I am home.
Actually, I have been home for almost 2 weeks now. All I have been doing is trying to get a job. Out of the blue, an old friend from my childhood ward came to visit our family and happened to know of a place that would hire me.
Last Thursday, I started my job at a vitamin company. It is definately not the most exciting job in the world, but it is a full time job that pays better than minimum wage. By the end of the summer I should have enough money for at least two more semester of college. This is such a blessing to have gotten this job at this time. It is going to be long hours, but I know in the end it will be worth it.
It is amazing how the Lord answers our prayers with things that we didn't even know we needed. Sometimes life is about those little tender mercies...
When I was pregnant, I was obsessed with reading other’s birth stories. Now, I feel like it is only fair that I write one of my own. To Mitch- It is ironic that you were born the week of the April General Conference. A year earlier- your father and I had received the inspiration that we needed to start trying to have a child much earlier than we had originally planned. We followed Heavenly Father’s counsel and had faith that it would work out. Now we have you! Your due date was March 24, 2016. I thought you would come early, but you apparently had other ideas. You decided to come late. Every morning that week, I would wake up and check to see if my water had broke. Every morning, I was disappointed. I went into work on the 25 th and it was one of the most miserable days because I didn’t expect to be there. You silly goose! You kept us guessing from the very beginning. Your dad and I went into my doctor’s appointment on the 25 th . I still had not made any progr...
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