Fairy Dust

Sometimes we have crazy ideas, 

and sometimes they actually work, 

and sometimes they are ridiculously fun. 

I'm talking about glow-in-the-dark tennis. 

If you have the means I highly recommend it (and yes, that was a Ferris Bueller quote). 

I have an amazing friend who thought of this idea and of all people, he chose to share it with me. I'd like to think his choice was due to the fact that I am so wildly fun. 

Just kidding, I'm not that pretentious. 

But we did have a splendid time. 

We cut open glow sticks, 

poured them onto tennis balls, 

and hit them back and forth. 

When you hit the tennis ball, the glow sprays everywhere and covers the court. 

It was like fairy dust! 

And it was completely magical. 

I was in awe the whole entire time, running around and giggling like I was five years old. 

It was the most fun I've had in a long time. 

It was completely crazy and I found the silly side of myself that hasn't been around in awhile. 

I missed her, 

and I'm glad she came back. 

And I'm glad that he brought her back. 

It's comfortable, 

it's casual, 

it's more...me. 

And I like that. 

A More Somber Topic

A moonlit chair lift ride with the best of friends, 

a trip or two to the hospital, 

the first midterm exam of the semester, 

and the passing of a friend. 

This week has been wonderful and terrible all at the same time. 

No need to worry about the hospital visits, it's a reoccurring event in my life. And I'm fine, I mean, it could be worse, right? We all have challenges to endure, 

but some of the events this week... 

I never thought I'd have to deal with. 

Life. 

It's crazy. 

I had a friend pass away this week, in a scary and unexpected way. It always makes my heart tighten and skip to think of 

how fragile life can be, 

how someone can be so full of life and the next moment 

they can be gone. 

It's so instantaneous, so final...but only in this life. 

I know that there is a life to come and I know that we all have a loving Heavenly Father who is waiting to welcome us back into 

His presence. 

This knowledge is what has gotten me through this week, the knowledge that our Father is waiting for us to return home. 

Life doesn't end here. 

There are far greater things ahead of us, 

and we were meant for great things. 

I know that Peter is meant for great things. Even though his time here on earth was short, he touched the lives he came in contact with. He had so much love to give. I am grateful to have had the chance to know such a true friend. He will be dearly missed. 

Until we meet again, Peter.

The State Fair

Fairs have become such a romantic icon. 

Think about every classic chic flic that you've seen, 

there's always a fair scene. 

The boy wins the girl a stuffed animal, 

they eat cotton candy together 

and then ride the ferris wheel 

where they end up kissing at the top. 

It's all so perfect. 

Yes, fairs are chic flic breeding grounds and 

I am in full support of that! 

Last night we went to the Utah state fair and had a lovely time. Heather and I being the Texas girls that we are went all out, cowboy boots included. We looked fabulous, 

if I do say so myself. 

The thing about the fair is that it is full of such 

simple little pleasures. 

We ate deep fried oreos, 

we went and saw every kind of animal there was to see, 

we walked around and just observed the people

 and the atmosphere 

and we loved every second of it. 

It felt good to be alive and I felt so content with myself and so at peace with my life and everything that is going on. 

Life can get so busy and hectic. It was refreshing to have a night full of country music and laughing with the best friends 

a girl could ask for. 

Like I said before, simple little pleasures, 

tiny reminders that life is good and fun and beautiful.

You've Gotta Start Somewhere

My first blog post. 

I'm not sure how this works, 

really I don't even know what to say. 

I suppose I'll begin with the reason I am starting a blog. 

The answer is my MCom class. 

Communication in Organizational Settings, to be specific. 

I am a student at Brigham Young University, found in the beautiful mountains of Provo, UT. 

I am, 

as of last semester, 

a business major, 

so we'll see how that goes. 

So far I have questioned that decision every single day of this semester. Then again, we're only four days in. 

I just have a heavy class load, which includes the reason 

for this blog. 

Supposedly this will make me a better writer, 

a better communicator, 

and I believe it. 

And maybe this blog will help me in more ways 

than getting an A in this class. 

Maybe it will be good for me, 

and maybe it will be good for anyone who happens to read it. 

That's what we all hope for, right? People will read your blog and be overwhelmingly inspired by your life's 

adventures and loves and passions. 

I don't know how inspiring my life is, 

but I guess we're going to find out.