I am so blessed to have these ladies right here. And my Dad, not pictured. They let me be sad and depressed when things are too much to bear and they still hang out with me. They understand all too well the heartache I am feeling and so they let me feel it. We always end up laughing, when an hour before I was sure I was going to die.
I can never go too long without seeing them I have to get my fix and remember that someone loves me. They even know all the horrible things about me. Haha
My Dad has been a good friend and support. Long ago he would not have wanted to hear the sad things going on in my life, but it all started when he kept sneeking his way into our girls night out and so he was subject to our conversations. He must like it or miss his boys an awful lot because he always comes with us. Sometimes I am afraid he will be embarrassed when we laugh too loud, unless it's at one of his jokes.
One time, It was conference on a Sunday and I had a very sad and hurtful experience at my house, there were people there so I left and came crying to be with my sister. My Mom and Dad came and sat down and listened to me talk and cry, they talked with me and comforted me for hours. The TV was right there and they never once tried to turn it on or make me feel like I was bothering them. They missed that whole session! Don't worry they read it later. At that moment what I needed more than anything was to feel like someone loved me and up until that moment I never knew how much they loved me until they missed conference. When I went home and read it I gained so much from the talks, but it meant everything to me that they let me be important to them at that moment, that my emotional state came first. Our relationship changed from then on. I kept showing up for blessings and wouldn't leave until he gave me one. I started sharing with him my trials when there were no sports playing and he listened and so I kept coming and I kept talking and they kept listening.
My Parents have been the best examples in my life. I am forever grateful that they have always done their best to live the gospel.
True story. Me and my sister sometimes say "remember when mom and dad missed conference".
I might start telling stories about them because I don't think any of them read my blog!!
They think I tell them everything already so why read it too.
Well, they are wrong!!
Sometimes I decide I already wrote it so why tell it again.
