I got a chill and giggled a little as I walked out of work this morning and snuggled up tight in Dan's jacket. It is soo fall. Adorable ceramic jack-o-lantern and two mason jars filled with candy corns&pumpkins on the coffee table, pumpkin chocolate chip cookie dough in the freezer, and a scarecrow on the front door.
Tonight is my last night of work and I'm off for six nights. Fantastic? I feel so free as those big sliding doors open for me as they anticipate my stride. I know I don't have to come back for a week... The world is mine. But I can't help but think about the people I take care of. The precious man who is dying of terrible, horrible, evil, painful cancer that is spreading with every breath he takes... always asks me how I am doing after I ask him how he is. "I'm doin pretty good... how are you doin?" And his wife who sleeps in that crooked hospital chair at his side night after night, never leaving his side. I will never forget him. I can whole-heartedly say that I love him.
School is overwhelming. I can do it and I'm doing well, but I'm stressed. I don't like that. I like to enjoy my time and have plenty of it for those things that fill me. I want to be able to have all the time I want to prepare my lessons for my young women and do projects around the house and cook fabulous meals and go out with the missionaries and blog til my hearts content and photography my life and make cards and just be me! I am going to petition to switch to part-time instead of full-time. Why the rush?
Dan and I are in love. With eachother. With our church. With Heavenly Father. With our apartment. With our families. With candy corns. With skip-bo. With our snuggly warm bed. With prayers. With texting. With photoshoots. With adventures. With Whitlock [our plant]. With our future. With our dreams. With our life.
It's what you make it. We make it happy and playful and full of love.