Confession: I love love.

Catching his glance across a room. Laughing at a witty comment he made. Hearing that he thought the food you made was delicious. Getting butterflies when your fingers touch. It's great!

Second confession: I want to be married and look forward to being married. Now, why do I feel more embarrassed to admit that?! Is it because it's socially taboo to talk about? Or is it because the moment you say that you're afraid every guy in a 20 mile radius has heard you and they'll all run away out of fear of you pouncing on them?

So, because of this desire there have been multiple times in my life when I've become slightly frustrated and sad that I wasn't dating or married. Don't get me wrong, I've always enjoyed being single. There's so much to do! And I love the life. But there is something to be desired. This frustration, however, has slowly gone away, or, should I say, evolved into something else. Just a few days ago, I was talking to my mom about this new concern that was weighing on my mind.

"I'm ok with being single," I told her, "but now, my worry is that I haven't ever met him yet and there's this long series of events, a set-up, that needs to happen before I'll really be close to being married. That just doesn't sound like fun to me."

Moms always know what to say. She only need a small moment, in which, she looked rather pensive. Now, to give some background information, my mom and dad met in a sacrament meeting. "There was only room for one more person on the end of the pew, and he decided to sit by me." She said he sat by a different girl every week, and when he finally sat next to her, she had the butterflies!!! Going through her mind were thoughts like 'why is he sitting next to me?!' Upon the conclusion of the meeting, my mother turned to him and invited him over for birthday cake. "Tomorrow's my birthday and my roommates made cake, would you like to come?"

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. My birthday's tomorrow, too."

"No, it's not. One of my roommates is putting you up to this."

"No, it really is." And then he pulled out his driver's license. Sure enough, it was. My mom says there's no such thing as coincidences (which is true!) and she knew he had to be hers; it just took a little time. 

So, that Sunday was July 6, 1981. After I had told my mother about what had been on her mind and she had taken her one small moment to come up with something brilliant she said, "KC, today could be your July 5, 1981." I stopped and thought, confused by what she meant. Reading my facial expression, she then went on to say, "You see, July 5, 1981, I was hoping for someone to come along. I didn't have any prospects and I was just waiting. And then the next day was July 6, 1981. Today could be your July 5th."

I looked at her and smiled. Brilliant! She struck gold. That night, I told my roommates about that and the following day one of them texted me and said, "Happy July 5, 1981!"

Immediately a grin came across my face. Today and tomorrow hold endless possibilities! And I can find joy knowing that I have an accumulation of righteously lived yesterdays. So, if you're ever down, think of the wise insight as delivered by my wonderful mother.

This week has been a great one! I spent a significant amount of time organizing my photos from my LDS mission in Finland. People are great. They make the world go 'round. From pokeman fanatics to homemakers to LARPers to gym addicts, people are the spice of life. Speaking of which, there was this one meal I made on my mission that was named after a missionary who had served in Finland before I got there- Zimmerman Over Rice. TRY IT!!!

Amounts depend souly on your personal preference and on the quantity desired
White/brown rice (quinoa could be a great substitute as well)
Chicken marinated with a honey and paprika mixture and a little bit of milk or cream
Feta cheese
Dried basil
Garlic
Cherry tomatoes
Zucchini
Red peppers

Cook the chicken in a pan. Add the garlic, zucchini and peppers. Just before turning the heat off, add the feta cheese and basil. Stir. Remove from heat and add halved cherry tomatoes. Enjoy over rice.

You know those moments when you open an acceptance letter to college, or you find out about a scholarship offer, or you are finally asked out by the boy you like? I love those moments, as does everybody, I'm sure. When I opened my letter that told me I would be serving an 18-month mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, that happened, and it extended into the following week as I got a mini Finnish flag and would march around my apartment like I was a trombone player in a marching band, or when I continually asked my mother in every conversation we had, "Hey, guess what?" "What, KC?" "I'm going on a mission!"

Well, one of those moments happened to me this week. I was offered the job at the Missionary Training Center to teach Finnish! As I was at the breakfast table, eating my lemon-flavored Greek yogurt, I got a call. I nearly flipped a biscuit! Later that day, I was driving to see my mom and every now and then I would spaz out and exclaim, to myself, "I got the job!" I'm sure other drivers were concerned to be driving next to someone who looked like they were expressing signs of a seizure, but I lulled their worries as I continued in my straight course within the boundaries of my lane. In those moments you just feel like you're on top of the world! It's in moments like these that, if chosen, we can see just how aware of us Heavenly Father is and how important or needs and wants are to Him, we can begin to see His hand in all things.

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