Fall'in into place

So I realized that a lot has happened since I have blogged.  In Salt Lake I am now on a new journey. Moving was a little difficult but with some help with my family it worked out brilliantly. I think the best part was borrowing food from the house (even though I probably won't give it back :D ). But even with the best there also comes the worst. As I was saying goodbye to my family from my new house my little sister was crying. She didn't want me to leave. I understand her position, she is the youngest and feels like everyone she know's and loves is moving out. In a way it makes me happy because I now know I made a difference in my family and that they love me. 


My room is now exciting! With a new desk, blinds, and bed I am happy with where I am. Hopefully tomorrow my room-mate and I can find our new ward and make some new friends.  Seems like everything is new, lol! The house that I live in is a cute and has it's own personality. With a garden in the back and lots of weeds it will tough to get it in shape but I can't wait to get started. 


I have been really blessed by the Lord. It's amazing how everything has fall'in into place.  

Little things

     I have a great alarm system! Braden quietly enters my room and starts saying, "Brianne, WAKE UP!" The first few sounds aren't so bad but when he tickles, that's when the game is on. It's a game of strength even though I have none because I'm hardly conscious in the morning. I try to stop him but fail. I laugh because I can't stand it, he too good. Suddenly I heard a army coming down the stairs. My little sisters, Becca and Bethany have come to join the fun. They turned on the lights and start jumping on my bed. What a great trampoline! Truly I enjoyed this loud, jumpy alarm. There's no better way to wake up!

    It's the little things in life that really do make a difference. I probably would have slept in too late if it weren't for the kind effort from my siblings. This morning I got to say good bye to my grand parents before they traveled back down to St. George. They are currently serving a Mission and they hope that we would visit very soon. Yay roadtrip! When talking with them they both emphisised that these next few years are full of important decisions. Whether it is marriage or going on a mission one decision should stand out of the rest and that is going to the Temple. This took me back a little but as I thought about it more I realized that it is so true. The Temple is the House of God and He resides in there giving us knowledge, inspiration and peace. I notice in my life I need to visit there more often and feel His love. Return to the Temple!   

Loving Life

     "The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift of life is yours; it is and amazing journey; and you alone are responsible for the quality of it."

                  ~Dan Zadra

     There is no better way to go about life than to love every moment of it, make the best out of it, and enduring through it. This past week I remembered that as I was pondering on the death of a loved one. My great grandma "Grandma G" died on March 4th. I remember everything from that day as if it were yesterday. In December we got a message that Grandma G had a brain tumor and that she would probably last another 2 months. Since then we have been hoping and praying for her to have a quick and painless death. On March 3, Grandma G went to dinner as usual with her friends and suddenly had a seizer. The nurses moved her to her bed and she laid there for the night. My mother told me about her situation that next morning as I went to work. She told me that Grandma was unconscious and it wouldn't be long now. The next thing I got was a text reading, "Grandma's gone. What a blessing. I'm so happy for her! I love you!" I wasn't sure what to think but I know that she is reunited with her husband, daughter, grandson and the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

     At the funeral I was told that I should write down some of my memories of her as a little child. She was a brilliant woman with a clean, tidy house. Everything was in order; toys in the closet, cookies in the cookie jar, this weeks newspaper on a desk right next to her magnifying glass, and not one spot of lint on the floor. One toy that I was very used to playing with was a motor home boat pulled by a string. It sounded like a jack hammer as it was dragged across the floor and had small chairs for the table inside. When she would attend church with us Grandma G would always have a secret stash of mints in her purse in which she would share with all of her grand children. Honestly, I think it was to help us to be quiet. Grandma G also had many talents one of which always lightened my spirits. She was amazing at the piano. Still playing when she was 93 and legally blind. Her songs are embedded in my head.

     Missing her will never stop until we are reunited again but until then I hope to be just like her one day and how she was able to Love and Endure life!