This is a long one, folks. I have a lot of built-up writing energy
after the break up. I totally understand if only those of you who really care,
read.
Primary: “First or highest in
rank, quality, or importance; principal.” That is the very first definition I
found for the word. I love it. Last week, Brian and I received our very first
assignment as Primary substitutes...even before we had been set apart! Our ward
is really on the ball. So much better than a married student ward!...For us. We
received the calling our very first full week at the new ward. Impressive.
Anyway- back to last week! Brian and I read over the lesson and prepared for it
the best we could. We were nervous. It was a really odd feeling to be preparing
a lesson with him. This is something that each of us did countless times on the
mission...with other people. With our missionary companions. This was so
different. I realized as we were discussing the lesson, that even though I had
seen him teach before, we had never had that connection as a
teacher-companionship. It made the experience all the more special for me.
As we entered our
classroom of the week, there was one young man lying across all 5 chairs. We
introduced ourselves, sat down, and waited for the rest of the 11-year-old
scholars...who never showed. So, we altered our lesson as we went, especially
for Kelton. Nothing went as planned, and that’s how I know it was perfect.
Brian and I still have some work to do before we can finish each other’s
sentences, but we're working on it. As we got up to leave, Brian said, “We
still have a whole other hour of this.” I couldn't help but think that he would
love the next part even more! I knew I would!
Sharing time was great. We learned a new
song that touched my heart (found here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foKlppGj48A).
Sorry, I don’t know how to do those fancy link thingies. Brian was mesmerized
by a magic trick that one of the counselors did, and I was loving life. I felt
closer to Brian, I felt like the spirit was crazy strong, and I knew in my
heart that Brian had changed his mind and heart about this new calling. It
turns out, I was wrong and Brian didn’t like it as much as I did. We got set
apart yesterday after church, and it was just what I needed. I am sure I’m the
only one who remembers anything that was said, but it was special. Hopefully
Brian isn’t miserable for too much longer.
Ever since graduating in April, life has
been pretty hard. I loved school. For all the times that I complained about my
teachers and the meaningless “busy work” they assigned, I loved it. My relationship
with school was my longest romantic relationship I’ve ever had. The only break
I took from school was an 18-month journey that was even better than college,
so no problem there. And I always had school to come back to. It was there for
me whenever I asked…and also when I didn’t. I was always excited to finish,
because I figured that I would be married and could start a family after I got
my degree, or even before. Plans change. Life gets scary. And expensive. And unknown.
How come I didn’t realize how good I had it when I was 8? Sometimes I’d like to
go back there. Talk to my Dad. Learn more from Mom. Now I find myself sitting
on the couch watching T.V. for most of the morning, and not even getting
dressed until an hour before Brian gets home- just so he won’t think I’m a
complete bum. Anyway- needless to say, this break up has been the hardest break
up of my life. That’s just a taste of my new sulky disposition, though. When
Brian registered a couple weeks ago, I cried myself to sleep that night. When
my mom told me that one of my brothers is planning on going back to school, I
burst into tears in the car with Brian at the stop sign next to the library. That’s
right; I even remember my exact location. How pathetic am I? Bad, bad, bad
break up.
John Huntsman has some change to spare. Brian and I went up to
Driggs, Idaho for the biggest fireworks show in The West…or something like that.
Huntsman owns a ranch up there, and it was HUGE! We found the cheapest thing to
eat (that also sounded delish!), and we ate our Mexican elote (not as good when
gringos make it) inside of a plastic colon, next to an artificial growth of
some kind. Good times. That was the only exciting part except for the
fireworks. The rest was really boring. We were there mostly for the fireworks,
and they didn’t start until 10:00 pm. We got there around 4:00. At least I was
out of the house (: It was a gorgeous drive on the way up. On the way back
though…not so gorgeous. I’m sure it is when it’s not 1 in the morning, though. Once
the fireworks ended, Brian and I booked it to the car. We were one of the first
ones out of the parking lot! An hour later, Brian had snapped after I gave him
a lecture on patience and Jesus, and we weren’t talking. As we came out of the
parking lot, the po-po wouldn’t let us turn the way we had come, so we had to
turn the opposite way and flip around to get in a mile-long car line. That line
didn’t move for the next hour. Thus the lecture on Jesus’s patience (: It didn’t
work. We ended up making a 15-point turn (exaggeration alert) and heading the
opposite way. We had no idea where we were going. And we were hungry and
grumpy. About 2 hours, one national forest, and one dark, twisty,
plunge-to-your-death-canyon later, we were home. And alive. Oh, and talking
again, haha.
I really hope this post has been entertaining to someone besides
my Mom. No offense, Mom…it’s just that I know you’ll read this because you love
me so much. Not everyone reads out of love. Most people don’t, actually.
