Mom Said

My mom sends out an email about our family (at home)'s week every Sunday night, and last night's was pretty interesting. Here's what she wrote after telling about a convert baptism they had between sessions of Conference on Sunday, where our two full-time missionaries gave the talks on baptism and the Holy Ghost, and each broke down into tears.

And I had the most interesting thought cross my mind. I thought about the story of Ammon in the Book of Mormon, how he went to the Lamanites. When King Lamoni’s servants found him they bound him and brought him before the king. By the time Ammon had talked with the king for a few minutes, the king was ready to offer one of his daughters to Ammon for a wife! And that’s how I was feeling about those missionaries; like they are the kind of young men I’d like to see our daughters marry. (Don’t worry girls, I didn’t sign any documents or anything!!!)

I think this would be intriguing anyway... but especially since Elder Romney has been serving in our ward since August, when we left for school. It was with him and his first companion (in our ward, at least), Elder Durrant, that it first hit me that the missionaries were my age. MY age. I mean, I'd always thought some missionaries were cute or whatever, but now that I was mature enough to actually talk to them, I was also beginning to realize other things as well. I felt so gross at home for even thinking about the missionaries, because... I mean, they're missionaries. I felt like I committed a sin every I time I smiled at them or something. But out here at school where marriage is a lot hotter topic than at home, I've been thinking about Elder Romney a lot. You know, just things like wondering how he's doing, what he'll do after his mission, and maybe what his first name is. He was one of the nicest and most sincere guys I've ever met... but I still feel like a creeper. But now Mom said something about him, too.

Kindof...

Life, in an Alternate Dimension

I don't even remember what we were talking about, but I was with my sister today and we were joking about today has been in a different dimension... it might have been because of the Monday schedule? But I've also been thinking a lot lately about my future... I think part of it might have been because of church on Sunday; I doubt there was even something said about this, but I just remember thinking I was so glad to know what my future is, or at least could be. Today my friend Justin at the Naval Academy texted me asking where he was going to be in 7 years. I thought it was funny he was asking me; so I gave him the typical military response, in a foreign country, designing secret weapons (which is what he wanted to do). He said he didn't think so; we got into it, and he'd never really thought about his future before. Maybe it's just a girl thing? I know Stephanie has planned just about everything you could pre-plan in life; I haven't thought *that* far, but I've been imagining a lot. And I've realized that I am SO grateful for a plan, a path, and a patriarchal blessing to shape my future. Justin didn't seem to understand that I'd go where my husband needed to go even if it meant I couldn't teach at home like I want to... I can't wait for the family part of my future. I can't wait for my future to involve other people than just me. I want to share futures, to share goals and commitments and ups and downs and friendship and love.

Marriage still seems so far off. Just thinking is enough for now.