Friday's Letters

Niagara Falls on our recent (a few weeks ago...) trip to Palmyra

Dear movers, we still can't get over the fact that you backed your moving van all the way down our 1/3 mile long driveway. Considering the winding tunnel through the forest that it is, that is an incredibly impressive feat. Thanks for the laughs.

Dear USPS, you are my favorite. Please don't go out of business, or reduce your days of delivery. I love my letters too much to lose time.

Dear Christmas in July, you are the best. I celebrated with a morning mug of Stephen's hot chocolate and some holiday tunes. It was the best.

Dear mornings, I've missed you. Let's hang out more often.

Dear three-day thunderstorm, where are you? I've been super excited to experience the crazy natural disaster storms that supposedly happen out here on the other end of the continent. I would be a big fan of a power outage. I need a story to take home, after all.

Dear Costco, I still love your chicken bakes. A lot. Three dollars of Heaven-sent goodness.

Dear imagination, it's good to see you again. The stresses of attempting to fit into this grown up world took me away from you for a time, but with all the time I've been spending with crazy kids, I think I'm finding my way back to you. It's been a good time. Let's keep in touch, okay?

Dear Olympics, I'm really excited about you. Really, really excited.

This 25th Day of July

Memoirs. That's the word.

I've been looking for that word for years. And it finally hit me. I love memoirs. I love them. I love to catch glimpses into the experiences of others. I love a well-told story. I love life in its simplicity, and I especially love to turn something mundane into the extraordinary.

And I guess that's what memoirs do. They take something so simple, so commonplace, and transform it into a universally understandable work of art. They connect us. They help us look beyond social barriers and see that our hearts are shared. Though our hopes and dreams may be different, we all have something that we are striving to become.

You know?

Anyway, today is the day in which we celebrate Christmas in July. I plan on listening to Christmas music all day long, and reminiscing on the days when it was cold enough to wear pants, thick socks, shoes, three layers of long-sleeved shirts, gloves, and a coat--and still fight the urge to shiver in attempt to look normal while walking around Temple Square. While I'm at it, I'll probably drink some hot chocolate soon, before it gets unbearably hot. Then I'll eat some popsicles and pretend that they're snow. I will celebrate that the Christmas season has drawn yet another day nearer.

And, as silly as it is, there is no reason not to take the opportunity to remember what Christmas is all about. A Savior was born. He did all that was required of Him, He redeemed us. And He lives today and is ever reaching out to you, waiting for you to take His hand.

We are so, so blessed because of Him.

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Merry Christmas in July!