California&"The" Talk

I really need to be doing my homework right now...I put it off all weekend and went on a trip to California with a group of people from the singles ward. Seriously, so much fun! That was the first time I'd ever seen the ocean! The first time I'd ever had sushi rolls. The first time I'd ever rode a tandem bike. The first time I'd ever seen the San Diego temple. The first time I'd ever attempted to surf. The first time I'd ever just decided to go on a trip without consulting my parents first. I'm a big girl now! Long story short? It was amazing. 

The absolute best part was seeing the temple. That has been my favorite temple for as long as I can remember and I've always wanted to get married there, yet I'd never seen it in person. If you want to know the truth, as soon as we came around the corner and saw the temple at the top of the hill, I began to cry. It was pretty late at night so the temple was already closed (I was really bummed about not being able to go earlier.) but just being there the spirit was so strong. I have never wanted to go inside, or at least just be inside the gate on the temple grounds, so bad. As I stood there pressing my face up against the fence I just thought, "Wow. That's Heavenly Father's house. He's in there." And then I had a very distinct thought, or an impression if you will, "He's here too, Sierra." Needless to say, it was an incredible night and there's more to that story that made it even better but that's a little personal for everyone involved and so I'm not going to share it on here. 

Anyway, one of the friends who went along on this trip was guy #1 from my last post (I don't remember what geeky name I gave him before). We get along really well and I feel like I can tell him anything. In fact, I have. After we got back from California last night we just sat there and talked for hours about a lot of really deep, important things. Towards the end I told him that, even though I really love spending time with him, I thought it was best if we just kept things as good friends, maybe even best friends, but not a relationship. And he was really understanding and very cool about it. He said that, even though it would be hard for him, he completely understand thought it was fair. And that is why he's already one of my closest friends here. I really appreciate the maturity that most guys in the church have. I feel like, as I grow up, I'm having this talk much more often, but at the same time the guys aren't acting out as upset boys anymore, now they respond to me with respect and they handle it as men. It's a bit of a strange transition, but it's one that i definitely like. 

I'm so grateful for him and others who have treated me with respect even though they don't necessarily like my decisions. I'm grateful for the perspective that the gospel gives. I'm grateful for good people and good friends. I'm grateful for the confidence that I have to stand up for myself and say no, this isn't what I want for myself; I didn't always have that. In fact, I didn't have that until recently. I never wanted to hurt anyone's feelings, so I would let things slide much longer than they should have on multiple occasions. In the end, it always ended up hurting them even more and me as well. I'm grateful that I have finally learned my lesson.

Bad Decision Making & Ugly names.

So here's the thing. I date other people. Y'all know that. I like dating! A lot.
This weekend I went on a couple of dates and they were great! Fun guys? Check. Unique activities? Check. Good food? Double check. (And, let's be honest, that's the only part that really matters.)
So I had a great time on both dates.
But here's the thing: neither prospect has a future. Specimen A, we'll call him Rupert*, is a great guy. However, he's not someone who could take me to the temple. (Not that it's even like that. At all.) And that's kinda a big deal. If I said he was a "flirt to convert" case, I'd be lying. Because he's already a member. And I actually enjoy spending time with him. But hey, helping to bring him back to church is a definite plus.

Specimen B, Albert*, is a super awesome dude. Do the words dude and Albert really belong in the same sentence? I feel like they don't. Anyway, I digress. He's actually someone who I could see myself going on more than a couple of dates with...and not getting sick of. And that's saying something. But...he's a convert so he wasn't able to go on a mission at age 19, so he's going on one now. Which is amazing! I'm so impressed by people who do that! But I can't help but think, really? Another soon to be missionary? I can really pick 'em, eh?

Also I have an awesome new friend. She'll be given the name *Wompel. (Or Blanch. Or Frambruka. I can't decide. The list is just so good!) She's Canadian and the other day she asked me a question and said "Eh?" at the end. It sorta made my life complete.

*Names have been changed, and to pretty terrible options I might add. Do you really think I know someone named Wompel? Ew. No offense if that's your name. But you should probably consider a name change. And fast.

Ugly names. Let's talk about that some more. Hogarth. Is that a boy or a girl name? I feel like it's not even suited for a dog. And what about Melvin and Gertrude? Quasimodo. Archibald. Eugene. Olga.  Humphrey. Bertha. Myrtle. Buford. Opal. Dorkus. (Seriously, it's a name. Read Darcy's Song.) Edith. Eunice. Beaulah. Bartholomew. Ingebord. Also, every single Sesame Street character. Why must they have such awful names? The world will never know.

One of my friends wanted to name his future daughter Hildegarth. 

Hopefully he marries someone who isn't a crack-addict so she can talk him out of that one. 

Poor kid.

HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY, ELDER RAMSAY!!!

(I realize that this is backwards. Dumb move on my part but you still get the point.)

so i guess i'm pretty spoiled...

because today I received, not one, but 2 cartas! We don't write as often anymore so when I do get a letter it's a huge surprise, sorta like a mini-Christmas. And in each of those envelopes there were multiple letters, one of which was written on 3 pass-along cards because he didn't have paper with him. I immediately sat down and read through those things as if I were losing my sight in a few minutes.

Omygoodness, omygoodness.

I love that boy.

And you know what? 

He loves me too. =) 

He is excited about marrying me! Me! Can you believe it?! I sure can't. I have definitely made my fair share of dumb mistakes and he knows all about them and yet...he still wants...me? How can this be? 

I am so blessed. 

In one of his letters he said "I was talking to a guy named Beto...the other day we got on the subject of families and whether or not we had girlfriends. I showed him a picture of you and he approves. But then he said something I wasn't expecting that was really nice. He told me, 'It doesn't matter how many guys she meets or goes out with. She is never going to find someone as good as you.' Made me feel really good. =)"

Well, Beto, you were right. I'll be honest, I like dating now that the time is right.

I like the lack of pressure that comes with casual dates.

I like the reassurance that comes after those dates telling me, they are great guys, but they aren't Seth.

I just don't get excited about anyone else like I got excited about him.

Like I still get when I get a letter or an email from his family.

So you're right, Beto. It doesn't matter how many guys I go on dates with during this next year, none of them will take his place.

Which reminds me: AZ boys are much more....aggressive than NE boys. It took Seth 2 years to come say hi to me. I was asked on 2 dates within the first 24 hours of moving to Arizona. Granted, Seth was younger and probably much less desperate for an eternal spouse. I'm just sayin'. 

Bringing me to another point...

Last night I got asked on another date.

I was actually driving behind him trying to leave the parking lot when he stopped the car, hopped out, and headed toward me. So, I rolled down my window. 

"Yes?"

"I know I don't know you very well yet...but I want to. What are you doing in 5 days? Would you want to go on a double date with me? You might have heard that I'm leaving on my mission soon but I wouldn't expect you to wait for me or anything." 

I can't tell you how tempted I was to say, "Good because I wouldn't anyway. I'm already waiting for someone else."

But I didn't want to be rude.

So instead I just smiled.

300's!!! Holla!

Omygosh. Omygosh. Omygosh. 

In one week I'll be in the 300's! Can you believe it?!?!?!?!

I cannot!! 

400's, you've been oh so good to me. 

So much kinder than the 500's.

Way more sensitive and loving than the horrible 600's. 

And heaven only knows you were night and day in comparison with the 700's. 

(They were real jerks. I don't even want to go there.)

The 400's and I have shared an incredible spiritual growth. We have completely changed the way I view this whole waiting game, we have moved my life to another state and we have reconsidered and prayed about the course of my life. We have faced some really challenging times, but mostly we have faced some really awesome times. The 400's were greeted with open, longing arms. 

So then why am I so excited to say goodbye to them?

Because these next 100 are going to be even better.

300's, here I come. Let's get well acquainted, my friends. You have a lot to live up to.

Sometimes I Torture Myself...

by going and looking at old pictures and watching videos that we took together.
 I wish we would have taken more videos...

And then I watch temple wedding videos and missionary homecomings. 

On good nights it makes me excited for our future.

On bad nights it makes me cry.

Because I'm kinda pathetic like that.

The thing is, I know I'm going to miss him even more after watching these videos but truthfully...I'm afraid of not watching them. Because then I'll forget his voice. And why I'm doing all of this in the first place. Because it's been so long that, honestly, sometimes I can't remember on my own.

I Kinda Sorta Miss...

the feeling of Seth's smile while we're kissing.

And my absolute favorite thing? When neither of us could stop smiling and we would just start laughing in between kisses. Best thing in the world.

Amen annd amen!

If I Could Meet Anyone in the World...

It very well might be Jeffrey R. Holland. I love that man. He knows exactly what to say to give me that little extra boost that I need to hang in there no matter what the situation is. I know I've posted some of his quotes before but I thought I'd give you some more. You can never have too many Elder Holland quotes. Amen? Amen.

“You are doing God's work. You are doing it wonderfully well. He is blessing you, and He will bless you, --even--no, -especially--when your days and your nights may be most challenging.”

“God expects you to have enough faith and determination and enough trust in Him to keep moving, keep living, keep rejoicing. In fact, He expects you not simply to face the future (that sounds pretty grim and stoic); He expects you to embrace and shape the future--to love it and rejoice in it and delight in your opportunities. 

God is anxiously waiting for the chance to answer your prayers and fulfill your dreams, just as He always has. But He can't if you don't pray, and He can't if you don't dream. In short, He can't if you don't believe.” 

“When life is hard, remember - we are not the first to ask, 'Is there no other way?” 

“Don't you quit. You keep walking, you keep trying, there is help and happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon. Some come late. Some don't come until heaven. But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. It will be alright in the end. Trust God and believe in Good Things to Come.” 

“Your Father in heaven knows your name and knows your circumstance. He hears your prayers. He knows your hopes and dreams, including your fears and frustrations. And He knows what you can become through faith in Him.” 

“If you are lonely, please know you can find comfort. If you are discouraged, please know you can find hope. If you are poor in spirit, please know you can bestrengthened. If you feel you are broken, please know you can be mended.” 

“‎"With any major decision there are cautions and considerations to make, but once there has been illumination, beware the temptation to retreat from a good thing. If it was right when you prayed about it and trusted it and lived for it, it ...is right now. Don't give up when the pressure mounts. Certainly don't go to that being who is bent on your destruction of your happiness. Face your doubts. Master your fears. 'Cast not away therefore your confidence.' Stay the course and see the beauty of life unfold for you.” 

“God wants us to be stronger than we are--more fixed in our purpose, more certain of our commitments, eventually needing less coddling from Him, showing more willingness to shoulder some of the burden of His heavy load. In short, He wants us to be more like He is and, if you haven't noticed, some of us are not like that yet.” 

“Sometimes it seems especially difficult to submit to "great tribulation" when we look around and see others seemingly much less obedient who triumph even as we weep. But time is measured only unto man, says Alma (see Alma 40:8), and God has a very good memory.” 

“I am convinced that missionary work is not easy because salvation is not a cheap experience. Salvation never was easy. We are the Church of Jesus Christ, this is the truth, and He is our Great Eternal Head. How could we believe it would be easy for us when it was never, ever easy for Him?” 

-Jeffrey R. Holland

(Read more of his awesome quotes here!)

I *Heart* the Invention of the Speakerphone

Okay. Okay. Okay.
I am dying keeping this all inside...although I have told about everyone who has asked me "How was your Christmas, Sierra?" So, I suppose I haven't been keeping it inside at all. But now it's finally time to share my story with you!
My Christmas went a little something like this:

8:15am-wake up, get ready for church
9:03am-leave for church (dad is the branch president so we had to get there early for the Christmas program)
10:00am-special Christmas sacrament meeting begins, awesome speakers and musical numbers. The spirit was super strong and it was a great start to my Christmas day!
1:00pm-Get home from church, rush to finish my gifts for my family as they all tell me to hurry up, they want to open presents
1:24pm-Open gifts
2:05pm-Hand out the poems that I wrote each one of my family members
2:08pm-Everyone is crying from the poems------>I know this sounds super cheesy...but this is one Christmas that I will never forget. It was really...special.

For the rest of the afternoon we ate deliciousness, played around with our awesome presents, and watched movies together as a family.

6:07pm-I sent a text to Seth's family "Have your heard from him yet?"
6:08pm-Promptly one minute later, I received a text message from Seth's little sister, Kaitlyn. (Love her.) It said...."The phone just rang!!!!! OMG IT'S HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I cannot even explain the emotions which were coursing through me at that point in time. For some odd reason I was nervous. Then there was a part of me was jumping with joy, knowing that they were actually on the phone with him that very minute...but another part, a bigger part, began to ache for that same reason. And my heart sank. I knew the wondrous phone call was taking place...and I was in another state. Missing it.

6:26pm-My phone began to vibrate and as I glanced down, expecting it to be a text message, I saw that Seth's dad was calling me! I literally leaped off of the couch (where I had been snuggling up to my mom, and quite honestly feeling a little sorry for myself) and ran into our bathroom.

They were going to try and let me in on the phone call!!! Seth's family put him on speakerphone and  then put me on speakerphone as well. And I heard him! I really heard him!
As the conversation continued, I barely spoke. Partly because as I sat on my bathroom counter, knees tucked up close to my chest and phone close to my ear, tears rolled down my cheeks. Missing him tears. Grateful tears. Because his family had been kind enough to share these precious minutes with me. Because modern technology made this possible.
But the main reason I didn't speak was because I couldn't understand a dang thing. Turns out, the whole speakerphone-to-speakerphone thing doesn't make for a very clear sound. Truth of the matter is, though, that didn't even matter. Sure I couldn't understand him, but I could hear him. I could hear his voice and I could hear his laugh. Gosh. I missed that laugh.

At one point in time his little brother held a helicopter that he got for Christmas up to the phone and said, "Seth! Guess what this is?!"
And then there was that laugh again.
*Sigh*
Am I an ol' sap? Why yes. Yes I am.

His timer got screwed up so we didn't know exactly how much time we had left to talk to him, and eventually his 45 minutes were up and he got kicked off. So we didn't get to say goodbye. And then I cried some more. Because I'm a baby like that.

Did that muffled phone conversation top off my perfect Christmas? It most certainly did. And even though a few tears were shed, this was, by far, the best Christmas that I have ever had.

I am so grateful that I was able to be a part of his Christmas phone call. His voice was exactly what I needed and it reminded me that,even though we both are focused on growing as two separate individuals right now, his mission is bringing us even closer together. I wouldn't trade that for the world.