It’s not uncommon to see me rebel when it comes to setting goals at the New Year.  I don’t like setting goals for the sake of setting goals.  I see it as wasteful and I’m convinced that most New Year’s goals fail because of the haste in which they are conceived.  Intentions and hearts are true, but reality is what it is and unfortunately, a lot of putts just don’t drop.  Regardless, the holidays did manage to chew me up and spit me out a bit this year so I welcomed the boxing day.  All of the ornaments back in their 11 month hibernations and all the trimmings safely tucked away for another December were met with a sigh of relief.  In the quiet days that followed, I finally felt like making A goal.

4 Weeks Previous on an Icy Roady in Denver…

While discussing missionary work with my brother, I had a very clear thought.  It was more of a question really.  Why am I here?  I can answer that question with a myriad of answers.  I am here to get a body.   I am here because I’m thirsty and I wanted some orange juice.  I can’t honestly remember why I’m here, I think I needed something from the pantry(man does this all too common moment make me feel decades older than I am)…I’m here to take and pass a test.  I’m here so I can live with my Father again someday.  

Naturally, I cannot ask myself one of the Big 3 questions and not hear the other 2 bouncing around in my head waiting to be answered.  Why am I here?  Where am I going?  How am I going to get there?  It was at this point, my goal began to take form.  I want to ask myself as many fundamental questions as I can about the gospel this year and keep them in a journal…a conversion journal if you will.  I’m hoping these missionary questions will guide me in my scripture study.  I’m assuming some will be answered in a day or less of study and others could have page after page of references and thoughts.  I kept a journal last year when I was studying scriptures and it made the world of difference.  So off I go…

I tried Disneyland with friends and no Will this week.  With the park being so empty, Minnie Mouse found Annie and the two of them danced down the street.  It was quite cute.  Usually the character lines are so long so when the characters find you it’s pretty awesome.  I don’t think Annie will ever forget that.

So we tried out Capriotti’s in Vegas.  I am a lover of subs so I am always game for a new shop.  I don’t do soggy or small.  Go big or go home, right?!  And just look at us being little piggies, we are taking up the entire bar at the sandwich shop with my parents down at the end.  Can anyone spot the Pout, Pout Fish?!

Mean Momma not willing to buy Annie a big bag of M&Ms.

I know he looks innocent enough.  Brain sucking M&M…watch out, Annie!

Since when did the Camry become any sort of racing car?!

I love how baby blessings bring everyone together.  We made a quick trip down to Las Vegas to be apart of one and celebrate Kellen, my newest nephew.  I even got to be with my Aunt Colleen and Pete, which was wonderful!

Kellen is such a sweet little thing.  I so easily forget that pint-size that babies come in.  So pure and untainted…Kellen allowed me to step back for a moment, reminding me of the things that are truly important.

I wish everyone could have that experience of holding a sweet infant in their arms.