The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

Anyone who knows me can tell that I am a worrier.  Despite the rather intelligent head I have on my shoulders I constantly have a running commentary of worries chatting away in the back of my mind.  It causes me a lot of background stress in my life, especially if I can't control what I'm worrying over.  Lately the issue at hand has been: When I get married, will I be ready to handle all that growing up? Will I be able to be the wife I desperately want to be? "Probably not." Says the common sense in the back of my head.  But here's the neat part about today. I was pondering that worry for probably millionth time this week, while walking to stake conference with my roommate who is also getting up close and personal with the marriage issue.  We had discussed our mutual discouragements earlier and now walked in silence to campus.  We sat down together and I took a deep breathe trying to dispel the stress knot forming in my chest. W...

If wishes were spoonfuls of mint chocolate chip ice cream I would have enough to swim in. But as impossible as that sounds I have a feeling that most of my wishes aren't that far out of reach anymore. Funny how being engaged to the man you're in love with will do that to you. My favorite wishes are already set in motion simply because I have him in my life. My Wish to be married and loved, To have someone to love, someone to share what I love with. But my favorite wish I have been pondering ever since Mom handed me my first dolly and told me now I had my own baby just like she did when my first brother was born. To have a family of my own. Someday I want to be called Mommy by a little girl who has put her shoes on wrong and wants to help me make cookies. I want to cuddle up on the couch with my little family of boys and girls and read them stories before bedtime and share the scriptures with them. I want to teach them who they are and how much their heavenly fathe...