Our Last Day in Sunny San Diego: Old Town Trolley

Hey, guys! We’re back in Utah even though it took me three potty stops during the drive (sorry, Aaron) and a 40 minute detour because we missed an exit (again, sorry Aaron. I’m not the best navigator). We still love each other anyways! Before I get too carried away with life and its responsibilities, I want to tell you the last few activities we did while in sunny San Diego. Mainly because I’m suffering from vacation withdrawals and also because some of you might find it fascinating. Wednesday was our last day there so we woke up bright and early to catch the Old Town trolley in no other place than Old Town, San Diego. We bought our tickets on our first day at a ticket booth in Seaport Village but there are other booths around the city and you can also purchase them online. Plus, the tickets are good for any weekday and they never expire. Isn’t that cool? Throughout the trolley tour, you are taken through the city to seven different “ports” that are narrated along the way. Your guide tells you about the historical landscapes, why San Diego is called “America’s Finest City”, and see the

Why LDS Women Must Proceed With Confidence in Their Choices

Did you guys love love love love General Conference like I did? Wow. My devotion to God and my love toward all of His children completely expanded! I can’t remember the name of the speaker, but he was a mission president in Washington. One of the missionaries under him came to him saying, “President, I just don’t like people!” Ha! I totally laughed out loud. Sometimes it’s hard to get along with people but I was taught throughout this conference that I need to more earnestly love others as God loves and take seriously His call to “be of good cheer.” There were several other thoughts I was able to apply to my personal spiritual development but one I feel I should mention is Elder Ronald A. Rasband’s talk from Sunday morning. He spoke of the divinity of the Holy Ghost and how we must act on the first prompting and be confident in it. We dismiss or question divine council if we avoid even the second or third prompting. He also said, “First promptings are from heaven to help someone in need, family and friends in particular.” I don’t know who, if anyone, might need to read what I’m about to

“This Is The Place I Was Telling You About!”

HOW IS EVERYONE?! Oh, I have missed this — sitting down at my computer with a bowl full of snacks (today it’s carrots & club crackers) and having so much to say but lately, I’ve had exactly zero time to say it. The good news, though, and the update about us is: WE SURVIVED THE INTERNSHIP! For those who are just tuning in and haven’t read previous posts, my husband has been interning with KPMG, an accounting firm in downtown Salt Lake City, for the last few months. Let me tell ya, it wasn’t something easy but what good comes from easy things? Sure, it was long, exhausting hours for him to work and to be away from home but together we were able to find ways to keep our relationship strong and our love so passionate. I’ve been humbled by him, too. Somehow through all his responsibilities, business trips, and coming home to cold dinners, he was able to find time to nurture me and treasure those precious moments we did spend together — morning prayers & pillow fights while making the bed, to name a few. The last three months have taught us a great deal and

Wings

Manhattan awoke to a snowstorm that Thursday morning in January. Flakes whipped through the skyscraper canyon and a bright white coat covered all that was gray. Arctic air brought in winter’s coldest day, a single-digit wind chill, as ice formed around the edges of the Hudson River. The day was already rough for Martin Sosa, an architect, who was heading to Charlotte with his wife and kids because of a family emergency. They arrived at the airport in the early afternoon on January 15, 2009 with their four-year-old and nine-month-old and suffered through the inconvenience of security officials who insisted on checking their infant’s baby food, jar by jar. “Would you like to enter a private room for inspection?” probed the inspectors. Fifteen minutes later, the family moved on. They boarded Flight 1549, a plane that had been flying for ten years and was about to make its 16,300th takeoff. Before departure, Mrs. Sosa protested the separation from her husband and daughter who were seated three rows back but Doreen Welsh, a flight attendant, settled her down in her middle seat with her baby. The man on her left was sleeping. The man on her right coo-chi-cooed the baby,

Then Cometh Jesus Unto A Place Called Gethsemane: Why He Asks Us to Be His Hands

In The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we often discuss what it means to be “His hands on earth.” It means we serve those around us as He would serve them and we love those around us as He would love them. Sometimes we may feel, though, “Why does He ask me?”, when we know He is fully capable of doing it on His own and that He would (more than likely) do a better job than we ever would. Note, though, that our Father is Heaven asks us. He doesn’t demand us, threaten us, or quite frankly, need us. All it is is a simple asking, an invitation. If we do as He asks, we show Him that we sustain Him. We choose to stand with Him and His counsel in a darkening world. Everything He asks us to do is important, and when we do as we are asked, we are blessed. Recently, God has asked me to serve a lot. And not just me; He has asked my mom, my brother Eric, my sister-in-law Siera and my husband Aaron to serve as well. You see, my healthy, happy, go-big-or-go-home father found out on Tuesday after weeks of absolute unbearable pain,

GIVEAWAY!!!!! Increase Your Everyday Confidence with My All-Time Favorite Pep-Talk

Who (besides me) LOVES to read? If you do, let us please start a weekly book club. If you don’t, this book will change that entirely. I pinkie promise. It’s a quick, easy read and you’ll experience laughter, tears, an increasing amount of faith in Him and recognize His faith in you, and you will be encouraged to ponder your purpose as His daughter. I was introduced to this book by my adorable mom and it’s called “Does this insecurity make me look fat?” The title alone! How can you not laugh?! As women we have days where our faults, weaknesses, disappointments, and our insecurities dog-pile on us and weigh us down. Those are the exact moments we (I) dig out the Dove Chocolates from my kitchen candy cupboard and indulge in one big fat pity-party but the truth is: we are not, and will never be, perfect in this life. We know we’ve made mistakes but we also know is that Heavenly Father loves us exactly as we are. He loves us and He needs us. He is directing a great work and He hurts when we don’t see ourselves or others through His eyes. Through reading this book, I’ve

Want to Be Truly Happy? Start Your Day with a Morning Walk with Your Mom

Hey friends, how has your day been going? Mine has been full of babysitting: cleaning up messes, an afternoon walk to the park,  jumping on the trampoline, reading books at the Draper City Library, buying milk at the grocery store, cleaning up more messes, cooking dinner, giving baths, aaaand rinse and repeat. It’s nice to sit down and write for a minute. So, lets get to it. A fun fact about me: my patriarchal blessing states (and this is not verbatim): I will have “special experiences that will guide me to choosing a career that will bless the lives of my family, myself, and others who are seeking to become closer to God.” As I started college in 2011, I had specific plans to obtain a career in dental hygiene with no thought about that special promise from God. Nothing was going to stop me (except for human biology & anatomy, maybe) so I ran as fast as I could carrying these plans with me. I had always enjoyed writing and reading in high school but not once did it cross my mind for them to become my profession — until my English professor from my first semester at Utah State University

6 Secrets about a Hard Working Husband and Why He’s Important to Appreciate

Last October, my hard working husband was offered a full-time accounting internship with KPMG in downtown Salt Lake City, Utah. For small town Aggies in Logan, Utah, we both were SUPER STOKED to have new experiences in a bigger town with bigger (and better) work opportunities…Until he came home from the second day of his internship to tell me he’d be traveling for an entire month. Oh, and that he’d be leaving in just a couple of days. I admit that dread engulfed my entire body. I hoped Monday would never arrive. Of course we were excited for this opportunity he was given, to audit major companies and plunge into a career, but he was dreading the separation, too. We’ve been married for one year & one month with small weekend fishing trips and girl’s nights in-between but being apart is never a comfortable thing, and we hope it never is. I don’t think I made a big deal about him leaving, but I’ve cried during our Skype calls and our nightly prayers over the phone. And I promise you I’ve been calculating the milliseconds until he comes back. He’s been away for 2.5 weeks and I enjoy telling random people