One of my favorite movies and novels is High Fidelity starring John Cusack and written by Nick Hornby. In this story, the main character Rob Gordon asks towards the beginning, "Which came first, the music or the misery? Am I miserable because I listen to pop music, or do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable?" Well... I wondered this myself for many years, and you know what, I think I finally know.
When I was in high school, I couldn't get enough of a band called The Ataris. I would listen to them just about everyday. My favorite album by them then, and still now, is "Blue Skies, Broken Hearts Next 12 Exits." I used to listen to this album just about daily. With songs like "Your Boyfriend Sucks" and "San Dimas High School Football Rules" and "The Last Song I Will Ever Write About a Girl." These were all songs about heartbreak and wanting to get the girl that he couldn't get. Not really songs about misery... but songs about not necessarily being happy. At that point in time I felt I could relate, like these lyrics were written for me, and this guy knew what I was feeling. And I rocked it out man, you can ask my friends, I freakin LOVED that album and that band. And there were many other bands that I would listen to that had very similar songs, "Grand Theft Auto" by Fallout Boy, the first All American Rejects album, this is also when Dashboard Confessional wasn't mainstream yet, and his lyrics were so heartbroken and miserable, that I loved listening to him. I felt like we connected every time I would listen to their songs. To finish it off, bands Matchbook Romance and Taking Back Sunday (the "Tell All Your Friends" album.) All these albums were albums I couldn't get enough of. They all had songs about not having the girl, not being happy, wanting what they couldn't have, the girl leaving, songs like that. And I connected and listened to them all the time and absolutely LOVED it. Well a funny thing happened about two months ago...
I had made a playlist of these bands and albums a long time ago, and I still liked listening to them fairly often. But about two months ago, I put this playlist on, I figured I hadn't listened to it in awhile and I was feeling nostalgic, so I played it. Well, when it came on, I realized something. I didn't really enjoy this music as emotionally as I used to. Back then, I connected, I felt the same pain, shared the same desires and had the same misery that they did... but at that point, I realized I no longer connected with the music. I'm not saying I no longer like these bands, I'm just saying I no longer have that emotional connection anymore. And the emotional connection is the biggest reason I like certain songs and bands. Like you've seen with my Butch Walker posts, or other posts about other songs on here.
Two months ago, I realized that High School Josh no longer existed. Now I know that you can't live in your past your whole life, that's not what I'm referring to. But there's a little part of you that you take with you from every stage of your life that you've ever had. Like you always have some piece of your childhood with you, or some piece of the time you served your mission (ie. Me in Cambodia), you take with you your high school drama and crushes. These are things that tend to carry with you at all times. Well, as I listened, I realized that I had actually let this person go a long time ago. High School Josh has gone somewhere else. He's no longer with me. And it's funny because he took his musical taste with him.
These days, I realize I don't listen to that music much anymore at all. Perhaps my musical tastes have grown up as I've matured... maybe. Or maybe I just no longer wanted to listen to songs about misery or heartbreak. I was happy, and I want happy music to go with it.
I'm no recently engaged and haven't listened to songs about misery since about two months ago.
In a stretch of a realization... Some people may say they knew they were ready to get married for this reason, or for that reason, whatever they are supposed to say. The typical answers. Well, I knew I wanted to get married because my fiance is the best person in the world. She's done so much for me, and I've never wanted to lose that. No one person, other than my parents, have been as wonderful to me as she has been. She's sacrificed so much for me, and that's how she shows her love. And I've loved her for a long time now. And I knew that we were wanting to get married, we talked about it often. And this was a real thing. And I was always very confident with this decision and that I knew she would be the woman I wanted to marry. But that little part of me, that High School Josh knew that it wasn't possible until I grew out of some things. And High School Josh knew long before I did that she was the one. That's why he had left so long ago, only, he never told me that he was leaving. It took me some extra time to figure it out. And that day that I played that playlist, I knew that High School Josh was gone, and that now Just Josh was on his own. Just Josh was no ready to live the rest of his life and move into the most important part of his life... marriage.
Now, am I saying that music is what told me I was ready to get married. No, of course not. But it was at that point that I definitely realized I was not miserable/unhappy anymore. I had no reason to be unhappy, I had found the one, and I was happy.
So what came first, the music or the misery? Definitely the misery. Cause when you're happy, even when you don't realize just how happy you are, you don't care for the music about misery or heartbreak anymore. Thank you John Cusack and Nick Hornby. And RIP High School Josh.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Why Men Are Stupid
There comes a time in every mans life when he does something really stupid. Really, really, really stupid. A lot of times this stupid act is preceded by the phrase "hey man, watch this!" Then there are those other times when a man does something so stupid he jeopardizes everything he loves and everyone that he loves. And why does he do such a thing? This is the same question that many people ask, I've been asked it a few times, but I never had an answer. I don't really have an answer now, just some thoughts.
I wish I could explain why men do these things. I wish I had a fool proof scheme for every guy to follow that would allow them to never do anything stupid ever again. But yet, it continues to happen. It happens to the best of us, in ways you never thought it could happen. Sometimes it deals with thinking you're better or stronger than you really are, sometimes you think that it'll never happen to you. And then BOOM! You realize you're not as strong or as good as you thought. There comes a point in our lives when somehow we become the person or thing that we hate. How does that happen? I'm sure it's the same formula that makes guys do some really stupid things.
Now I'm not gonna sit here and say it's only the men that screw up and do something stupid. I know that women do it too. But for whatever reason, it seems that men do it a lot more than the women do. Why is that? What is it about men in our DNA that doesn't stop us from doing these stupid things? Is it in the DNA or what is it? And there's been a number of ways that men have said they were sorry... cards, roses, whatever the case may be. But what do the women do? That really has nothing to do with any of this, it was just a random thought I had.
And you know, there's just never enough ways to say you're sorry. Nothing you could ever do to make up for those stupid moments, lapses of judgment, or just plain idiocy. You could say you're sorry as many times as you have breaths, and it would never make up for what you have done, man or woman. We as humans think we are better than we really are, and then we fall, we get knocked down and we get ourselves knocked back to reality. You think you've got life figured out, and then you end up somehow kicking yourself in the nuts.
So here's to hoping that men and women can do their best to never do anything stupid ever again. Cause once you do, you'll spend the rest of your life making up for it.
I wish I could explain why men do these things. I wish I had a fool proof scheme for every guy to follow that would allow them to never do anything stupid ever again. But yet, it continues to happen. It happens to the best of us, in ways you never thought it could happen. Sometimes it deals with thinking you're better or stronger than you really are, sometimes you think that it'll never happen to you. And then BOOM! You realize you're not as strong or as good as you thought. There comes a point in our lives when somehow we become the person or thing that we hate. How does that happen? I'm sure it's the same formula that makes guys do some really stupid things.
Now I'm not gonna sit here and say it's only the men that screw up and do something stupid. I know that women do it too. But for whatever reason, it seems that men do it a lot more than the women do. Why is that? What is it about men in our DNA that doesn't stop us from doing these stupid things? Is it in the DNA or what is it? And there's been a number of ways that men have said they were sorry... cards, roses, whatever the case may be. But what do the women do? That really has nothing to do with any of this, it was just a random thought I had.
And you know, there's just never enough ways to say you're sorry. Nothing you could ever do to make up for those stupid moments, lapses of judgment, or just plain idiocy. You could say you're sorry as many times as you have breaths, and it would never make up for what you have done, man or woman. We as humans think we are better than we really are, and then we fall, we get knocked down and we get ourselves knocked back to reality. You think you've got life figured out, and then you end up somehow kicking yourself in the nuts.
So here's to hoping that men and women can do their best to never do anything stupid ever again. Cause once you do, you'll spend the rest of your life making up for it.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Death is a Funny Thing
Death is a funny thing, and by funny I don't mean ha-ha funny. I mean that it has a funny affect on people. This weekend I came home for a funeral, and I believe I've learned a few things in the journey.
What exactly is death? Death is a separation, the end of the line, the loss of a loved one, a time to move on, a time for gathering, a time to laugh, and a time to cry. But most importantly, it's a time for honor, and for reflection. Because the scary truth of the matter is, we could all go at any moment. As was said today, we're all one person away from running a stop sign from death. It really could get anyone of us at any given moment. But when that moment comes, honor should be given. Now, that being said, I hope to outlive every single one of my friends/relatives and anyone else who would plan to come to my funeral. There should be no flowery ceremony or speeches given when I go. I only ask for a few things at my funeral; bagpipes will be played, my wife will be taken care of, and the whole ceremony is over in less than an hour, preferably thirty minutes. And that's it. Take the party elsewhere if you would like to continue socializing or to be seen. But back to death...
Death comes for some after a long, painful battle with some form of cancer, or a variety of other diseases. Those are the ones that die strong, that are tested until the end, and most die very honorably. I've yet to lose someone in my own family that I was close to, but I've watched as several others have dealt with the struggle with their own parents or other members of their family. It's something I've been blessed to avoid so far, but I know my time will come. And when it does, I only hope that I can be as honorable in surviving as they are in death.
I have a new favorite blog, and I've shared it with some of you, http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/ and oddly enough, the day that I attended the funeral of a very great man, this was the rule posted "Rule #448: Attend the funerals of great men." I thought to myself how fitting that really was. Those who die honorably deserve to be honored at their funeral. It's a difficult thing to be a great man everyday, and yet I can look at out some, especially the late Doug Beck, and they seem to do it with such ease. Being great has become second nature to them. To live honorably and to die honorably should be every mans goal in life. I only pray that I can accomplish that in my life.
What exactly is death? Death is a separation, the end of the line, the loss of a loved one, a time to move on, a time for gathering, a time to laugh, and a time to cry. But most importantly, it's a time for honor, and for reflection. Because the scary truth of the matter is, we could all go at any moment. As was said today, we're all one person away from running a stop sign from death. It really could get anyone of us at any given moment. But when that moment comes, honor should be given. Now, that being said, I hope to outlive every single one of my friends/relatives and anyone else who would plan to come to my funeral. There should be no flowery ceremony or speeches given when I go. I only ask for a few things at my funeral; bagpipes will be played, my wife will be taken care of, and the whole ceremony is over in less than an hour, preferably thirty minutes. And that's it. Take the party elsewhere if you would like to continue socializing or to be seen. But back to death...
Death comes for some after a long, painful battle with some form of cancer, or a variety of other diseases. Those are the ones that die strong, that are tested until the end, and most die very honorably. I've yet to lose someone in my own family that I was close to, but I've watched as several others have dealt with the struggle with their own parents or other members of their family. It's something I've been blessed to avoid so far, but I know my time will come. And when it does, I only hope that I can be as honorable in surviving as they are in death.
I have a new favorite blog, and I've shared it with some of you, http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/ and oddly enough, the day that I attended the funeral of a very great man, this was the rule posted "Rule #448: Attend the funerals of great men." I thought to myself how fitting that really was. Those who die honorably deserve to be honored at their funeral. It's a difficult thing to be a great man everyday, and yet I can look at out some, especially the late Doug Beck, and they seem to do it with such ease. Being great has become second nature to them. To live honorably and to die honorably should be every mans goal in life. I only pray that I can accomplish that in my life.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The life of a legend
Most of you will not care one bit about what I'm about to write. Most of you probably won't even know who I'm writing about. But in recent news, Ken Griffey Jr. announced his retirement from the game of baseball. I don't think I've ever been as sad and disappointed at the announcement of an athlete retiring as I was when I heard the news.
As a child, I don't remember being that kid who had a ton of heroes, and I don't remember saying I wanted to ever be like anyone, except for Griffey. Here was a man that broke into the major leagues at the age of 19. And it looked like he was having fun no matter what he was doing. He played baseball and he was having fun. And to top it off, he was one of the best players ever to play. I wanted to be like Griffey. I had a Ken Griffey Jr. Louisville Slugger, I had a Ken Griffey Jr. baseball glove, I had his poster on my wall. He was my hero. His swing, possibly the sweetest swing in the history of baseball, was a thing of beauty. When he hit homeruns, he seemed to do so effortlessly. The game seemed to come naturally to him, and he was amazing. I have never looked up to one athlete nearly as much as I look up to him.
Now flash forward to now... He had been struggling a lot lately. He was in a career high 103 game homerless streak when he retired. But when he played, he was still having fun. He hit 630 career home runs over a span of 22 baseball seasons. Hitting less than 20 home runs only 7 times in his career. Earned 10 straight golden glove awards at centerfield and came up only 219 hits short of 3,000. He accomplished all these awards and many more during the steroid era of baseball. And throughout the entire investigation has gone on, his name has not been linked to steroid usage at all. In a time when records were being broken, and new baseball legends were taking the stage, it appears that all of the big names have been linked to the usage of steroids. All except "the kid", Ken Griffey Jr. As I have learned this, my respect for the man has only increased. I loved to watch him play, and I'm sad that it couldn't keep going. He was my childhood athletic hero. I've never seen someone enjoy what they do for a living nearly as much as he did.
George Kenneth Griffey, Jr. it was an honor to watch you play sir. And thank you for being a hero and staying true in a dark time in American Baseball. You will be missed, but forever loved and forever remembered.
As a child, I don't remember being that kid who had a ton of heroes, and I don't remember saying I wanted to ever be like anyone, except for Griffey. Here was a man that broke into the major leagues at the age of 19. And it looked like he was having fun no matter what he was doing. He played baseball and he was having fun. And to top it off, he was one of the best players ever to play. I wanted to be like Griffey. I had a Ken Griffey Jr. Louisville Slugger, I had a Ken Griffey Jr. baseball glove, I had his poster on my wall. He was my hero. His swing, possibly the sweetest swing in the history of baseball, was a thing of beauty. When he hit homeruns, he seemed to do so effortlessly. The game seemed to come naturally to him, and he was amazing. I have never looked up to one athlete nearly as much as I look up to him.
Now flash forward to now... He had been struggling a lot lately. He was in a career high 103 game homerless streak when he retired. But when he played, he was still having fun. He hit 630 career home runs over a span of 22 baseball seasons. Hitting less than 20 home runs only 7 times in his career. Earned 10 straight golden glove awards at centerfield and came up only 219 hits short of 3,000. He accomplished all these awards and many more during the steroid era of baseball. And throughout the entire investigation has gone on, his name has not been linked to steroid usage at all. In a time when records were being broken, and new baseball legends were taking the stage, it appears that all of the big names have been linked to the usage of steroids. All except "the kid", Ken Griffey Jr. As I have learned this, my respect for the man has only increased. I loved to watch him play, and I'm sad that it couldn't keep going. He was my childhood athletic hero. I've never seen someone enjoy what they do for a living nearly as much as he did.
George Kenneth Griffey, Jr. it was an honor to watch you play sir. And thank you for being a hero and staying true in a dark time in American Baseball. You will be missed, but forever loved and forever remembered.
Friday, April 2, 2010
What is love? (baby don't hurt me)
So I got to thinking today, and I'm not quite sure what brought it on. And for most of you, the idea of me thinking is prone to bring about trouble. But this time, I was thinking something a little more insightful. I guess this goes back a few weeks to when they asked Sierra and I to talk in Sacrament. Oddly enough, our topic was on eternal marriage. Well, Sierra spoke first, and she spoke long enough to leave me with only about 10 minutes. My talk was focused on what makes a successful eternal marriage, cause I guess I'm such an expert at it being that I'm still not married... Ha. Anyways, so I got to thinking that a good successful marriage is based out of doing the little things.
They say that love is never having to say you're sorry. I completely disagree with that! I think a better statement should be that love is knowing WHEN to say you're sorry. Just because you love somebody doesn't mean you aren't gonna say something stupid... eventually. Ha. (just ask Sierra) ;-) But I think when you love someone, you know when you need to suck up your pride and say you're sorry, and to ask for forgiveness for whatever it is you may have said or done.
But I think the biggest key to a successful marriage is to do the little things. The simple little things that don't seem to be that big of a deal, but have a very lasting impact. What are some examples you may ask? Well, let me embarrass Sierra for a little bit. As we all know... I like sports... and not only do I just like sports, but I love attending sports, watching sports, reading about sports, and watching sportscenter every night. And yes, I even enjoy fantasy football. Now, like most people Sierra could have scoffed at my love of sports, and even my dabbling into fantasy football, but she didn't do that. What she did was she got interested in it, because she knew that I enjoyed it. And not only did she get interested in it, but she even went online and created a t-shirt for me that had my fantasy football team logo on it. She then would ask weekly how my team was doing and if I was winning, and what my chances for the playoffs were. She would even watch the games with me! (of course it helped that my QB was Drew Brees who just happens to play for the New Orleans Saints, and that the Saints did exceptionally well this past year, and that I now live in Southern Louisiana) But she stepped up and she did this series of little things, why? Because she loves me.
So what is Love? Love is pretending to be excited about fantasy football. It's watching the football game, or whatever game it may be and learning enough about it to provide noteworthy criticism of the calls being made. Love is also watching Project Runway on thursday nights with your girlfriend and getting excited about it. Love is buying flowers for no reason, love is wearing pink to her sorority function (sorority colors are pink and green) Love is doing the little things, always doing the little things. Cause that's what love is about. Love is going that extra mile not because you have to, but because you want to. Because you want her to feel special. You want her to know that you think about her everyday and all you want to do is make her happy. And love is doing the little things in return, because love is unsuccessful if it only goes one direction. Love is a two way street, it needs both sides to work. That is what love is. And I'm not trying to say that I'm a master at it, because I still know I have a lot to learn, but I'd like to think that I'm getting there. In the words of Rob Gordon, "I think for the first time, I can see how it's done."
They say that love is never having to say you're sorry. I completely disagree with that! I think a better statement should be that love is knowing WHEN to say you're sorry. Just because you love somebody doesn't mean you aren't gonna say something stupid... eventually. Ha. (just ask Sierra) ;-) But I think when you love someone, you know when you need to suck up your pride and say you're sorry, and to ask for forgiveness for whatever it is you may have said or done.
But I think the biggest key to a successful marriage is to do the little things. The simple little things that don't seem to be that big of a deal, but have a very lasting impact. What are some examples you may ask? Well, let me embarrass Sierra for a little bit. As we all know... I like sports... and not only do I just like sports, but I love attending sports, watching sports, reading about sports, and watching sportscenter every night. And yes, I even enjoy fantasy football. Now, like most people Sierra could have scoffed at my love of sports, and even my dabbling into fantasy football, but she didn't do that. What she did was she got interested in it, because she knew that I enjoyed it. And not only did she get interested in it, but she even went online and created a t-shirt for me that had my fantasy football team logo on it. She then would ask weekly how my team was doing and if I was winning, and what my chances for the playoffs were. She would even watch the games with me! (of course it helped that my QB was Drew Brees who just happens to play for the New Orleans Saints, and that the Saints did exceptionally well this past year, and that I now live in Southern Louisiana) But she stepped up and she did this series of little things, why? Because she loves me.
So what is Love? Love is pretending to be excited about fantasy football. It's watching the football game, or whatever game it may be and learning enough about it to provide noteworthy criticism of the calls being made. Love is also watching Project Runway on thursday nights with your girlfriend and getting excited about it. Love is buying flowers for no reason, love is wearing pink to her sorority function (sorority colors are pink and green) Love is doing the little things, always doing the little things. Cause that's what love is about. Love is going that extra mile not because you have to, but because you want to. Because you want her to feel special. You want her to know that you think about her everyday and all you want to do is make her happy. And love is doing the little things in return, because love is unsuccessful if it only goes one direction. Love is a two way street, it needs both sides to work. That is what love is. And I'm not trying to say that I'm a master at it, because I still know I have a lot to learn, but I'd like to think that I'm getting there. In the words of Rob Gordon, "I think for the first time, I can see how it's done."
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Emo like it's high school all over again
Dude... wtf is going on? What in the world am I doing sitting on my couch feeling all depressed and listening to some old school Dashboard for? I look at my life, and I can't really complain. I've got a great girlfriend as was mentioned in the last post, and she has a great family. They've taken me in and they've taken care of me since I've moved down here to Louisiana. So why can I not shake this funk and fell into the pit of high school emo Dashboard?
I think it has a lot to do with my struggle to find a job. Well, I have a job, but not a career job. I like the people I work with, but I'm not by any means planning to make a career out of it. This is mainly going to be me just complaining but that's just how I am right now. I struggle to be truly happy for my friends that have graduated and are already working full time in the field they want to be in, while I'm stuck working in the mall. Don't get me wrong, I've made more money this year already than I did all of last year... but that doesn't make up the fact that I'm a college graduate that's still only getting paid by the hour and not a salary position. Maybe I'm just wondering when is it my turn? Why can't all these supposed connections finally come through and produce a position? I mean, I dunno... I guess I just needed to complain, and this is my forum. I'm really not always this depressed, but I just tend to write more when I am. And of course, it never makes it easy when my dad is always asking if there's any news as to my employment situation. I feel like a failure every time he asks... I never know what to say, besides... "um... well, no Dad, nothing yet... still." I know the job market is not going to come to me, but how freakin far do I have to travel until we find each other?
Wherever you are job, just now that I'm tracking you down, and I will own you! I will conquer this and I will achieve greatness... but I guess I'm just supposed to go through a huge pile of the smelliest, dirtiest, nastiest and all out disgusting pile of... well... you get the point. Life overall is good. Just frustrated at this point. *sigh*
BTW, new Butch Walker album is amazing, get it.
I think it has a lot to do with my struggle to find a job. Well, I have a job, but not a career job. I like the people I work with, but I'm not by any means planning to make a career out of it. This is mainly going to be me just complaining but that's just how I am right now. I struggle to be truly happy for my friends that have graduated and are already working full time in the field they want to be in, while I'm stuck working in the mall. Don't get me wrong, I've made more money this year already than I did all of last year... but that doesn't make up the fact that I'm a college graduate that's still only getting paid by the hour and not a salary position. Maybe I'm just wondering when is it my turn? Why can't all these supposed connections finally come through and produce a position? I mean, I dunno... I guess I just needed to complain, and this is my forum. I'm really not always this depressed, but I just tend to write more when I am. And of course, it never makes it easy when my dad is always asking if there's any news as to my employment situation. I feel like a failure every time he asks... I never know what to say, besides... "um... well, no Dad, nothing yet... still." I know the job market is not going to come to me, but how freakin far do I have to travel until we find each other?
Wherever you are job, just now that I'm tracking you down, and I will own you! I will conquer this and I will achieve greatness... but I guess I'm just supposed to go through a huge pile of the smelliest, dirtiest, nastiest and all out disgusting pile of... well... you get the point. Life overall is good. Just frustrated at this point. *sigh*
BTW, new Butch Walker album is amazing, get it.
Monday, March 8, 2010
It's Been Awhile...
You know how occasionally you'll hear a song on the radio/ipod/ZUNE that just sparks a memory or some type of inspiration? Well, I guess you could say something like that happened to me. Butch Walker has a new album out, called "I Liked It Better When You Had No Heart", and the last song on the album is called "Be Good Until Then". The song is written from a father to a child and gives him some advice on how to go about his life. Which got me thinking how I was doing.
About 4 months ago I made the choice to move down to Louisiana to be closer to Sierra. It was a bit of a risk, because I was moving my entire life down here for her. Now granted, moving to Louisiana does open me up to many more federal positions for here in the Gulf region. But that was only a side bonus. The biggest bonus and the whole reason for moving down here was for her. And so far, I like to think that it has worked out fairly well. I mean, she and I are still happy together, we've discovered that we can put up with each other on a daily basis and still be happy. So far it has proven to be a very beneficial move.
When she and I first started dating I knew she was special. I knew she had come in to my life for a major reason, which reason I did not fully understand at that point. At first, I thought maybe it was just for a much smaller reason. But now, after being down here for 4 months, I've begun to discover that the reason was so much more than what I first thought. It becomes clearer and clearer everyday what the plan is for us. And it's more and more exciting every day. It seems that moving down to Louisiana has been one of the best decisions I've ever made. Things haven't been moving as smoothly as one could hope with the job search, but it seems that at this point, that's not as important anymore. It's easy to say that at this point in my life, she has been the best thing to happen to me since my mission to Cambodia.
Who's got two thumbs and is the luckiest guy in the world?!?! THIS GUY!
About 4 months ago I made the choice to move down to Louisiana to be closer to Sierra. It was a bit of a risk, because I was moving my entire life down here for her. Now granted, moving to Louisiana does open me up to many more federal positions for here in the Gulf region. But that was only a side bonus. The biggest bonus and the whole reason for moving down here was for her. And so far, I like to think that it has worked out fairly well. I mean, she and I are still happy together, we've discovered that we can put up with each other on a daily basis and still be happy. So far it has proven to be a very beneficial move.
When she and I first started dating I knew she was special. I knew she had come in to my life for a major reason, which reason I did not fully understand at that point. At first, I thought maybe it was just for a much smaller reason. But now, after being down here for 4 months, I've begun to discover that the reason was so much more than what I first thought. It becomes clearer and clearer everyday what the plan is for us. And it's more and more exciting every day. It seems that moving down to Louisiana has been one of the best decisions I've ever made. Things haven't been moving as smoothly as one could hope with the job search, but it seems that at this point, that's not as important anymore. It's easy to say that at this point in my life, she has been the best thing to happen to me since my mission to Cambodia.
Who's got two thumbs and is the luckiest guy in the world?!?! THIS GUY!
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