last night I got to see one of them.

Sista' Olson.

I love this girl so much, more than I can possibly say.

I met Sister Olson her first transfer out of the MTC.

She was bubbly, sweet, and just an instant kindred spirit. (Plus she has the most gorgeous blonde curly hair EVER!)

In the course of the year and a half she served in the Provo South Mission (Most of it at the St. George VC) I was able to experience what it's like to be a sister missionary.

I've never been rejected so much in my entire life.

But I loved it.

Because when you serve the Lord the good always outweighs the bad.

And it helped to experience all the rejection with someone who could make it all seem funny.

We had awesome lessons, less productive lessons, lessons that never happened, and even one lesson in a bedroom (So awkward!).

I learned so much from her.

Like:

Even sister missionaries say "Shut. Up!"

That there is a literal "bean man" (Awesome story).

That people look at you funny when you go out to eat on Valentines Day with a Sister Missionary(An even more Awesomer story).

And that there is no better way to come to Christ than to serve Him.

You. Are. The. Best.

xo

P.s. You owe me a picture with your dad...and a can of beans!

One Year

Today is a very exciting day.

Exactly one year from this very day my dear friend,

Elder "Ace" Morgan, entered the MTC to serve in the Quezon City, Philippines mission.

We went to school together for five years before we actually spoke.

I remember he walked into creative writing late, like he did everyday.

Sat down in front of me, like he did everyday.

And ignored me, like he did everyday.

But on this day his tag was sticking out.

"Your tag is sticking out." I mumbled more to myself, knowing he would probably ignore me.

"What?"

"I said. Your. Tag. Is. Sticking. Out."

"Okay." He turned around completely ignoring my annoyance with his tag flailing in the AC.

We continued ignoring each other for a few more days until one day he slipped a piece of paper on my desk with an anime comic of me karate chopping his tag off. He sat in front of me smirking.

Ironically, a series of unfortunate events(not the book) brought us together. Through similar personal struggles we became close friends and confidants.

I wish I could tell you his story. Or tell you why we were meant to be friends. Or why I'm so proud of where he is and what he's doing. But I can't. That's his story. Not mine.

He is: My friend. My weekly reminder that I am a daughter of God. My Dr. Phil(I bet he's going to love that I compared him to Dr. Phil). My Umbrella-ella-ella. My CHALK ART. My Lagooooon bus ride buddy. My snakesalive? And my daily reminder that every person comes into our lives for a reason.... Even that annoyingly quiet kid in your creative writing class.

xo

Langston

(he's such a speedy little guy, which makes it impossible to get a decent picture)

Last week was Iker's 22nd birthday. (If you don't know Iker go here) 

Naturally, it was my quest to find him an awesomely cool present.

I racked my brain until finally Voila! I had it. 

"A goldfish in a vase."

"You're going to get him a goldfish for his 22nd birthday?" My mom didn't seem amused.

"I'm not going to get him a goldfish. I already did."

"Ok." My mom seemed apprehensive. Like she was questioning my sanity.

When Iker showed up to claim his fish in a vase, I had him close his eyes until he was directly in front of the fishy vase. When he opened his eyes I knew it was love at first sight. The little goldie swam back and forth and then directly to where Iker was. 

"Look! He knows I'm his dad!"

After the adventure of a lifetime we got the little goldie safely to Iker's apartment. When I walked into my apartment later that night I was slightly sad to have the little bugger gone. I texted Iker to tell the fishy I missed him. 

Iker and I have gone a little fish crazy. We used to sit and talk about movies and books. Now we talk about Langston. Our conversations go something like this:

"How's the fishy?"

"He's doing okay. Yesterday he seemed lethargic so I changed his water and put his bowl near the window."

"Hmm, if this continues you should put a pea in his water. I read somewhere that peas help goldies."

Now I'm questioning both of our sanity. 

Je t'amie, little Langston.

xo