The Final Countdown

To be honest with everyone, Tyler and I decided to get married almost a month ago. There were some delays on the ring so we were just recently engaged. Since we have talked about it I have found myself counting down the days when the big day will arrive. Work has become boring and living in Rexburg with a bunch of girls has been torturous.

I lived with my older sister when I was a freshman in college. She became engaged during that time and I watched her go through the things that I am now dealing with. At the time I was confused at why she would break down in tears when the dishes weren't done or when there was drama in the apartment. It is all clear to me now. Knowing that I will soon not have to live in an apartment packed full of girls is like a Utopian dream and it cannot come soon enough.

Making this step in my life has been difficult for me though. For one reason or another I have been deathly scared of committing to someone I know I will spend eternity with. We have been friends for almost 2 years and dated for about 11 months of that time. In Mormon culture that is nearly a lifetime! I am a HUGE advocate of long dating periods and short engagements...obviously. Anyway, I am at ease, (for the most part) and know amazing experiences are to come.

I went to lunch the other day with one of my married friends. She was talking about future events and her feelings about them. One thing she said went something like; I decided that I can either have faith or fear. I choose faith because I know that I will be blessed and with fear things will only be harder. I'm sure she said it more eloquently, but you get the idea. I loved what she said though because I find myself fearing a lot of big decisions I have to make. She reminded me that I am the one that needs to make the choice to trust my Heavenly Father instead of fearing the future.

OK, I did want to post on my fun weekend in Utah. Tyler went down for some work training while I needed to desperately find a dress. We stayed at one of his old mission companions place, which was really nice. He and his wife were so sweet and they have the cutest twin children. My younger sister lives in Provo so we went out on Saturday on a mission my mother said needed to be completed. The first bridal shop I found the dress. To make sure though I went to another shop and a bridal fair, which was fun. I went to lunch with an old friend which was really nice. That evening Tyler, my sister, and I went to this Hindu Temple in Spanish Fork near the elementary my sister teaches at. They have this holiday called The Festival of Colors. My friend wrote all about it on her blog if you want to check it out. Basically, it is a celebration of spring and everyone throws "colors" at each other. Tyler and I watched from above because we didn't have appropriate clothing for the occasion.


The view out my window on the drive down:


Walking up to the Hindu Temple:


What a pimp :)


One of the dancers:


Inside the temple:


I saw these people walk in and I thought it was hilarious:


My sister in the crowd below (nice face she's making!):


The lighting of Holika and the colors starting to be thrown:


This view is from the balcony on the temple where we were watching:


Chanting and dancing after the powder settled:


My sister covered in color: