One Day At A Time....

Wow. This Christmas break has gone by too fast. Later on today I start a new chapter in my education: student teaching. Even though I'm calmly nervous about this big step, I'm grateful I have made it this far. I hope and pray that I can remember what I've learned and know how best to apply it. But tonight I am reminded of how blessed I am to have such good friends. Friends to laugh with. Friends to listen when I just need to talk, even if they've heard this story or problem fifty times already. Friends who talk to me about big things in their lives and help me know I'm not forgotten. Friends who insist I text them when I get home so they know I got home safely when it's late and the roads are snowy. Friends who will be experiencing similar things as I will this semester and will be able to commiserate with me. Friends who understand how I feel about a variety of topics and issues. I have been and continue to be blessed with some amazing people surrounding me a...

(Note: More Utah Trip posts will be comming soon.)      When I found out that my family would be going to Utah to spend Christmas and New Years with our family out west, I was excited. I really wanted to do an temple session with my grandmother. She and my grandfather served as temple workers in the Salt Lake City Utah temple for many years. I knew it may be too difficult for my grandpa to join us because of his health. When my mom would make her weekly Sunday evening phone call to grandma in the weeks before we left, I would remind her to ask grandma if she would want to do a session or if she had set it up yet.  After arriving in Utah, we talked about going to the temple. It was decided that it would probably be grandma, mom, and myself doing a session together on New Years Eve or the day before while my dad stayed home with grandpa to make sure he stayed out of trouble. (You never know what kind of trouble a spunky 89 year old grandpa will get himself into....