tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20678422682489958362024-02-07T05:05:47.454-08:00Lauren JanLauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-58761179220233637072013-09-21T00:35:00.000-07:002013-09-21T00:35:27.432-07:00Our Story<br />
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February 14th, 2013<br />
I carried my suitcase to the Wash Hut parking lot to get in the car with a stranger boy who was kind enough to give me a ride to St. George for the weekend (I was going home to complete the last step of my mission papers, oops!)<br />
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February 18th, 2013<br />
After the weekend had ended, I sat once more in the car with Scott, the stranger boy. I spent a good majority of the ride trying to think of ways to suggest that we should hang out sometime. I chickened out, but luckily Scott asked me on a date as he dropped me off at my apartment.<br />
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February 23rd, 2013<br />
The first date was memorable-- we ate Indian food, went to the BYU Men's Volleyball game, and I, naturally, ended the night on a graceful note by slipping on the ice (seriously all the way down on my booty. I wanted to die!)<br />
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March 16, 2013<br />
Luckily, Scott didn't judge me too much for slipping on the ice. On our fourth date, we went to a Jazz game. For some reason, I just knew he was going to hold my hand that night. That's all I could think about the WHOLE game. Finally, the boy grabbed my hand. He still doesn't let me forget how clammy my hands were that night-- gross huh!!<br />
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March 29, 2013<br />
Scott and I smooched for the first time on my doorstep as he was dropping me off from a date--it was so sweet and perfect.<br />
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March 30, 2013</div>
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We took a little stroll around the block. Both of us were a little awkward (me more than Scott), but on this night we decided that we would officially and exclusively date each other. I knew that I was already CRAZY about this boy. </div>
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It wasn't long after this that I decided that there was no way I was leaving Provo for the upcoming summer. I liked this boy an awful lot, and I absolutely did not want to ruin anything with him. So, yep, I stayed! </div>
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It was my birthday, and Scott was with me at my parents' house. We went downstairs, he gave me a gift, and we hugged for a minute. Suddenly, Scott said, "I love you." That was the first time he had said it. And honestly, I loved him too... I had for awhile. :) </div>
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The summertime was so perfect. I made numerous calls to my mom telling her that I loved this boy so much and that if it didn't work out with him, I might just die. </div>
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One night, towards the end of June, we started talking marriage. I knew that I wanted to marry him. Early on in our relationship, I just knew that he was someone special, someone that I wanted to have around for a long while. What I saw in Scott was everything I ever wanted in a future husband plus so much more. Throughout the summer, I would pray and pray that things would work out with this wonderful boy who I believed was perfect for me. </div>
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We decided to get married. We went ring shopping. Scott talked to my dad. </div>
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I was with my family at our annual family reunion in one of my favorite places in the entire world-- Pine Valley, UT. Before I left Provo, Scott told me about some potential plans he had for the weekend. I cried because I was going to miss him (3 days is a long time to be away from each other, you know! Ha ha!). So needless to say, I wasn't suspecting anything when my mom told me, on Friday night, that our family was going to do a little treasure hunt for all of the cousins. Little did I know that at the end of this treasure hunt, my treasure (Scott) would be at the end, waiting for me at the Pine Valley Chapel. When we arrived at the chapel, I was instructed to go get the last clue by myself. After no success in finding it, I turned around just in time to see my sweetheart coming from the side of the chapel. With roses in hand, and the prettiest ring I've ever seen, my Scott asked me to be his forever. I couldn't have been more confident in the "yes" I gave him. </div>
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5 weeks from today, I will enter the temple with the boy I have always hoped for and dreamed about. I didn't think it was possible to trust someone and love someone this much. But I do. I love this boy with all of my heart. I am the luckiest girl in the entire world to have the privilege of being with him forever.</div>
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<br />Lauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-36558052390467177282013-05-15T16:23:00.000-07:002013-05-15T16:23:12.691-07:00Just a little story<div style="text-align: center;">
This past weekend, I was lucky enough to go home and be a bridesmaid at one of my very best friend's wedding. Ashley was such a gorgeous bride, and the day was just absolutely perfect!</div>
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That was on Friday, and I stayed in St. George for the rest of the weekend. As the weekend went on, I got sick, sick, sick! Maybe I'm a baby, but I haven't felt that way in a long time. On Sunday morning, I woke up with a burning fever. I was so sad when I realized that I was probably going to miss hearing my little brother's talk in sacrament meeting, eating dinner with my two cute grandmas, going to a family get-together, and spending time with my cute boyfriend later that night. I was bummed (sounds a little bit selfish, but it's true, I was pretty sad!) As I was trying to get out of bed, I realized that I was probably going to be sick all day. I'm ashamed to say that it took me awhile to think of this, but I realized that my very own dad was downstairs, and I decided to ask him for a priesthood blessing. </div>
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He willingly gave me a blessing, and within like ten minutes, my fever was gone, and my aches and pains were disappearing. </div>
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Such a simple little miracle. </div>
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But it just amazes me that while Heavenly Father has much bigger things to worry about than a sad, feverish girl sick in bed, He still takes the time to help me and heal me. What a comfort it is to know that Heavenly Father has a hand in every single, little part of my life (even if it is just a fever). </div>
Lauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-24893886695500545942013-04-24T00:11:00.000-07:002013-04-24T00:11:22.301-07:00LuckySo, a few hours ago, I wrapped up my sophomore year with a 145 question test. It was exhausting, and I think my neck is going to be stiff for the next couple of days--but regardless of all that melodramatic stuff, I feel blessed beyond measure. Honestly, I feel like I might just be the luckiest girl in the world.<br />
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I seriously can't imagine what my life would be like without these girls, and I can hardly believe I've known them for just a year and a half. They've made such a difference in my life, and I know that they will do the same in every single place they are headed to (London, Paris, Daejeon, Bahia Blanca, Toronto, etc. :)). </div>
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And a few more reasons why I feel pretty blessed:</div>
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I get to see my fam bam this weekend</div>
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I only had to take one test in the JSB auditorium during finals week</div>
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I found out the BYU creamery has gluten-free hamburger buns</div>
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I get to spend my summer in lovely Provo</div>
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I have a new job at the MTC</div>
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I get to spend time with a super cute boy (seriously, he's so great!)</div>
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But seriously, I feel so fortunate. I know with all of my heart that Heavenly Father knows me perfectly. He has a plan for me. I know that the Atonement of Jesus Christ is enabling and has the power to transform every mediocre part of my life. By myself, I can do nothing--Christ's Atonement makes all the difference in changing me from where I am now to become something better. Even though I get frustrated sometimes by my total lack of even being close to perfect, I know that every single day, step by step, Heavenly Father, through the remarkable power of His Son's sacrifice, takes me by the hand and walks with me through my weak efforts to become more like Him. </div>
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I'm blessed. </div>
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Lauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-71198195011649063782013-03-14T22:54:00.000-07:002013-03-14T22:54:07.324-07:00If I were presidentIf I were president:<br />
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1) You could buy packages of just pink Starbursts. At Costco.<br />
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2) It would be illegal to eat a tuna fish sandwich in the middle of your college lecture hall. Mmmm, I can almost smell it now.<br />
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3) More people would stand in the middle of the sidewalks at Brigham Young University during class change... making out. Yep, that was totally a joke.<br />
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4) Everyone would cheer for you if you slipped and fell on the ice.<br />
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5) My background music would sound a little bit like this:<br />
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6) There would be a National Si Robertson Day where everyone would, yep you guessed it, talk like Silas Robertson himself.</div>
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7) Everyone would, on that note, grow a Robertson beard.</div>
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8) No one would smack their lips while they were eating or lick their fingers when they were done. Naaaasty. </div>
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9) The stairs up the hill to campus wouldn't look like this: </div>
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10) Honey Boo Boo would be my VP. </div>
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<br />Lauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-20376361729791299402013-01-17T14:26:00.000-08:002013-01-17T14:26:18.846-08:00Just in case you really want to know what I think about guns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-35703439926657373732013-01-02T00:34:00.000-08:002013-01-02T00:51:36.507-08:00A New YearSeriously?! 2012 is already OVER? Crazy crazy craziness. Like where did the time even go? My 2012 consisted of :<br />
an 18 credit winter semester<br />
late-night LOST marathons<br />
a 4 credit Italian class<br />
saying goodbye to my precious freshman year<br />
relationship ends and beginnings<br />
a dreamy vacation to Southern California<br />
the annual camping trip to Pine Valley<br />
summer afternoons working at the dry cleaners, plus..<br />
summer nights working at Pancho and Lefty's<br />
moving into my new apartment at Liberty Square<br />
changing my major like four times<br />
my first experience disco skating (yeah, wasn't pretty)<br />
BYU football games<br />
thug Thursdays<br />
being diagnosed with Celiac Disease<br />
tears after Mitt the man was defeated<br />
spinning around I-15 during a snowstorm<br />
volunteering at an elementary school in Provo<br />
post-test Cafe Rio celebrations<br />
having the best roommates in the world<br />
a huge obsession with Duck Dynasty<br />
lots and lots of burnt meals<br />
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Simply put, it's been a wonderful year.<br />
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You probably haven't heard about this movie or been bombarded with Facebook statuses of how beautiful it is or viewed like two hundred Instagram fanatics posting model shots of Marius or sung "Do You Hear the People Sing" in the shower everyday, so let me fill you in. Okay, but really. I will join in with my social media peeps and say that this was the most incredible movie ever.<br />
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I love my roommates, Halloween, and caramel apples.</div>
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Matchy matchy roomies before the ward Halloween party! Don't worry, Lindsey and I totally won the 'Best Nerds' award. </div>
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My favorite Sunday afternoon spot. I am such a lucky girl to have this right down the street.</div>
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Check out those bags under my eyes and those wrinkles on my forehead.</div>
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Uh oh, talk about premature aging.</div>
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Next week I'll probably sprout a patch of gray hair and kids on campus will accidentally call me grandma.</div>
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I always feel a little ounce of melancholy when I realize that I have one more week of summer left. </div>
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I will miss a wallet that is currently full of quarters (hello, college laundromat).</div>
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I will miss driving with my mom to drop my siblings off at school. They really love it when I yell "remember who you are" out the window as they walk away.</div>
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I will miss being attacked by bats on our nightly walks.</div>
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I will miss the 110 degree weather (haha!)</div>
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I will miss seeing the St. George temple everytime I drive into town.</div>
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Basically, I will just miss home.</div>
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Hello, Romney, Ryan and sanity.</div>
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Tonight was my last Tuesday working at Pancho and Lefty's, a popular mexican restaurant here in St. George. </div>
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As I was walking past a certain table this fella (who, I'm not gonna lie, was a little tipsy) motioned me over to talk to him. </div>
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"Could you just smile, please? Are you sad?"</div>
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Yeah, I was probably wrong.</div>
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In the midst of daily routines and monotonous tasks, I think I oftentimes forget that I have an awful lot to smile about.</div>
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My mom made my favorite mint brownies last night.</div>
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My dad danced around to the Beatles on Saturday morning while he cooked pancakes.</div>
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I am a BYU student. </div>
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I have the greatest friends in all the world.</div>
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All such sweet things that make me oh, so happy.</div>
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But most importantly, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.</div>
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I know that families are forever, and I know that someday I can be married in the temple to begin my own eternal family. </div>
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I know that I can find strength, support and answers in the scriptures everyday. </div>
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I belong to the true Church of Jesus Christ. </div>
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So thank you, sir, for reminding me to smile and for reminding me that I have so much to be happy about. </div>
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Life is pretty funny sometimes.</div>
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I usually have times when I think I know exactly what I want and exactly how things will work out.</div>
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Silly me.</div>
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Things change... all the time. </div>
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Majors change, relationships can change and we are always making mistakes.</div>
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But there is one person who is constant-- our Heavenly Father. And the wonderful thing is that He has a plan for each of us. I'm so grateful for the fact that He loves me enough to let me go through things that point me to a better path (as painful as it can be sometimes).</div>
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I also know that He sent His son, Jesus Christ, to live and die for me. Jesus understands my little heartaches. He has been through it all. </div>
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I am so eternally grateful to a Savior that never, ever gives up on me. Seriously, I can be such a stubborn girl.. But He loves me despite of all of that. </div>
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Yesterday was my baby sister's 17th birthday.</div>
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Mmmmm... it was good.</div>
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I loved spending time with my family; we made some great memories.</div>
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We just got home from yet another fantastic year at the Lindsey campout!</div>
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After spending a couple of days in the lovely outdoors, I realize that I am entirely in love with:</div>
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Pine Valley, UT, chubby babies, bike rides, homemade donuts, outdoor movies, family walks when it's overcast, hammocks, the elderly campground hosts (wouldn't that be THE life?), summer thunderstorms, happy kids with dirt-covered faces, dutch oven potatoes, lawn chair gatherings, and.... my family.</div>
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I'm crazy about them.</div>
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You know those people that make you want to be better just by spending a little while with them?</div>
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Yeah, that's exactly how my family makes me feel.</div>
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I love my adorable grandma, my aunts and uncles, my inspiring older cousins and those darling younger cousins.</div>
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I love my mom who reassures me that the wild turkey that is about to attack our tent is in all reality my little brother talking in his sleep, and I admire my younger sister who happily agrees to sleep under the stars with me (don't worry, it didn't actually happen). </div>
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Basically... the people that make up this family of mine happen to be my favorite people in the world. </div>
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Last weekend, my mom, Christian, Hayden and I paid a visit to Price, UT for a family reunion.</div>
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The little towns surrounding Price are the places of my ancestors. </div>
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It was a special weekend as we were able to visit sites pertaining to our family's history.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out all of those Lindseys making the trek out to the old Coke ovens.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hayden is such a tender-hearted boy.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">These pictures from our little adventure in Price probably don't mean much to anyone..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But to me, they symbolize SO MUCH.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we were walking down the narrow streets of Wellington, Sunnyside and Columbia, Utah I could almost picture what it was like at the time my grandparents were living there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">These sweet, run-down towns were once alive and vibrant.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, it's the people that came from those towns that make me eternally grateful. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I learn so much from them. I learn of faith, loyalty, devotion, humor, love and service. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I learn what it means to be truly in love, dedicated to the gospel and committed to the strengthening of family. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am such a lucky girl to come from a family like this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And then I think.... What am I doing today to bless my posterity?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh heavens, I could be doing so much more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want to be the kind of mother and grandmother that my children and their children will be grateful for. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I thank Heavenly Father every day for the righteous examples and motivations that I see in my ancestors. I want nothing more than to be like them. </span></div>
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Although these loaves of Zupfe (a Swiss braided bread) look slightly deformed...</div>
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Nothing burned or started on fire, and no one died after eating them.</div>
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Future children, maybe, just maybe, you won't starve after all. </div>
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"All I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother." </div>
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And this is exactly how I feel about my very own angel mother.</div>
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How did I get so lucky to be able to be born to such a wonderful woman?</div>
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Since May 13, 1993 she has been my true and constant friend.</div>
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Her advice is perfect.</div>
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Her faith is steadfast.</div>
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Seriously, she has been through more than most people I know, yet she handles every day filled with grace and service. </div>
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She is devoted to the gospel.</div>
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She magnifies her callings.</div>
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She never ever complains.. even when we all give her a hard, hard time.</div>
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I wrote this in my journal one lonely day during my first year at school: </div>
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"Why did I wish away those precious years when I was able to just walk downstairs and get a hug from my mom? It's hard nights like these when I just wish I could run down to her room and sit next to her and cry. She always makes me feel better. It's in the gentle way that she strokes my hair and in the way she starts to cry when she sees a tear fall down my own cheek. She is the best mom in the world. I want to be just like her. I miss being with her (my best friend) every day." </div>
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I hope and pray that I can be even close to as good as she is someday. </div>
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The thing that I love most about my mom is that she makes me want to get to know my Savior better.</div>
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Her life reflects His love. She really is a witness of Him through the way she humbly lives her life.</div>
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I am so blessed to be her daughter.</div>
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And boy, am I blessed because of it. </div>Lauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-42646459233461382472012-06-04T11:25:00.000-07:002012-06-04T11:25:59.928-07:00Thanks, Miss Corrie Ten Boom"Every experience God gives us, every person He puts into our lives, is the perfect preparation for the future only He can see." <br />Lauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-33732437260944606142012-05-20T19:42:00.001-07:002012-05-20T20:39:20.340-07:00Happy Sabbath<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just another church-going, kettle corn- popping, Sound of Music-watching, frisbee-throwing Sunday at the Cottle house. </div>
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I came across this lovely quote last night by President Spencer W. Kimball. He said, "Oh brothers and sisters, <em>families can be forever!</em> Do not let the lures of the moment draw you away from them! <em>Divinity, eternity, </em>and<em> family -- </em>they go together, hand in hand, and so must we!" </div>
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These past couple of weeks have been sad as I have been away from my school friends, but I am so happy to be able to spend time with my beautiful family. </div>
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Tonight was family home evening, and it didn't start without Hayden throwing in his witty comment (or several), Christian flexing his muscles, asking us to "check him out," or Amanda being teased about her main squeeze. The highlight of the evening, of course, was the Cottle jam session with Santana and Queen.</div>
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I'm really missing the Tennessee, Missouri and Salt Lake Cottles lately. I'm so blessed to have such wonderful older siblings. I look up to each of them so much. </div>
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Oh, how I love this family of mine. </div>
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Today I finished my freshman year at BYU. I cannot believe it. My mom is picking me up in the morning, and I will live in St. George for 4 months. I am so excited to be with my family... SO excited. I've missed them so much. </div>
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But... my heart is aching today, too. I am in love with BYU. Seriously. If you would have told me in September that I would feel like this today, there is no way I would have believed you. </div>
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Sure, I've had tough days. I've felt homesick, lonely and inadequate, but this is been one of the best years of my life. </div>
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First of all, my roommate has become one of my very best friends. I had to say good-bye to her this morning before I went to take a test, and I walked onto campus crying my little eyes out. When the test was over, I cried even more. And when I came back to an empty dorm room.... I cried a lot. She has been such a good friend to me, and I can't believe that I have only known her for just 8 months. I'm going to miss her so much over the summer. </div>
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My ward this year was phenomenal. Honestly, I feel so lucky that I was able to have such an awesome bishopric and to go to church with such inspiring people. </div>
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I loved this year. I love learning. Especially about myself. I have discovered so many things about myself that I would've never known if it weren't for my experiences this year.</div>
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However, if I have learned anything this year, it is the fact that we do have a Heavenly Father that loves us, and He did send His son Jesus Christ to atone for the sins of the world. Jesus is our only hope. He is the only way back. I love the gospel of Jesus Christ. I am thankful for a Heavenly Father that leads me to places where I need to be. I know that BYU is where I am supposed to be. I love it with all of my heart, and I am excited to come back in August! </div>
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But until then... give me some St. George sunshine!! I can't wait. </div>Lauren Snowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144981908881128179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067842268248995836.post-65692032181494517192012-04-06T11:50:00.000-07:002012-04-06T11:50:10.147-07:00Kindness<div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday, in my American Heritage lab, my TA said something that was really powerful.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He started talking about how we are always told to care for the poor, the needy, the down-trodden... you know. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But then he said that sometimes we think of the poor as the orphans in Africa and the needy as a family in South America that struggles to make a living. While all of these are definitely worthy of our efforts as well, what about the poor and the needy in our own daily spheres? What about the girl in our ward that is aching for a friend, the sibling that is hurting, the friend that needs someone to talk to, or the individual who just needs someone to smile and say hello? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We don't need to embark on some huge humanitarian project or donate a fortune to an organization to be kind. We can become more and more like Jesus Christ when we serve those that are closest to us. I think that those are the people that we oftentimes forget, but they are usually those who need us the very most. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"There is a serious need for the charity that gives attention to those who are unnoticed, hope to those who are discouraged, aid to those who are afflicted. True charity is love in action. The need for charity is everywhere." </div><div style="text-align: center;">-President Monson</div><br />
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