Fordpride

Tonight I took the missionaries out to dinner.  I try to do this at least once a month for several reasons:  -blessings -awkward conversations -my parents drilled this into my soul as a habit of service -blessings The missionaries we have serving in my ward right now are just perfectly amazing and the right amount of weird.  It's a match made in heaven/the Denver North Mission.  They are both big guys with a high school resume full of playing in football games and an endearing lack of social skills. They requested dinner at this BBQ place and after 3 baskets of gratuitous rolls, we finally got our meals and began to chomp down on meat and mac and cheese. #blessings One of the missionaries began to talk about his girlfriend and it was an enlightening moment for me.  Homeboy is only 21 years old and is dating a 30 year old.  Which, hey, props and love to that.  But the best part is this: they never actually dated before he left on ...

Things I am grateful for, in no particular order: Reminders of eternity, when things go seemingly wrong, Eye connections with strangers in cars; when I'm feeling extra strong. Books and words that make me feel, Friends who help me deal. Strangers who make me feel like I belong; And my prayers when I kneel. Magic moments of pure bliss, And when I'm lucky, a quick kiss. Accepting emotions but fighting sorrow; Thinking about how lucky I am for tomorrow. When ice cream tastes especially sweet and when my bed feels extra warm, My family when I need them most and when I get to perform. Popcorn and movies and going solo, Knowing in Portuguese that cake means bolo, Not feeling any pressure to conform, And a rhyming dictionary that tells me to put polo. Mediocre poetry and the chance to write, Traveling and airplanes and always taking flight. Dancing and angels and Heavenly Beings, Grateful for a life so freeing. Note: I've been strangely more connected to...