Remember how Kevin served a two year LDS mission in Geneva Switzerland-France?
oh I do, and I love every last bit of it.
Today consumed of a lot of statistics homework, a test, some nick nack wedding plans, and some almost end of the semester lack of will power and determination to do my school work. (why does it always happen to me around this time?) I can hear my stomach turning wanting me to feed it, but there is nothing for me to fill it with. (ramen noodles only goes so far) Its around this time that I want to kick my books to the curb and just lie on the exciting turning green grass on a hand crafted quilt, with nothing but my ipod, Kev, and a good read.
As I sit here reading the letters that Kev and I had written each other for two years, I have an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. As I think of the things to complain about I realize there is so much more to be thankful for. As I read the hand written letters I have a humbled heart, tears full of laughter, rekindled sparks of memories, a realization that Im not the same young naive girl I was two years ago, and a heart full of love.