Forever and ever

I have a friend of the Book of Faces. She recently posted a picture of her grandparents at their 70th Wedding Anniversary. "That's right, 70 years." She probably has no idea how AMAZING I seriously think that is, and how grateful I am that she posted that picture. Her grandparents look SO happy. Yes, they look tired as well, but so happy.

I'm getting sealed to Emily on Friday. This Friday. I cannot believe that it's here already. We will be married and become husband and wife forever and ever. I believe in that and want it with all that I am; it makes me so happy just thinking about it. My friend's grandparents have gone through 70 years and they will probably go on even longer. Forever and ever even. Emily and I will do the same.

Family is amazing. Once upon a time, my Grandma Mari Bell recorded herself reading a book to her grandchildren as she was serving a mission with my Grandpa. It was a book about how the Bats became the 'outcast' animal, or something like that, because they couldn't choose between the animals or the birds, which made both sides, the animals and the birds, hate them, and thus, the Bats are now all by themselves... Anyway, after she read the book to us she testified about how important it is to choose a side, "either the Lord's side, or the Devil's," and how when we choose the Lord's side, we can all be together, as family, forever and ever. "That is our strongest, most deepest desire, to be with all of you." And that is my strongest, most deepest desire. To be with my family forever and ever. To be with Emily forever and ever.

Friday is going to be a good day.

So Happy And So Right

It seems like everytime I have a desire to blog about something, I go to write a new post and I have no idea what I want to write anymore. None. I wonder why that is. Maybe I'm not creative enough. And, everytime I've posted something (all of two times, including this time) I think of the movie "You've Got Mail." But anyway, here I am at work, behind the counter in the gift shop of Seven Peaks, when I probably shouldn't even be writing this, but the gift shop is as clean as it can be (well I could probably vacuum, but I still have four hours ahead of me to do that) and the work is pretty slow. So as the wind blows the smell of frying burgers and seasoned fries through the door, and as I listen to people squeeling and screaming as they go down The Boomernag, I feel just fine about blogging. Good. And now I know what I want to write.

I'm getting married in 14 days. In a couple of hours it will be only 13 days. That's basically like, tomorrow, right? It feels like just yesterday we had 100 days to go and were thinking how far away it felt. But it's not far away at all now.

I'm so excited to marry Emily. Everything has worked out and is working out and I have the strongest feeling that everything will work out so well. I'm very thankful, and very happy.

Two days ago I was working the same shift that I am now in the gift shop during an exclusive party event, and it was SO slow and SO boring. I had nothing to do because my real computer was broken so I found a piece of scratch paper and wrote a random journal entry. I haven't written a single thing in my real journal since I moved to Provo. I remember exactly: sitting on my new bed (well, new to me) and opening up not new journal after I had mostly unpacked my not new things on the first day in my new (to me) apartment. It was actually just before I went to hang out with Emily I believe. It felt good writing in my journal then, and it felt good writing in my 'journal' on Tuesday. I mostly wrote about Emily. (She wants to read it, but hasn't yet. She'll love it.)

You know, I'm constantly thinking about how I should and need to write in my journal more often. It shouldn't be so hard if it feels so good, right? I'll do it. Be more like Emily.

I never really pictured myself getting married. I mean, I've always known that I will get married eventually, and I've always wanted to get married. I guess I just didn't it expect it come so fast. However, now that I am getting married, I'm so happy and it feels so right. I know that it's right. And it's real. This is what I need to do and what I'm meant to do. And I love it. I can't even picture myself going on without doing it. Obviously those feelings of not seeing myself getting married are from someone that doesn't want me to do what is making me so happy, and what is so right. Too bad. Because I'm going to. In 14 days (almost 13).