I love being reunited with Tia. A year and a half apart, how did we do it? We're seriously like the same person...and Nicole... we are triplets. I don't know what is worse, us never getting along while we all lived at home, except during basketball and softball, or us being so alike now that we finish each other's thoughts. Heaven bless my parents for raising us, they definitely deserve it.
I love waking up in the morning with a good laugh, whether that be Tia's awful taste in music or laughing at her dumb dog its something; then coming home after a long day for both of us and laughing non stop at the most odd things until about 1 or 2 in the morning. I can't express how happy I am that I moved down to St. George and the amount of time I get to spend with my family. Mike, Britt, and nephew Frank, always welcoming us over to watch Netflix or to even go do something out on the town.
Its the simple things that can bring a smile to your face. That's something that I've had a hard time with in the past. Finding something to smile each and every day. During my rough years of college I FREQUENTLY called my mom crying after horrible days. I can't tell you the number of times she always told me to smile and that it could always be worse. Once she told me that I should find just one thing every day that made me smile. Psh, who listens to their mother, that was dumb, but recently I have found that I couldn't just find one thing to make me smile. I laugh at the dumbest things all the time. Like today I couldn't remember any of these plant names, one was called a maranaja. And the only way I could remember it was because it in no way resembled marinara sauce. Another plant was called an Arminitian, and I could only remember it because it sounds like a name you would find in The Book of Mormon. That's just how I learn, I have to relate to something to another.
Last night I after I decided that 5 episodes of Friends was enough, I started to read conference talks. Last nights talk was "The Reason for Our Hope" By president Packer. It is a testimony of the hope and redemption that cannot be achieved without Jesus Christ. And my favorite part was where he said,
"Had [Christ] not accomplished the Atonement There would be no redemption. It would be a difficult world to live in if we could ever be forgiven for our mistakes, if we could never purify ourselves and move on."
Oh how true this statement is. We all would be so lost without the Atonement. Our existence would be pointless. The atonement is here for us to use. I am so grateful for the forgiveness I receive on a daily basis. No one is perfect. *insert Hannah Montana dance moment* Remember when I said how much I love seeing the temple every day, how about how awesome it is to go to the temple just about whenever I want or need. That is the greatest thing about living BLOCKS away from it.
There's a picture of the temple in our house right now, I'm actually looking at it right now, and it is the white temple in front of the red rock. By far my favorite! It helps me remember that no matter where that I always need to stand out. Not like oOo look at me stand out, but be that kind of person that has that "something" about them. And not be afraid to tell people what that "something" is. :)
Now here I sit, yelling at Oregon's defense. Where is it? Ohio's offense needs to be stopped. I feel like pulling out my hair with this game. Its always the team that I am rooting for that ends up loosing, except for those COLTS!!! What what?! Whoop whoop!
I can never express my thanks for the various things in my life, from those tiny things that make me smile each day, to the HUGE beautiful reminders of who I am and what I stand for. My little advice this week, to never change for anyone. I sometimes wish I could change my past to not have gone through things, but that is what makes me MelFlo....or Melanie Florence whatever cranks your tractor; I usually don't answer to my full name... its mostly used for when I'm in trouble... lol But in all seriousness, Be You, Be Happy, Remember Who You Are. :)
Until next time,
MelFlo
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