Women

"Women have distinct assignments given to them before the foundation of the world (March 2009 Ensign)"

I am reading a book called A Single Voice by Sister Kristin Oaks. In this book I have been reminded of the importance of women and what their role is as nurtures in this big world we live in. If you haven't read this book please pick up a copy! Females and Males will both learn so much from it! It is truly inspired!

Tonight while I was eating one of God's greatest creations....frozen yogurt, the guy I was with asked me why I was so insistent on paying and why I acted a little put out when he wouldn't let me. I told him that part of me feels like I need to constantly be giving and one way to do that is to pay for other people when I go out. He point blank laughed in my face and said: "You are such a stubborn girl." That comment intrigued me.... so of course I made him expound. He said that women always feel like they need to be helping, fixing, or doing something for someone. That really got me thinking....

To add to the thoughts during frozen yogurt, later in the night my visiting teachers came over and shared the monthly message with me. I loved that it went right along with what I had been thinking about. As I spoke with my Visiting teachers my heart grew in love for them as we bonded about circumstances that women find themselves in. My two Visiting Teachers are such great examples of wonderful women who understand their purpose in life.

Aren't women amazing? Women are passionate, fearless, goal oriented, powerful, inspirational, beautiful, graceful, intellectual.....women are absolutely amazing! I am so proud to be a woman and proud of the perks as well as the flaws that come with my gender! lol In a world created to appeal to women, I hope that all women everywhere will stand up and not be afraid to be who they are and to stand up for what they believe in! There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who has a dream to make a difference and then wakes up from that dream and gets to work so that dream comes true!

MAD

Tonight I went on a date where the conversation just made me smile. My friend was talking about how he was conversing with someone he worked with and the guy told him about how lame marriage can be over time. Interesting topic, eh? Well, he went on to tell me what his opinion is (let me just tell you I couldn't hide my smile) his comments were adorable! He said: "Kristi! I want to be mad about my wife! I want her to want me so bad that I have to beg her to keep her distance so that we can plan the wedding and get things in place! I want to think about her all day and count down the minutes til I get to see her! I just want to be completely mad about her!" I sat there with a sincere smile on my face and said: "well, that doesn't sound like you are asking for too much to me." He smiled and said "I refuse to settle for someone who doesn't want to be with me or someone who thinks that they might be able to grow to love me." To my sweet friends- male or female- PLEASE don't ever settle. My date was right to say the things he said. Find some one who is mad about you and you are mad about them and then once you have found it DON'T EVER EVER EVER let that love, passion, and respect be tamed or lessened in any way! It's worth waiting for, and its worth working at, and its worth keeping! I know it's real and we can all have it.

A Weekend With a View

Have you ever looked outside a window at a beautiful view and thought "Wow! Sometimes I forget to see the big picture!" At my parents house I often sit in the famly room and stare out through the big windows and allow my heart and my mind to converse with one another..lol Something I should proabably do more often! Well, this weekend opened my eyes in a similar manner.
On Friday a few of us went on a bike ride up to BVF. I rode my pink beach cruiser...it was a sight to see! lol It was such a great ride and we all had a lot of fun. At one point my friend Jon made a comment to me that really got me thinking.... You see I have a habbit of saying "Hello" to people and smiling at them. So, on the trial I wasn't any different. Jon pointed out that very few people responded back to me. On the way down, as I coasted and enjoyed the view, I thought about what Jon had said and why I insist on addressing people who have no desire to be addressed. I realized that although I love the mt.'s and the sky, and the warm sun, I was enjoying seeing other people just as much as I was enjoying evertyhing else. To me, people are beautiful, they make or break the view for me, and they are what keep me smiling. Friday afternoon I realized that I am not someone who seeks validation rather I am one who gives it and loves to give it and that is enough validation for me!
On Sunday we had a "Sweet Party." I had a riot! It was so fun to meet new people. There was a great turnout and a huge selection of desserts! I was very impressed. One guy from my ward came up and addressed me and asked if I was okay. He said that he knew I had recently gotten out of a relationship and was told that I was very hurt, however when he saw me I appeared to be ready to paint the town. He said he was confused. Instead of responding on impulse as I normally do, I stopped and reflected. I looked around the room and saw people I love, new friendships, great food, and felt my heart about to explode. I turned to him with tears in my eyes and said "How can I have all of this in my life and not be happy? Why does one thing HAVE TO ruin every minute of every day?" He was a little bit shocked with my boldness and my blunt honesty and he dropped the subject. Later that night I sat on our front porch couch in a blanket and asked myself what the guy in my ward had asked me. My conclusion: I believe in happiness. I am happiest when others around me are happy. I believe happiness can be attained no matter how hard of a trial you may be enduring. I believe happiness can be found any where. I believe that although I had my moments of sorrow, tears, and pain this past weekend- I also had incredible moments of happiness like when I met my new missionaries, when I coasted down the Mt. on my bike, when my roommates and I ate sushi on the floor, when my mom left a message that just said: I love you!, when my roommates and I layed out on the grass and talked about the adventures to come this summer, when I finished my run and felt energy, when we had or twilight party, when I went to church and heard talks that I needed to hear, when I went to the draper temple dedication and was comforted, and so many other amazing moments!
How can I ever complain about anything with a weekend with a view of happiness like that!

LOVE was made for ME and YOU

Today was my last day with my elders. They are headed to Canada and Ohio. This district has been such a blessing my life and I am grateful to have been able to meet each of them!

Today at the end of class the district told me that they had prepared a few things for me to let me know what they appreciate of me as their teacher. They had me sit in what we call the throne (a padded chair) and they all sat in their desks starting at me until....

Elder Staker yelled...2,3,4....and then all of the elders stood up and formed an L with their arms as they sang "L is for the way you look at me." as they sang those words they made an L shape with their arms and then quickly went to hands on their hips and a look on their face that said "oh, Elder." I laughed so hard!

They continued... "O is for the only one I see" they all then sat in their desk and put their elbows on their desks, rested their head on their hand and made a big sigh as they all looked at me...then jumped up for "V is very very extraordinary" when they jumped up they all did numerous different hand signals, body language, and shouted words that I use a lot. Then went on to "E is even more than I adore.....and love is all that I can give to you! Love is more than just a trick or two" they were doing the can can and took off their suit jackets and put them over one shoulder and did GQ poses. Then my cute shy elder sang in high C "take my heart but please don't break it!" The song ended with "Love was made for you adn me" They all ended on one knee and their arms outstretched towards me.....I was rolling in laughter!

Right then one of the reading tutors came in and said "What on earth is going on?" I was laughing so hard that I couldn't speak. She looked around the room until she spotted me and said...I thought that you might be the teacher I would find in here.... I couldn't think of any other teacher whose missionaries would want to sing a song like that to their teacher. She laughed along with us- thank goodness and the Elders explained to her that they sang that song because they love me but more than that I taught them how to love other people.

What a blessing my life to have experiences like thisQ!

Falling in Love

A dear friend of mine sent me this quote in the wee hours of the morning and I just had to share it with all of you. "Love is giving someone the power to destroy you BUT trusting them not to." I was reading this incredible message from my friend and when he said these words my head started to spin!!!!!! No wonder I have been so confused about love!!!! lol I naturally love people. In fact I think it is pretty easy for me to even fall in love with people. My heart is a lot stronger than my mind is. Actually I think that my heart and mind battle against each other a lot but my heart always wins!

I can honestly say that I have been in love....and a couple of times I thought that it destroyed me so bad that I would never recover....and yet here I am years later, heart in place, mind open ready to jump in with both feet again. Why is that? I was studying the scriptures the other day and reallized that because of the Atonement I can move on, recover, mend AND open my heart to others. Now, thats not to say that when destruction happens it doesn't hurt like a beast because it definately does! However the times of happiness, warmth, peace, and excitement with someone out weighs the destruction that comes when that person makes the decision to not handle your heart with care.

I went for a walk with my roommate tonight because the stars were so beautiful and the night was so warm! As we were walking I opened up to her and shared with her the miracles that had happened today. Sundays are always perfect days for miracles. She stopped me and said: "I love that you were in love!" I was a little caught off gaurd by that. She went on to say: "Kristi, don't you get it...you were in love! I knew that you were, in fact I never doubted it, but how you are acting right now proves even more that you were and are and maybe always will be in love. You are happy that your past relationships are happy with their lives now, you want whats best for them, and you care about where they are spiritually- that's love! But what convinces me even further Kristi is that you also arent afraid to tell me that it all sucks! You're not afraid to say that you feel like you have been robbed, ran over, or cheated! You feel vulnerable, weak, and fatigued! Thats LOVE!!!!!!!!" lol I love my roommate! About a month ago she and I had a convo about how good it feels to fall in love and let your heart go free! She is always good at convo's like these! She too has experienced loss recently and in the past and yet she and I both deal with our experiences similarly- we love to be in love!

Tonight I also spoke with my mom and my sister in-law about a couple of relationships I had been in years ago. My mom said: "I still love that you can talk about them with a smile on your face even though when all was said and done you were left in pieces!" Putting both convo's together helps me understand myself so much better. I DON'T have a problem loving and trusting people with my heart!!!!!! Interesting....

The Irish get serious about their kissing!

So, last year this time I found this article about kissing and one of my girlfriends and I were laughing about it and saying that no mormon girl would be able to kiss that many guys without marrying one of them first... joke? I think not. She just got married on Monday!!!! Watch out! lol
Here is the article:

By Laura Schaefer
Think you know a thing or two about kissing? You probably do. But the facts below are so off the beaten path, we’ll bet you don’t know them all—and they could come in handy. Not only could they provide some steamy “Did you know…?” chit chat, but they’ll help you see all the benefits a satisfying lip lock can bring into your life. Happy smooching!
1. Two out of every three couples turn their heads to the right when they kiss.
2. A simple peck uses two muscles; a passionate kiss, on the other hand, uses all 34 muscles in your face. Now that’s a rigorous workout!
3. Like fingerprints or snowflakes, no two lip impressions are alike.
4. Kissing is good for what ails you. Research shows that the act of smooching improves our skin, helps circulation, prevents tooth decay, and can even relieve headaches.
5. The average person spends 336 hours of his or her life kissing.
6. Ever wonder how an “X” came to represent a kiss? Starting in the Middle Ages, people who could not read used an X as a signature. They would kiss this mark as a sign of sincerity. Eventually, the X came to represent the kiss itself.
7. Talk about a rush! Kissing releases the same neurotransmitters in our brains as parachuting, bungee jumping, and running.
8. The average woman kisses 29 men before she gets married.
9. Men who kiss their partners before leaving for work average higher incomes than those who don’t.
10. The longest kiss in movie history was between Jane Wyman and Regis Tommey in the 1941 film, You’re in the Army Now. It lasted 3 minutes and 5 seconds. So if you’ve beaten that record, it’s time to celebrate!

Hillarious article, right? We loved it! 336 hours kissing????? Come on! That doesn't seem like very much! lol

Really?

So, I don't have a cold sore!!!! Thank goodness because I had never had one before and I don't want to start now...besides if I would have gotten one I would have wanted it to be worth it! (wink, wink)
They are now thinking that I either bit it in my sleep, or something else bit my lip. Really? This stuff really happens? lol Just my luck eh? I look like I just got done boxing! Ha, ha, ha. Today is a busy day of work, school, and a job fair and I still look like Bubba Gump! But hey it could be worse right?

Bucket List

So, believe it or not, I have a bucket list. There are so many things I want to do while I am alive that I wrote them all down right before I graduated from High School. Just this morning I went back and looked at it (I carry it around with me to where ever I move to). I realized that my list has become very short. I have about completed everything that is on my list of things to do in my life. One that I had not yet done was to go out of the country. Well, a couple texts later from a past comp. from the mish I had booked a trip to Mexico! I am so excited!
A part of me can't wait to cross this goal off of my list and yet at the same time I am worried about running out of things that I have always dreamed of doing. I am reading a book that is currently talking about changing your dreams and making new dreams. I think that I am in that process right now. I am trying to figure out what path to take. Making new dreams isn't always easy but sometimes there's a definate need for change.
What a great time to be alive. SO many people say that your twenties are your most confusing, frusterating, wild and crazy times of your entire life... I think that I am starting to understand that more fully now. hhhmmmm.... I better go dream and get back to you eh? No worries. I'll dream BIG!!!!! I always do!

Stress Case

Hillarious! I am sitting at home....trying to put my emotions into words.
This past weekend was really stressful, hurtful, exhausting, memorable, unexplainable and needed. On Thursday night I had that experience with my dad. On Friday morning I was in the hospital for my stomach test which didn't go very well. Right after that I went to lunch with my Boyfriend and he and I broke up..... then believe it or not I then had to go to work. After work I spoke with my boyfriend again but by the time he dropped me off at home....it was So long-farewell. Saturday I had a practicum meeting up in SLC and then rushed back to barely make it for work in time. When I got back home I had to answer to roommates, hometeachers, friends, and family members who were all wondering what in the world was going on with my life (not a fun thing to explain). Then I went and got all the food for the ward activity and then finally I was going to relax, mourn and heal. SO FUNNY! My roommates and I bought Hot n Ready's (the only true thing to help a girl heal), candy, ice cream, pop.... you name it- we all got it. We then turned on a random movie....lol low and behold the plot is that this guy can't get a girl so he pretends to be from New Zeland!!!!!! Suddenly all the stuff we had just bought didn't taste good, and I was ready to turn my mind off and go to bed!
On Sunday I got up really early and my parents and I drove up to Idaho. My cousin was being made a teacher and so we had a family get-together. It was bitter-sweet. The questions went in this order: #1. Where's your boyfriend? 2. Why did you break up? #3. What did you do this time? #4. Are you ever going to get married? #5. How have your tests been going? #6. When do you graduate? Do you get the picture? It was overwhelming! As great as it was to see everyone- I was an emotional wreck! I escaped as soon as I could and headed to Rexburg.
That was just what I needed. I saw a Recent Convert from the Mish. I saw Mission friends and my old roommate Stacey. That night Stacey and I went up to the Rexburg temple and layed the seats back in my car and stared up at the magnificant building. We laughed, cried, and set goals. It was just what I needed to give me perspective. I left the temple that night determined and resolute to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Monday came and besides my Grandfathers lecture on not being too picky about my future husband, the day went by well until the wedding. It was all that I could do to keep from crying. My old companion got married at the Shelton in Idaho Falls. There were so many things that I wish could have been different but when I saw the happiness that was in each of their eyes- I couldn't help but be happy for them and the fact that they have each other in this life. It was hard to say good-bye to one of my closest friends. She's my travel buddy, my twin, and my sister. I wish them well! They are moving to Texas.
Well, the weekend though it was hard, it wasn't that bad and yet I woke up with my entire face on fire, and my lips swollen and a sore on my lower lip. I have never had a cold sore before so I am not sure if that is what it is. Am I stressed? lol Is this what stress does to a person? I sure hope not! lol Really, I thought that I was fine and that things were really looking up and that I was handling things well. Ha ha ha....I'm gonna practice my deep breathing today lol!

Strength

Sometimes I am shocked by the amount of strength God allows us to gain. God allows us to stay in the sometimes taxing circumstances in order to help us absorb all that we possibly can that will be beneficial for us and our happiness in our future (Mosiah 24, Moses 1:39) How Grateful I am for Elder Holland who constantly reminds us of the importance of taking our own individual steps toward the Garden of Gethsemane.
When I was in in 8th grade, a friend of mine who was older than I was tried to convince me to run for student council. She told me that she saw LEADER written all over me. At that time in my life, I was trying to find where I fit in, what my talents were, and what future goals I should set. I had just moved out into the country and I felt like I was given a new beginning. I remember going to the meeting where all those who were interested in being in student government were to attend. I looked around the room and felt a strange sense of inadequacy. I also remember that night sitting on our front porch with my mom watching the sunset and letting her hold me as I vulnerably confessed how I felt. I remember my mom sitting me up, holding onto my shoulders, staring me in the eyes and said "Kristi, greatness doesn't come by sitting around and doing nothing- it comes from living what you know is true, believing in hope, fighting for the right cause and not being afraid to stand out." That night I made a poster and put it up on my wall, it read: "Tough Times Never Last But Tough People Do."
That night set the precedence for the rest of my life to this point. What is interesting is that although I can put up a good fight (for a good cause) deep in my heart still resides that young 13 year old girl who doesn't want to fight for things- she just wants to fit in.
A teacher that I respect that works with me at the MTC once shared a memorized poem with my district as a parting gift to them. I have clung to this poem ever since as I truly cherish its power and validity!

Good Timber
by Douglas Malloch

The tree that never had to fight For sun and sky and air and light,But stood out in the open plain And always got its share of rain, Never became a forest king But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil To gain and farm his patch of soil,Who never had to win his share Of sun and sky and light and air, Never became a manly man But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease: The stronger wind, the stronger trees; The further sky, the greater length; The more the storm, the more the strength. By sun and cold, by rain and snow, In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,We find the patriarchs of both.And they hold counsel with the stars Whose broken branches show the scars Of many winds and much of strife. This is the common law of life.
(Thanks Mitch)

What is the secret to gaining strength? Elder Ballard in this months Ensign says: As people become self-reliant, they are better prepared to endure adversities and are better able to car for others in need." Is strength always a good thing? This I am not sure of anymore. If you would have asked me when I was 20 I would have to you without any doubt that strength is a positive thing. However, no that I am older and have been through more trying experiences I am starting to wonder. I am grateful for strength that comes through trials but recently I have learned to be grateful for vulnerability as well. Balance!!!! Isn't that always what I am working on? lol I am so grateful for the things in my life that have given me strength. I am also grateful for the ability to feel vulnerable- thank you friend (you know who you are) I appreciate the things that I have learned from you.

Finding the Strength

It's four in the morning and I just got in from a very defining night for me. Tonight after school I came in same as always and went right into my roommates room and heard all about her day and her "guy" highlights. I made the round to my other roommates to see how they were doing and for some reason felt a prompting to call my mom (The only reason why this was a weird prompting was because I was clinging to my phone in hopes my boyfriend would call or text). Regardless, I called my mom and to my surprise she informed me that she was at the hospital with my Dad. My Dad that night had gone up the canyon in our horse and slay and they had gotten ito an accident. At the time, my mom had no news to report on how my Dad was doing other than the fact that she knew he landed on his head when he and the horses crashed into a ravine. I was horrified. I grabbed my things as quickly as I could and informed two of my roommates that I wouldn't be coming back tonight and I rushed out the door.
On my way to the hospital so many thoughts went through my head....many of my thoughts were towards blessings I have recieved that I take for granted due to my busy schedule. I was also grateful that I live close enough that I could go to the hospital and be of comfort or help. My thoughts were interupted by a dear friend who always seems to know when I am in distress. As soon as I heard my phone ring I started to cry- not even knowing who it was. God knew that I needed someone to talk to on my way down to Payson- I am so grateful for those who are in tune with the spirit!
When I got to the hospital my dad looked horrible but he had a smile on his face and of course a few pun's and jokes for everyone. We waited at the hospital until they finally released him saying that he is a walking miracle. Barely able to move, my Dad looked at me in all seriousness and said "I need you." I knew exactly what for...the horses. The horses were left up the canyon and they were assumed to be in bad shape. My father who never cries...except for when a horse dies...was worried that he might have to shoot one of them. I told him that I could take care of it all by myself....ha ha ha! I was in Heels a collared shirt and Banana Republic pants!!!!! He took one look at me and said "Not a chance!" I don't blame him.......I kind of strayed from the country thing he wanted me to get into. lol
The next thing I knew I was at my parents house dressing up in someones snowsuit (three of me could have fit in it.) We found a bunch of odds and ends to keep me warm and we headed up the canyon. I was shocked when I felt my emotions rise to the surface when I saw our two horses at the bottom of the revine standing tall. The slay was mangled in a bunch of tree's and the horses were covered in blood.
I had no idea how we were going to get them out of the revine! But sure enough my "man from snowy river" Dad started climbing down in....crying with pain as he went. I was in charge of locating the rope on the mangeled slay, getting it unattached and then whirling it down the revine and pulling the horses up....piece of cake right? lol I don't know if my Dad has ever been more proud of me...he was in so much pain that once I finally got the horses stable with my mom I went down and helped my dad up to the top of the revine. His entire body shook in pain and I was busy trying to figure out if my Dad was my hero or a crazy guy for doing what we were doing.!!!!!
We ended up walking the horses down to the stables which was quite a way down the mountian especially with the horses hurt... but we got it done and them loaded and we all made it safely home. My Dad was a gonner by the time we made it back and so he had me feed the horses...no biggie right? I mean I did just help save their lives....or not. Using a pitch fork and throwing hay over tall fences is so not my thing!!!! Nor was I any good at it!!!! lol But I did it and thats what matters! lol lol lol
As I finally came in from an exhausted night I took one long look at my mom and observed how she cared for my father and how she fussed over different techniques that would help him get better. How grateful I am for loving parents who care for each other and for me. They are fighters. No matter what stands in their way they know that they will endure and be there for each other at the end of the day. Tonight was such a lesson to me of finding strength to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward. My family was tremendously blessed tonight and I am grateful that God still teaches us lessons about life-even if it is in the middle of the night!

Right Time and Right Place

I don't really have time to write this right now but I am afraid that if I don't I will forget some of the things that happened...
Once upon a time I went on a mission. It was an incredible mission...trust me I don't mind talking about it....so.....if you ever want to hear some good stories of knocking on doors- come find me. Believe it or not, the MTC was not that fun for me. Don't get me wrong it had its moments, but all in all I felt like I didn't belong there, that I was behind, and that I stuck out like a sore thumb.
I quite a few moments kneeling on the girls bathroom floor praying for strength and any other kind of help! My mission only got harder after the MTC but the difference was that my attitude had changed and I put all my faith in the Lord.
Today one of my sweetest missionaries seemed to be struggling...I felt prompted to tell about my experiences in the MTC....I don't ever do that. This sweet Elder started to get emotional. After the closing prayer I felt prompted to have a progress meeting with him...even though I was running late. I stayed and spoke with him and time stood still as if I didn't have any other cares in the world except for this servant of God.
He opened up to me and said that he had decided this morning that he wasn't cut out for missionary work because he is older, not as educated, and his family is struggling. He said that he hadn't felt the spirit the last two days...until I finally came in today. We spent four hours in class today- my Elders are troopers for putting up with me for that long! He said he felt the spirit the whole time and knew that he needed to talk to me- but what he didn't know was that I was going to speak to him in front of the whole class. He was shocked abotu the things that I brought up not knowing what it was he was struggling with.
As we spoke one on one, he cried harder than I may have ever seen anyone cry. He has been through a lot! His dreams of swimming for BYU were shattered with an injury and his family is really struggling and all he wanted was to be some place where he felt like he belonged. The Mother in me just wanted to hold him and fight his battles for him; however, I knew that the Lord needed today to happen for him....just as I needed a day similar to this one for me years ago when I was in the MTC.
As I bore solid testimony to him about the importance of the atonement, God's love, and missionary work....my heart grew as I yet again was reminded that "every good thing in my life is a direct result of me serving a mission." I realized that one day he will look back and say the same thing.
It's amazing how we bless each others lives...sometimes without even knowing that down the road we are going to meet. I feel that way right now. The people in my life....they have experienced similar things as I have and yet some of them were oceans a part from where I was at the time. How grateful I am for the web that God threads of our lives!

Weekend of Victory!

This past weekend I went through some of the hardest things and yet it was one of the besst weekends I have had in the longest time!
I got up early for work and tried to do all that I could for the Elders in such a short time that I could be there with them. Then, my mom came and picked me up from the MTC and drove me over for my final surgery on my neck............That was painful!!!!!!!!! But my Mom satyed with me all day and my roommates came and kept us company and even my younger brother and his wife came by and visited with us! I felt so loved and supported! I even was spoiled enough to get a beautiful flower with the most adorable note! All of these tender mercies pushed me forward. They gave me courage to keep going and fight through the pain and search for the good in hard situations. That night regardless of how I felt I went to the Vanilla Ice & MC Hammer concert. It was a riot! It was hard to stay there the whole time because I was in a lot of pain but I was so glad that I got to go and make some more memories! There's nothing like good music to remind you of your childhood!
On Saturday morning I woke up early and went to work....to my surprise there was a huge card from my Elders that said "Get Well Soon Sister Orchard- We love you" Life doesn't get much better than that! What sweethearts!
Right after work I went shopping with my niece for her Birthday. SHe and my mom came and picked me up and we shopped all afternoon- man, was I beat! It was fun though to see how I have witnessed my niece grow into a young woman!
That night My boyfriend and I were able to go out and celebrate my nieces birthday with the rest of my family. It was a great time! Crazy at times- but it was so fun to relax and enjoy family! I love'em so much!
We went to Valour afterwards and supported some friends in a concert that they put on. The music was incredible! I was so impressedwith the talent! I loved being there in that environment and loved being with my friends and my boyfriend. Honestly, I felt so blessed and glad to be alive- my weekend rocked! Regardless of be exhausted and in pain my life is so rich! I love the people in my life and am so grateful for what they contribute!