
While I was in Manti last weekend I gathered my last two bins from my parents attic. I think I have all of my belongings out of their house now. In one of the bins I found a trunk full of old cards, notes, and pictures. I spent the next morning reading through almost all of them….
It was quite a journey though my life…
Notes from family, friends, grandparents that have passed, funny boys, young woman leaders…
Everything from notes passed in class during middle school “I hope Ben calls me today. He is so cute! Who do you like? Well gatta jet ” to….”happy graduation- you made it! You’re going to love college..”
There were some really nice anonymous notes that I never found out who they were from…
It was a funny journey....I laughed out loud multiple times at old inside jokes..or sometimes just at pure stupidity of our maturity levels…
There were some notes that made me want to cry- some because they were so nice and meant so much to me and some because they were from old friendships that are lost forever…
I turned 23 yesterday… It was a hilarious birthday. I’m going to pretend it didn’t happen and start it over on Saturday. Have you ever started laughing hysterically and then next thing you know you’re balling uncontrollably? I had one of those moments last night… It freaked Pete out a little.
23… while with the Ackerman family we were talking about how old we feel vrs. how old we really are. Some people felt younger…some people felt older…
I feel 23. I think I’ve felt 23 for the last 3 years…but I still feel 23.
Pete was 23 when I met him…I thought that was SO OLD (I had just turned 18). And now I’m 23… I have a toddler, I have a home that I could possibly be living in for the rest of my life, I’ve been married for 3 ½ years…. I feel like I should be at least 23…
Anyway. This was a random post… I guess I’m just feeling a little sentimental this morning and wanted to vent.