I just saw this blog post, and it made me want to write. I feel a little guilty about it because I am way behind on a lot of posts I want to write first and also because I am supposed to be putting together a Relief Society lesson for Sunday. I've feeling overwhelmed by the first and uninspired by the second.
I remember when I didn't pick at my split ends all the time because I had a pixie cut. I remember when I first cut my hair short, I wondered if any boys at BYU would pay any attention to me. I was sure Tyler Haws never would, but miraculously that was a risk I was willing to take. Thankfully, Stefan did pay attention to me. Now he asks me all the time if I'll ever cut it that short again. "You can, you know." And I do know. He doesn't need to tell me. I can do whatever I want! But it's nice that he does tell me. It's cute that he liked my short hair, and that he reminds me of it. I love Stefan.
I need to write for four more minutes.
I remember when... about the same time I cut my hair, I really wanted to serve a mission. The age for girls had just been lowered to nineteen, and I was twenty. I think.. right? Yes. I had just turned twenty. I wanted to serve, but I was also really scared. I didn't personally know a lot of girls who had gone. I guess I did, but I wasn't especially close with them? They were a lot older than I was. Part of me wanted to serve, but part of me honestly could not picture it. It was like some kind of mental block. I couldn't see it, however hard I tried. Again, thankfully, Stefan came into my life. And, after a while, I could picture myself marrying him. And it felt like a very good idea. And so that is what I did.
I guess this turned into a post about how much I like Stefan, but I won't complain about that!