Happy Turkey Day!

Happy Thanksgiving from Arizona!

This year, we decided to spend Turkey Day with Grandma and Grandpa Moldenhauer in sunny, 75 degree Mesa, Arizona. It’s been pretty relaxing, I must say. I’m quite enjoying the freedom of being away from Provo and being away from SCHOOL. So not to impose, mom, dad, Melina and I are staying at Uncle Dan and Aunt Debbie’s house (just a couple streets down from Grandma and Grandpa) while THEY are spending Thanksgiving in Soda Springs with their kids. I’m sure grateful for my family….all of them!

As always, we were blessed with a splendid meal, courtesy of my wonderful Mama (and homemade rolls from sissy). I must give a special shout out to my Grandpa because he ordered a honey baked ham too! I’m not a huge Turkey fan, but I LOVE ham so I was nothing less than thrilled. It was fun to sit around the table and eat and eat and eat: mashed potatoes, cauliflower, rolls, stuffing, pomegranate salad, green beans and bird (or in my case, pig). And of course, pie! Mmmm…I love food J During dinner mom had prepared various questions on slips of paper that we could pick out randomly. We enjoyed getting to know each other more, especially Grandma and Grandpa. After today, I’ve concluded that much of my spunkiness comes from Grandma. She was feisty [and REBELLIOUS] when she was a young person! Some of her stories had all of us bent over with laughter. It was a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. When we got back to our temporary home, we put in Elf and Melina and I played Phase 10 while mom and dad relaxed in the lazy boys.

Mom and dad went to bed early and Melina and I put in Miracle on 34^th Street. Eventually, I was falling asleep so I tucked myself into bed around 10. About 11:30, Melina ran into my room claiming she heard someone close a door somewhere in the house. I jumped out of bed and together we opened my door slowly and she said “hello”. Most likely my imagination got the best of me because I thought I heard someone reply back with a “hello”. We screamed, jumped back on my bed and both whipped out our phones to call mom and dad who were simply down the hall. They came out of the room and searched the house and, of course, nothing was out of order and all was well. However, that did not keep me from getting a bad case of the “scardsies”. Melina and I started texting from our individual rooms and I was reminded that we are truly sisters because when I asked her what she was doing, she was looking for a Disney movie on Netflix. Many can tell you that if ever I'm nervous, that’s always my go-to. Anywho, we decided to find strength in numbers and she came and slept with me. It’s so silly because at night, when you’re scared and alone, you can’t close your eyes. However, when you know someone is right next to you, you can curl up and fall asleep with the sound of The Aristocats in the background with no problems at all. This morning, mom and dad said they forgot we were 28 and 21 and felt like they were dealing with 7 and 4 year olds. Whatever, it was scary at the time. All in all, it was a perfect Thanksgiving.

Melina and I turned into ninja’s when we opened our doors, coming face to face. Yeah, we could have totally taken someone on in a fight…

Like so many others have done, I would also like to share a few things I’m grateful for:

I’m grateful for my wonderful family and extended family.  I am very lucky to live so close to so many of my relatives. I’m grateful for my parents, who, from day 1, have worked hard to give me and my sisters a good life. I’m grateful for my sisters and the lives they’ve created for themselves and the examples each are to me. I’m grateful for my smarty-pants brother-in-law Mark and my nephew Jacob. Both make are family better. I’m thankful for my grandparents and what I can learn from all of them. I’m grateful for my aunt, uncles and cousins and for those who will one day come into our family.

I’m grateful for my terrific, supportive friends. I’m learning it’s more important to have a small number of good friends than a big number of mediocre acquaintances. I have found myself some great ones and I am richly blessed because of them. As of late, I am extremely humbled by some of their support, encouragement and tenderness towards me.

Very easily I can say the best decision I made this year and one of the top 5 things I am most grateful I have experienced in my life so far ever has to be going on my Art History Study Abroad. It changed my life, as simple as that. I’m grateful for the sites I took in, the art I stood before, the friendships I made and the lessons I learned. I cannot wait until I can return one day…

I’m grateful for my health and for excellent health insurance so I can meet with my doctors and order my medication each month with ease. I’m grateful to be receiving a higher education and that the finish line is in sight. I’m grateful for my wonderful job at the BYU Kindergarten and Preschool. I’m grateful to work with individuals that care about me. I’m grateful to interact with such sweet, gentle souls each day. I’m grateful to have a car that takes me from Point A to Point B to Point K to Point R. I’m grateful for the Christmas season which is now officially upon us. I’m grateful for my Savior, Jesus Christ. I’m grateful for His love, His forgiveness and His plan.  

I’m grateful for my legs, so I can run and let myself be free for 40 minutes every day. I’m grateful for my large green eyes which allow me to see the world and have personal experiences that allow me to see the world in a certain way. I’m grateful for my ears, so I can hear music and laughter and others. I’m grateful for my nose which allows me to smell freshly baked chocolate chip cookies or pine needles on a Christmas tree. I’m grateful for my wide smile and big mouth that lets me speak what I think and maybe bring a little sunshine into the day of another. I’m grateful for my heart that beats unceasingly and fills with warmth and love for others. I’m grateful for my hands that can write and take pictures and work. I’m grateful to wake up each morning, to live my life – even on the bad days and I’m grateful I can go to bed each night with the thoughts of the day still fresh on the mind.

What a wonderful life we have! I’m grateful for Thanksgiving to think about the little things the Lord grants me each day.

Much love to you all! Happy Thanksgiving!! And welcome Christmas season!!  

Loves!

31ish Hours

I decided to name this blog 31ish Hours because it felt like the best way of representing how the life goes these days. 31 is the number of hours I spent working in the library last week. The “ish” is included because Saturday I might have been IN the library for 8 hours, but I was probably only PRODUCTIVE for about 4-5 of those hours. Oops...Hello, senior year! Hello, senior thesis! 

I've embraced the naked truth of what are my days and even, and perhaps most somberly, many of my evenings. From these dragged conclusions, and due to the nature of my need to plan everything, I laid in bed Sunday night (9 days ago) and began yet another elongated, mental grand task list for the impending school week that lied before me. I realized that if I had any hope of not being a cranky, little snot and scaring away all my friends with my sometimes unpleasant, “very stressed out, tired moods”, I would need some way of coping with the progressive fatigue and anxiety that has become my life. 

So, with this thought in mind, I decided right then and there, as I lay curled up in my twin size apartment provided bed and listening to the fantastically soothing John Mayer, that I would keep track of all the delightful tender mercies that happened to me each day. This way I would be reminded that despite the fact I’m potentially a big, fat FOOL for pursuing higher education, I would still know that someone was watching out for me. While I was not always successful in maintaining a round the clock "happy" mood, counting my blessings certainly helped the situation a bit.  And it’s these tender mercies that I've decided to devote the rest of this post too:

Monday:

Monday morning came bright and early and with it was the list of “to-do’s” at work. One of those boxes in need of being checked was wrapping each of the Preschool / Kindergarten children individual books for their Christmas presents from teachers. If you don’t know this already, my favorite time of the year is Christmas. I love the holidays! I feel like it’s when I’m most happy. So, I turned on Bing Crosby and Mannheim Steamroller for some pleasant background music as I wrapped lots and lots…and lots of Corduroy books. It was perfect.

60 down, 60 more to go!

Southern Comfort Eggnog. Enough said.

  

Tuesday:

I got to spend a couple hours with the artist I am focusing my senior thesis on. His name is Trevor Southey and he is one of those people that I walked away from wanting to see again. Trevor is about 76 years old and is suffering from cancer and Parkinson’s. Still, that hasn't damaged his spirits and he is still working everyday on his art. He has such a unique perspective on life and religion and relationships and was an absolute delight to spend time with. I picked him up from his home and we drove to the Kneaders at Riverwoods where we discussed art and beauty over some comfort food. He even gave me a copy of his “coffee table” art book as a thank you for having interest in his work. Little does Trevor know that I am the one who is grateful for him.

What could I possibly find more motivating than discovering a painting (COMPLETELY by accident) by my artist hanging on the second floor of the library?! It was fate.  

When I got home from the library late Tuesday night, there was a lovely plate of goodies and a handwritten note on my kitchen table with (shockingly) my name on it! It looks like the treats were some homemade Kris Krispie Treats. The card was very nice and I’m suspecting visiting teachers, but the jury is still up. Anonymous treat and love note giver: THANK YOU! I bet your treats were wonderful, but I never got to try them because the plate mysteriously disappeared from the table the next morning. But it’s the thought that counts and I’ll take it!    

 Wednesday:

The first tender mercy came in the form of a parking spot. For those familiar with Zoobie land, you will agree with me when I say parking is not always idyllic. In fact, it’s NEVER idyllic. I was running behind for work and was nervous I would be late because I’d have to park far away – even at 7:15 a.m.! Much to my surprise, there was a very unoccupied spot right in front of the lot. Happy Wednesday!

On Wednesday’s, I have classes from 1-9 p.m. with only a one hour break from 5-6 p.m. It makes for a long day. However, my senior thesis class got out early, which allowed me enough time to go home, eat an actual supper and breathe for a moment. Thank you Martha Peacock, thank you!  

This display has currently taken residency in the Art History Department of the Jesse Knight Building. Upon closer inspection I noticed this gem.... 

...family members can testify that I have said this VERY thing long before it was EVER posted on campus. I'm not pleased. My genius plan to find my "Noah" or "Logan" is going to be ruined!! Errr...

Thursday:

Temple Thursday has become a favorite for me. Caroline and I have officially reached the status of “regulars” and it makes me very happy. It’s certainly humbly to know I can provide service for those on both sides of the veil.

The Clegg’s love food. Being that I am indeed a member of the crazy clan, I enjoy myself a nice meal now and again. And when it can be coupled with fantastic company, there will be no complaints coming from me.  Amelia, my other half at work, and I went on a dinner date to Café Rio and let me tell you, that creamy house dressing and sweet pork will be my saving grace every time. So. Good.  

Our "Thankful Tree" at work

Mia added this gem Thursday night. I was dubbed the nickname "Mini-Me" 5 days after we met over a year ago. The more we get to know each other, the more we find it's freakishly true! 

Sometimes it's nice to be appreciated at work. Thanks for the sweet compliment, Chloe!  

Friday:

It rained today! Yes, it might be sincerely atrocious to some; it’s purely splendid for me. I love the cold; I love bundling up in sweaters, boots and scarves with cherry noses and gusts of smoky air about as conversations emerge. I love the chill in the air; the sounds of droplets hitting my umbrella. It’s a more “chilly” sort of comfort, but a pleasure no less.

After a long week of typing and researching and editing, sometimes a girl could only need some mindless entertainment to heal some of the brain cells. So tender mercy number….a lot is in the form of Netflix’s and Amazon Prime! Just...bless you!! :)

Saturday:

Running around the atrium stairs on the first floor is an excellent way to relieve stress. I learned this Saturday…and so did the people that watched me do it over. And over. And over again. So, I guess you can say my tender mercy for the day was the ability to have strong legs that carried me around those stairs so, so much. 

I also discovered that some necessities for a productive night at the library are as follows: first, leggings and a big sweatshirt or sweater. Second, David Lanz on Pandora. Just…trust me. Third, snacks. I recommend Oreos (yes, mom, I ate them. My stomach didn't hurt that bad though so it was okay. And I needed them real bad!!) and Dr. Pepper. Fourth and last, post-its and multiple highlighters for easy color coding of notes. Have those 4 things and you will leave with success.

I did not write this...but I did not stop it from happening either. Guilty...

Here’s to surviving until December 19^th!

Loves!

Just a Little HOCUS POCUS!

Halloween was just a witch of a time this year! And this time, I actually semi-participated in the festivities, beyond just cute craft decorations and apple cider. I’m so proud!

A couple weeks ago, I went on a double date to the Haunted Forest in American Fork. So much fun! I haven’t been to a haunted house since I was probably no older than 12 and I was terrified. I was pretty nervous going into this one, but I soon learned it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. Such, such fun!

I’d love to give a shout out to my cute Grandma Dixie here because when I originally told her I was going on a date to the “Forest”, she replied “Have a great time in the haunted forest even though I can't think of one thing that would be fun about it, other than being with friends.” I love you, Grandma! We did, indeed, have a blast!

I happily played third wheel with my cute friends Taylor and Landon (just another married couple I've added to my ever growing list of no longer single friends) as we indulged in a little “Hocus Pocus”. No matter how old I get, I still turn into the wide eyed, gapped-tooth, active little 8 year old Megan when the Sanderson sisters come out to play. I love that movie! I also want on record that that night, I was also half forced / half bullied / half tricked via manipulation into eating an “Argentinian delicacy”-- cow tongue! I will admit that the taste itself wasn’t as bad as I was expecting; it was the consistency that made its appeal less than desirable. Despite Landon popping them into his mouth as if it was bubble gum, I did not need a second. I was very happy when he pulled out some homemade Nutella ice cream to cleanse the pallet a little bit. Much more tempting than the…”delicacy”.

As she's become known to my parents, "study abroad" Caroline and I made Halloween sugar cookies one night too! Despite a little "miscommunication" with the oven, they were still pretty cute. And okay, okay, yes we might have "feminized" a few of them. All in good fun, right?? 

A couple nights before Halloween, my other Caroline, Amber and Keira invited Taylor, Landon (what a trooper!) and I over for some Halloween celebrations and it was a hoot! We had a pumpkin carving contest and homemade caramel apples. While I have participated in the whole Jack-o-lantern thing, I have never actually carved a pumpkin myself; until last Tuesday that is. So this was quite the experience for me. Through great determination and inspiration from Pinterest, I give you…Broomhelda!

 She may not be Halloween’s Next Top Model, but she’s always up for a cackling good time and enjoys admiring her warts, having pumpkin seeds thrown in her hair (cough, cough Caroline!!) and daydreaming of the day she will find the spell to give her legs that will take her back home to Ireland. Taylor recreated “Wilson” from Cast Away and her dear husband, being the classy man that he is, made the front AND back of a cat. I will allow everyone to use their imagination….

It had been too long since we were all together and I’m glad we all got to spend a much needed evening together as friends.

Instead of being a normal 21 year old young adult, I opted out of the Halloween parties and drove up to Draper to spend the evening passing out candy to trick or treaters at my parent’s house. I hold NO regrets. On top of seeing just the cutest darn costumes a girl’s ever seen (next to my nephew, of course) and having a plethora of candy at my disposal (which I certainly indulged in!), I was reminded of how much I LOVE Draper and how much I LOVE to be home. Mom made homemade chili and Gluten-free corn bread. I had all, but forgotten what a home cooked meal tasted like! I got to see some old friends and leaders from my parent’s ward that I have greatly missed and greatly adore! It was, all in all, a spectacular and spook-a-licious evening!

 He was Peter Pan. AND he won his apartment complex's costume award. That's my boy!! 

Until next year, Happy Halloween!!

Loves!

P.S.

Although this is completely unrelated, Melina was going through her phone and found this beauty. When we spontaneously drove to San Francisco a couple years ago, we were walking through the Fishermen’s Warf and stopped in an old antique arcade. Clearly, I’m the next Rocky…;)

Saudade

Recently I came across the Portuguese term saudade and I’ve become somewhat attached to it. Saudade can be described as ‘the love that remains’ after someone is gone. Further, it’s the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being…” This week was my last “first week” of college. Indeed, my very last semester of my educational career. Whew! That’s scary. And exciting. Combined with the last few weeks of summer and this being the beginning of my final few months at BYU, I’ve been thinking a great deal about my own saudade. And I’m realizing how blessed I’ve been for the experiences and memories I’ve made, and those I’ve made them with, while at school over the last 3 years.

As “ready” as I was to come to school, I remember as if it was yesterday calling my dad the first night I was living alone, tears rolling down my face, wanting so desperately to go home. Who would believe that by the end of the year, I’d never want to leave my cinder block room in Chipman 308? I can still tell you the very first words I heard as I came out of anesthesia as I tried to comprehend the words the doctor told my mom about my newly diagnosed disease; “Mrs. Clegg, this is not going to be an easy transition for her”. It’s as if I was just leaving the doctor’s office now and it’s been 2 years and 7 months, almost to the day. The memory of my sister and brother-in-law getting married is not one which will soon fade. And their mutual love and tenderness and care they share for one another brings me much joy and is most plainly seen when I get to see my nephew smile. I’m laughing to myself when I think of the many, many Sunday’s spent lying on the floor with Kelsey, Whitney, Shelly and Keaton watching (and soon quickly) falling asleep to the quiet voice of Bob Ross. Indeed, he became a part of our Sunday ritual at Spyglas 306. Along with that tradition became the drive which ensued shortly after another painting was completed to Sara and Jim’s for shakes and popcorn and America’s Funniest Home Videos. Later Sunday tradition would involve Pitch Perfect with Hailey, Amber, Taylor and Caroline; “WHAT?! You have juice pouches and Rocky!”. So much of my education goes out to room 3112 of the JKB where the majority of my art history learning has taken place. Indeed, probably every emotion in the book has been felt in that room. Fortunately, a great deal of those learning moments have been filled with “awe”, “bewilderment”, and “longing”…of course to visit so many of these places and things one day. Speaking of which, it goes without saying that one of the best decisions I’ve made at BYU was going on a study abroad this last spring. My “Europe fund” I started many, many years before was finally used in the various marketplaces and galleries and restaurants thoroughly explored. The memories and experiences and friendships are something I could and never will trade. The only thing left is to go back with my sweetheart. But I’ll be patient and cross that bridge when I get there…preferably over the Arno River in Florence ;) When I see runners on the sidewalks of Provo, I remember the countless hours I spent paving new routes once upon a time ago when I was in shape! Of course, Deer Valley can never be forgotten and still to this day remains one of my all time favorite places.

 The Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows premiere. My family is cooler than your family! 

 That time mom, Melina and I went to the Breaking Dawn Part 1 premiere. The theater put on a wedding. No regrets! #Iwastherethenightthefeathersflew 

 My old roommates. Aren't they just the cutest? 

That time Melina and I drove all night to make it to San Francisco so she could become a licensed nurse in California. Melina was really, really happy to get to her bed! 

 Facial nights!

 Florence: My Heart is Still There!

 Getting Ready for Nights on the Town :) one of my favorite pictures!

Is this little boy not the darn cutest?!

I would be lying if I were to preach on my soapbox and say that these little moments are what make up the last 3 years of my life exclusively. That is one big fat lie. On more than one occasion, my own big sister has said: “Megan. Why are you going back?” Well…it’s because I get to go to work every day with people who really care about me. So much so that my very own boss boots me off the computer to show me something she pinned in honor of me. I come back because there are those who, on my tough days, bring me mint chocolate chip ice cream directly to my bedroom door because she knows it’ll make me feel better. I come back because I have grown to respect and love my professors too much to be taught by anyone else. I come back because I still have learning to do. I come back because I’m too stubborn to leave without proving to myself and everyone who knows me that I can leave some sort of positive mark on this college town.

A common topic of discussion between friends and I is imagining what or how our lives would be different if certain experiences did or did not happen in our lives; if certain people were never met; if various situations were handled differently. What would that do to us and the people we’ve become? I don’t care to know. Don’t let me fool you, I think about it a lot and it would be fascinating to get a glimpse, but when it comes down to it, I would never wish to permanently change something, anything, about my life so far. Because while many journal pages are filled with lapses in judgment, foolish moments of shenanigans, and, unfortunately, experiences which wrought on tears, many of those pages are also filled with happy, laughing-until-the-tummy-hurts stories and people, friends and relationships, that in those brief moments, took my breath away; made me feel higher than life, and better than steamed milk on a snowy December evening in Draper.

A friend and I were chatting this weekend about (indirectly), going out and doing things while others stay home and play video games or watch movies, things in that nature. Now let me preface this, I’ve stayed at home my fair share of nights too instead of being social to watch movies and whatnot; I would be lying if I told you I never have. In fact I’m currently harboring a relationship with Pretty Little Liars. Those who know me well know that I am physically incapable of just watching a TV show; it kind of becomes a part of me…anyways, not the point. The point I AM trying to make is that I feel lucky that I can go out and make memories. And that I have. And that when those hard days come up, which lives taught us they always will, we have good things to lean back on; and old friends and hopefully new friends to count on to back us up and remind us of those good times and those things that make life worth it. And to remind us of how blessed we are. And how no matter what happens, things work out in their own way and in their own time and we should be grateful to just enjoy the ride.

So, in wrapping this up, I guess I just want to indirectly say thanks for the advice. And I’m grateful for my Saudade. I’m grateful to spend a little while being nostalgic. Because for me at least, sometimes remember all the good things in the past encourages me to continue striving to make good memories for the future.

Here’s to one last semester. Here’s to one last round of good memories in the making!

Loves!

Abby

It is a very safe and easy bet to make that there is no one who hated my dog more than me. She drove me crazy! She made saying family prayer (or for that matter, anything semi-important in the Clegg household) as easy as raining in a wild horse. She complicated “spontaneous” weekend plans. She left one or two scars on just about everyone in the family when she was having her less-than-pleasant moments. She barked. She ate things she wasn’t supposed to. She scratched at your bedroom door at 4 in the morning. She was, in my not so humble opinion, a pain. With all that being said, I’d take it all back because there is no dog I’m going to miss more than my little scooter, Abby.

For the past 6 months or so, Abby has been unable to use her right front leg on account of terribly painful arthritis. Some days it was so tender that she could hardly stand to be touched. Recently, it’s gotten so bad that she could only lie down and take short breaths. While there have been some very close calls, sweet Abby made it to today, when we decided it was time for her to go and be healthy and free again. We celebrated Abby’s 10^th birthday on Saturday and let her go home to Aunt Brenda and Papa Joe this morning at 11 a.m. She is now resting in “Abby’s Garden” in my parent’s backyard, where mom and dad have worked hard to make it look nice for our little puppy.

It’s a common joke in my family that I hate[d] Abby the most and yet I was the one that made it possible for her to come into our family. Once upon a time, the Clegg’s were moving from Oregon to Utah and dad asked each of us girls what we wanted in a new house. Elise answered that she didn’t care about architecture, but simply wanted a dog. Dad will sorely disagree with this, but he DID say, “okay”. Fast forward to two years later and we’re living in Draper, Utah, but without a puppy. It was the day before Elise’s 15^th birthday and dad and I were in the hallway when I and my 11 year old attitude called him a “promise-breaker”. It must have done the trick because the next day, mom and dad gave Elise a dog for her birthday. Even though it’s still an ongoing argument in our home whether dad actually said he would get Elise a dog when we moved (he DID by the way), I feel I have enough evidence from today alone that we’re all grateful she did. Abby blessed each of our lives in a very special and unique way and she is going to be greatly missed from our family and our home.

Though to everyone else, I spent the majority of my breath complaining about my little fluff ball of a doggie, Abby and I had our special moments too. Without doubt, since I was in 6^th grade, Abby knew when I would be home from school and as I walked up the front step, her little “happy face” waited for me through the window and gave me loves as I walked through the door. There were certainly times in high school when mom and dad would be out of town and Abby kept me “safe” when the house went creak, in the night. She’s also accompanied me on plenty of trips up the mountain, a top of Suncrest, to look at the valley and think or cry on rough nights. She can be a pretty good snuggle bug when she needs to be. Most memorably, however, has been my time in college, when I haven’t seen her every day, but in times of pain or confusion, she was there when all I needed was someone to simply listen. Abby knew [knows] probably the most about me and the best part is she still met me at the front door, tail wagging, to greet me as I came home. She still curled up next to me on the floor or bed. She still loved me just the same.

Mom insisted Abby and I take a picture on the morning I moved out to live in the BYU dorms. So glad we did now!

How is it that dogs can just plant themselves into your lives and hearts? We’ve had Abby for 10 years and today, it felt like we lost a member of our family. I can count on one hand what and how many times I have seen my father cry. Today would be number 4.

Abby, we love you. Please never forget us. Last night I said that while Abby’s waiting for us, Aunt Brenda’s going to put her in some leathers and take her for a motorcycle ride. Mom disagreed. She thought she’d be hanging out with Papa Joe and with a bit of luck, he could give her a few pointers on manners. Wherever or whoever she’s with, I hope she’s in a better place and she’s no longer suffering. Miss you sissy! Even though you drove me up the wall, I’ll never forget you and I’ll always be grateful for what you did for me and my family.

Loves!

Love you, Abby! 

                 

Summertime Catch-Up

I’m happy to report I made it [almost] two months without needing to walk into a doctor’s office or instacare. Sadly, that record is now diminished. Don’t worry though, it’s nothing too serious; just a little case of strep throat virus. The last couple days I've noticed my throat hurting more and more, with my glands beginning to swell. This morning I used a flashlight and sure enough, there was some yucky details in which I don’t need to go into in the back of my throat. After being “disinvited” from work, I went to the instacare and learned that I don’t have strep throat: the bacteria, but strep throat: the virus. Who knew there was a difference? It’s less severe than bacteria, however, being that it’s a virus, there’s no antibiotics to speed up the healing process, making me remain both contagious and uncomfortable. Blah. Naturally, working with little ones with small immune systems is not an option. So, I’m at home, actually relishing a bit in the peace and quiet and drinking some hot cider. I thought this would be a good opportunity to catch up on the rest of my summer, post study-abroad.

Roughly 24 hours after stepping back onto American soil, I found myself in Island Park, Idaho with the Moldenhaurer clan. For the first time in over 10 years, everyone from my mom’s side of the family was present – all 52 of us! It was a delight! We rented out two cabins that were both charming and picturesque. For me, after being in large, foreign cities for the last 6 weeks, it was quite refreshing to be surrounded by green trees, wildflowers, and, I dare say, dirt! Of course, the cousins brought the four-wheelers and the kids were off and going high-speed during down time. On the warmest day, we went on the lake in the boat. Water skiing, tubing, sun bathing…it was very fun. Little Jacob got a taste of the water and was so cute in his little swim trunks. At night, after the kids had gone to bed, many of us would stay up to play games. I love that my family loves games as much as we do. They’re such a hoot to play with and, when you put a bunch of us together, we’re sure to get tummy aches from laughing so hard; which certainly happened on more than one occasion. Because I was still jet-lagged, I was a party pooper some nights and went to bed ridiculously early, but for what I was there for, I was reminded of how much I love my family. One afternoon, we let the boys be in charge of activities for the kids while we girls had a birthday party for Aunt Lucy. What was the activity, you may ask? Bottle rockets – of course! We made it through with no casualties, but plenty of smiles and laughs from the crowd. It was a fun week and I’m thankful we got to spend some much needed time together as a family.

The day after I got home from the reunion, I rushed back to Provo to celebrate Taylor’s upcoming wedding nuptials. However, before one of my favorite girls could tie the knot, we needed to have a bridal shower. Selfishly speaking, I was so happy we could celebrate not only to honor Taylor, but to be together once again. I had missed my friends and was grateful for the excuse to all be in the same room at once! A couple weeks later, Landon and Taylor got sealed in the Salt Lake Temple. I’m so happy for them. At their wedding luncheon, Landon’s dad said that after he [Landon] had met Taylor 8 years ago, he never really looked at another girl. As much as I can, I understand why. Taylor is one of the sweetest, kindest, good-natured people you’ll ever meet. I admire her courage and her testimony. I envy her willingness to try new things and meet new people. She’s constantly trying to improve upon herself. I’m so thrilled for this new chapter she’s begun in her life. More so, I’m thankful that Taylor is now married to a man who I know will do anything and everything to protect, provide and love one of my dear friends. I wish you both the best and the most happiness in your lives!

Preparing the shower decorations 

So proud of our work 

Taylor missed the "YELLOW" memo

 Wedding Luncheon

 The Happy Couple 

I’m back at my job at the BYU Preschool and Kindergarten. Just for the summer, I’m actually working in the kindergarten classroom! It’s neat to see the other side of the program. I’m so used to being behind the secretary desk that it’s fun to trade in my post-it notes and spreadsheets for crayons and writing journals. Children just have a way of moving into my heart and settling in. I love working with them every day. They are a great blessing in my life! Another blessing to my job are the people I get to work with. It makes coming into work so much easier knowing that I’ll see my friends too. They are terrific examples to me. I’m grateful for them.

Olive Garden dinners are my favorite dinners 

In addition to work, I’m also taking class’s full time. Because it’s only a term – not a semester – classes are accelerated in nature. I’m taking French Readings in Art History and Modern Art. I’ll be honest here: on the first day of my French class, I was kind of freaking out! I hadn’t taken French since I was a freshman in high school and I wasn’t good back then either. Thankfully, with a lot of encouragement from my professor (who is fabulous, by the way) I’ve managed to survive. I even pulled off a B on my midterm. Heaven only knows how, but it was rather exciting, I will not lie. Modern has been a joy not just for its content, but because I’m being taught by Kate Lemay again. This is her last semester teaching at BYU and admittedly I am very sad about it because I think she is a phenomenal teacher, but I’m looking forward to seeing where her future adventures take her. Thank you for all you've taught me, Kate. I owe you a lot!

This last Monday, we dropped Grandma Dixie off at the Provo MTC. She is bound for the Boston, Massachusetts mission, working with old documents and family history. The call is too perfect! She will be a wonderful missionary and I am very proud of her. It will be an exciting journey for Grandma and I am anxiously waiting to hear what will happen in the next 23 months. Good luck, Grandma! You’re in my prayers!

The girls and I have made some fun memories this summer too. Yes, admittedly, we have spent a Saturday or two lounging in the front room watching scary movies and vegging on cheetos and cherries, but we’ve done other activities too! We’re not complete bums! For example, we…

Went boating with some new friends!

Had a couple bon fires with plenty of s’mores to go around!

Ate chicken. A lot of it.

 Made a wicked awesome fort and had many sleepovers! Of course, Pitch Perfect was included :)

It got cleaned up shortly after this picture was taken. I couldn't handle the mess much longer...

Because I was in Europe over my 21^st birthday, the girls threw me a surprise birthday party last weekend. I did not see it coming! I was so touched. Knowing me best, they made it Breakfast at Tiffany’s themed complete with crowns, pearls and cupcakes. They even got dressed up for me! I have found myself some good friends. I am very blessed to have them.

We went to the movies and saw The Great Gatsby. I really enjoyed it! The 20s seem so full of life and energy. I loved the costumes and the acting was fantastic. I would recommend it to anyone interested! After gorging on popcorn and slurpies, we went to Les Hermanos (trying new restaurants in Provo while we still can) and did a few dares

 When I was in London, some of the girls and I went to see “Wicked”. I've seen the play before when I was a senior in high school and both experiences brought up a lot of emotion for me. Both times I saw the play was when one chapter of my life was ending and a new one was beginning. The first time, a senior in high school and soon about to embark on graduation and college, I felt like I could very easily relate to Elphie’s and Glinda’s relationship. They were different, as different as rain is from the sun. They didn't like each other a lot of the time, but something about their differences opened the door for a splendid friendship that would have life-long repercussions. My then best friend Rachel and I fit many of these descriptions. Unless you knew us, you would never pin us as friends or perhaps even acquaintances. Still, our differences made us a good team. And we helped each other out. And at least for me, she is someone I will not soon forget. Even though it’s been months since we’ve talked and I can’t even tell you the last time we’ve seen each other, she is one I will not easily overlook. This time, seeing “Wicked” and laughing and crying alongside Elphie and Glinda and their funny and unusual friendship, I’m reminded of special girls in my life that very shortly I will have to say goodbye too. Some of the lines in the closing song “For Good” say:

“I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason; bringing something we must learn and we are led to those who’ll help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return. Well I don’t know if I believe that’s true, but I know I’m who I am today because I knew you….

Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better, but because I knew you, I have been changed for good”

There’s no better or easier way for me to describe how I feel about these friends than how Elphie and Glinda say it to one another before they depart from one another’s lives. I have been changed for good because of Hailey. Because of Taylor. Because of Caroline. Because of Amber. When I went off to college, I had many people tell me that I would make lifelong friends. I didn’t believe them. To each of you, you were right! I have! I have made those friendships and made those memories that, for right now, are some of the happiest in my life. Now, none of us have turned into the wicked witch of the west and will soon be “melted”. Rather we have much more pleasant futures in store: some of us are getting (or ARE) married, others are graduating and moving on, some are staying. But this is our last summer all together. And in 18 days (but who’s counting?), we will truly become all separated. I don’t like change. I don’t deal with it well. And so it’s very natural for me to say that I am NOT looking forward to this transition. In fact, I’ve got my day planned already and it includes nothing except a lot of mint chocolate chip ice cream, sweatpants and One Tree Hill. Still, I want my girls, these wonderful treasures of mine, to know that you have made the last [almost] four years of my life unforgettable; brilliant; happy. We’ve argued like Elphie and Glinda. We’ve stopped talking for long periods of time like Elphie and Glinda. We’ve competed like Elphie and Glinda. We’ve also laughed like Elphie and Glinda. We’ve taken risks like Elphie and Glinda. We’ve hugged like Elphie and Glinda and we’ve changed each other’s lives like Elphie and Glinda. Through the pain and the arguments and the tears; in the group text messages, the trips to Salt Lake and Deer Valley, the midnight runs to Sonic or Wendy’s; in the minutes that turned into hours and the months that turned into years, we’ve managed to create a picture that is a beautiful scene that will forever hang in my memories. And just like the song says “…and now whatever way [my] story ends, you know you have rewritten mine by being my friend”.

Loves!