"Dig your heals in, you're good at that Amy."
My mom's right. If there is anything I am good at it's keeping at it. Things generally don't go as I plan them; this is one thing I can count on. Another is that I certainly will not give in. Whether I am on the back of some 16 hand warmblood horse or just trying to make it through another week of the Accounting Junior Core.
Very few things come easy for me in this program. In fact, right now I can't think of a single thing. I must like doing things that are difficult. I'm drawn to them. Maybe that's why I loved Cross Country so much because it almost killed me every race.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Dear Mr. Charles,
After reading all those letters to you today, I wanted to write one too. I'm not about to let Sidney, Lexi, and Jordan have all the fun. I too hope you had a wonderful Valentines Day. May the memories of meter reading, South Provo, and hiking Y mountain help you remember that you have lived a great life so far.
Thank you for making me laugh with your stories. My feet no longer are like lead ... there is a spring in my step.
Love,
Amy
Thank you for making me laugh with your stories. My feet no longer are like lead ... there is a spring in my step.
Love,
Amy
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Sunshine
Just when things seem the darkest, the sun shines through.
A paradox, yes, but unmistakably true. After an emotional day yesterday, I made the trek to my car. As I opened the door, I couldn't help but smile.
2 evian bottles, 3 peanut butter power bars, swedish fish, interior completely detailed, outside washed and waxed.
Thank you. I think sometimes we forget the influence we can have on others. Something small can mean so much.
Thank you. For sharing some of your time with me.
Thank you. For being creative and fun. For bringing sunshine to my dreary day.
The more you look for the good in your life, the more you will find. It is there. Just behind the gray clouds we sometimes allow to cloud our vision. Dance in the rain. :)
A paradox, yes, but unmistakably true. After an emotional day yesterday, I made the trek to my car. As I opened the door, I couldn't help but smile.
2 evian bottles, 3 peanut butter power bars, swedish fish, interior completely detailed, outside washed and waxed.
Thank you. I think sometimes we forget the influence we can have on others. Something small can mean so much.
Thank you. For sharing some of your time with me.
Thank you. For being creative and fun. For bringing sunshine to my dreary day.
The more you look for the good in your life, the more you will find. It is there. Just behind the gray clouds we sometimes allow to cloud our vision. Dance in the rain. :)
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Elder John David Hansen
I am so excited.
I just called Dad; they are in Reno now waiting for their plane to Salt Lake. "Elder Hansen!" I said to John on the phone. He is no longer just John; he is now Elder Hansen.
My feelings of anxiety and sadness have been replaced by peace and joy. I have already been blessed by this decision John has made.
Today, I am filled with gratitude.
During his farewell talk John talked about a story of a blind girl who had to jump from an attic window to a net below to escape the flames that were destroying her home. "You have to have faith to let go," John said.
I do. I am so happy for the decision John made to become Elder Hansen.
Viva Puebla!
I just called Dad; they are in Reno now waiting for their plane to Salt Lake. "Elder Hansen!" I said to John on the phone. He is no longer just John; he is now Elder Hansen.
My feelings of anxiety and sadness have been replaced by peace and joy. I have already been blessed by this decision John has made.
Today, I am filled with gratitude.
During his farewell talk John talked about a story of a blind girl who had to jump from an attic window to a net below to escape the flames that were destroying her home. "You have to have faith to let go," John said.
I do. I am so happy for the decision John made to become Elder Hansen.
Viva Puebla!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
John David Hansen
John's favorite music, John's favorite food, sharks, cars ...
Anything that reminds me of him. Only a week left. I have made it through the hardest times of my life with this boy. We are best friends. I know he has to leave but that doesn't make it any easier. I'm coming unglued.
I know people probably think I'm overreacting, but I don't think they quite understand. What is Jim (our favorite climbing tree) with out John? What are road trips, vacations, family outings without John. I cannot even tell you how many hours I have spent in the back seat of the car with john- our tapes, our books.
Who is going to jump off Mom's filling cabinet in the closet with me? Who is going to go on hiking adventures with me? Who is going to throw eggs over the back hill with me? Who is going to complain about chores with me?
I cannot bare to see that room empty. I'm not ready yet.
Anything that reminds me of him. Only a week left. I have made it through the hardest times of my life with this boy. We are best friends. I know he has to leave but that doesn't make it any easier. I'm coming unglued.
I know people probably think I'm overreacting, but I don't think they quite understand. What is Jim (our favorite climbing tree) with out John? What are road trips, vacations, family outings without John. I cannot even tell you how many hours I have spent in the back seat of the car with john- our tapes, our books.
Who is going to jump off Mom's filling cabinet in the closet with me? Who is going to go on hiking adventures with me? Who is going to throw eggs over the back hill with me? Who is going to complain about chores with me?
I cannot bare to see that room empty. I'm not ready yet.
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