Yesteryear...

This weekend was a blast from the past. I stepped into 2008 and was completely weirded out, while at the same time I was completely jazzed about it.

I had the opportunity to hang out with a couple friends that have come home from missions, and because of their return a bunch of friends whom I don't get to see very often. Needless to say, it was pretty fantastic. I got to reminisce and see old friends, but that wasn't the best part. The best part for me was a realization. What might this realization be, you ask? It's this.

High school was great, and I have to say that I enjoyed it fully while I was in it; however, I am beyond ecstatic over the fact that I have grown. It was interesting to note how different I am from my high school self. Hanging out with my old friends was great, and we could still laugh and have a fabulous time, but I am different and I love it. Maybe I am a bit of a narcissist or something, but every time I stop and think about it, I am happy with the change that has occurred in my life, and in myself. I love that I can move beyond the last phase of my life. I've moved beyond high school, old crushes and old drama, moved past the frustrations that plagued me in those years. I decided this as I drove to Logan and left South Jordan behind.

I will always be able to go back and visit yesteryear and enjoy those memories, but I am not stuck in them. Isn't that fantastic? I didn't even realize that I had done this until I was faced with some of the things of yesteryear. I'm very happy with myself for realizing that I can grow and learn. I guess I'm fascinated with the idea of growing up or something, but it's great isn't it? I think yes.

Missionaries!

First, I wanted to keep a little tradition alive. When all of my guy friends left on their missions I wrote them a little something on my blog and I certainly don't want to leave out my favorite person to blog stalk :)

Merrit! I don't think you realize what an amazing example you've been- even just through your blog. I love your words and I'm thrilled that I will be able to continue blog stalking you and your adventures. I can't really guarantee a ton of letters, BUT I will promise prayers. I know you will have the very time of your life. You are amazing! :D I just thought I'd let you know before you shipped off across the world.

In other news....

My sister, Soeur Mindy Anne Leavitt will be home in EIGHT DAYS. I think every time I've talked to my mom she's told me the number on the countdown and I just can't quite wrap my head around it. This is pretty much the greatest ever :D

Because I had a panic attack this morning...

This morning I woke up with a gasp and sat straight up in my bed and thought "BAH! What day is it!?" and then calmed down because it's only Saturday. Its become a bit of a tradition for me to write something for the missionaries that are heading to the field before they leave, and Elder Spencer reports to the MTC in Argentina in three days time. So, Chase my friend, you are no exception to this small tradition. I've had this one written for a while, probably about a year now. I think its pretty much self explanatory- at least to Chase. So here it is...

For You

For wishing on every snowflake
For hammocks
For the Fourth of July
For December 22 and October 5
For "Signs" and Haunted Forests
For the confetti and the donut on your shirt
For ROBERT! and those dirty old women.

And most especially
For friendship.

To My Dear and Loving Sister

So this may just be the biggest form of plagiary ever, but it popped into my head and it fit. I love you Minnie.

To My Dear and Loving Sister

If ever two were different, then surely we.
If ever older sister were lov'd by little sister, then thee;
If ever Mindy was happy with Megan,
Compare with me ye another Megan if you can.
I prize thy wardrobe more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
The happiness we've shared is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but watching Gilmore Girls, give recompence.
The smile you give is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in happiness let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Original Poem
"To My Dear and Loving Husband"
By Anne Bradstreet

Christian Dallen Irie Carnley

"The Scottish poet James Barrie wrote, “God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.'" Thomas S. Monson

Here's to the past.
To Perkin's class and the infamous look. To my lawyer. To "Will you go to Sweethearts with me?"... "Sure". To your sweet awesome tie. Remember we got married that night? To endless Seinfeld quotes and to Wendy's frosties and fries. To Isabelle. To four in the morning and wet shoulders.
To always being there.

Here's to the future.
To having roses in the Decembers of our lives. To working like mad, having faith to go on, and deciding today that today is worth it. To making the best of today.
To always being there.

And here's to one of the greatest shows ever. Seinfeld:
The soup Nazi!
"It's more like a full-body dry heave set to music."
"It's not you its me?? I invented 'its not you its me', if its gonna be anyone- It's gonna be me!!"
"They look like keys George, they look exactly like keys"
"Why do they call it ovaltine? The mug is round, the jar is round. They should call it roundtine!"
"Newman!"
"Who's gonna turn down a Junior Mint? It's chocolate, it's peppermint -- it's delicious!"
"But I don't wanna be a pirate!"....

To be continued.

Dear Josh,

So, since you recently discovered that I write a blog I decided to write you.

Tonight I went to a performance. This performance was the African Children's Choir. Needless to say I thought of you for the better part of the performance. These kids are with an organization called "Music for Life", with this they are singing to better their African Nations. They travel all over the world dancing and singing to raise money for their fellow students to continue going to school to better their lives. The mission statement of the African Children's Choir is "Helping Africa's most vulnerable children today, so they can help Africa tomorrow". I wished so many times that you could have been there to watch these amazing children showcase their amazing heritage. These kids between the ages of eight to eleven are making an enormous difference in the lives of literally thousands. The reason I thought of you was because you have done the same. It might not have been on such a grand scale, and it may not have been around the world, but you have made a difference- and not in just the lives of those precious vulnerable children.

On a less gushing note, you would have aslo loved the dancing. I remember you talking about the boys that totally kicked your butt at dancing. It reminds me of the Ben Folds song Zak and Sara "Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance that make it possible for all white boys to dance". I'm sorry to say bud, I really don't think that'll ever happen ;) Maybe someday, with lots of practice, or ya know... the Second Coming. At any rate, maybe someday.

In conclusion, you have changed a lot of lives and will continue to do so. You are also an excellent dancer, just not as excellent as eight year old African children :)

With Love,
Megs

P.S. You can consider this your first unofficial letter from me!