BYU is my beloved alma mater.
In 1995, I took my first airplane trip (alone) out to college. My whole life was ahead of me and I knew my decision to attend BYU would set the course for my future.
On my first day of classes, I took my backpack overflowing with every text book it had purchased for the classes I had that day. Ha!
I remember clearly my walk back from my first religion class at the JST. I was surrounded by majestic mountains and a stunning blue sky painted with the fluffiest white clouds I had ever seen. I was so overcome with gratitude for this experience that tears dripped down my cheeks and my soul sang a prayer to Heaven.
I felt this same gratitude yesterday.
Tears just dripped down my cheeks as I walked. I wondered-- when does this end? When will I be able to pass a lady using a walker and stop swelling with gratitude that I can walk?
Will every single experience in my life be that much more poignant to me because in the back of my mind I know "I could have missed this"?
Will I always choke with emotion when I'm reunited with old friends? Will I always hug just a little but tighter as I say the deep words "It's soo good to see you again."
I'm a grateful mess, I tell you.
Day One and I'm feeling filled.
I have been reminded of so many gems.
The one lesson I learn over and over is this--
Love More. Love Deeply. Be Kind. Keep Trying. Serve Others. Forgive. Feel God's Love for Them and Me. Build a Home that is a Sanctuary From the World.
Life Is A Gift.
Family Is A Gift.
I love this poem--