A day in this life.

Here I am: 20 years old, married to my wonderful Return Missionary, and I've been a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints for a year and one month. I have never known joy like I know joy now. Hand-in-hand with my husband, kneeling by the bed, in prayer. I know joy. I wake up to him on his days off and we count down the days until we can be sealed in the Temple. I tell him that I have never been this happy, this safe in my entire life. The night we got married we were laying in bed, crying. I in my wedding dress, and him in his suit. We were crying because of the joy we felt. Were we to die, we would still have eachother. Always. Families can be together forever. This I know. I've seen the bonds that our Heavenly Father made, and I know that they are unbreakable. I am thankful for my many blessings. I met my husband at my baptism, and I know that there are no coincidences. I am ever so thankful. I know that I fall down a lot, but I know my Elder Brother & Savior is always there to lend a hand.

Never have I been more happy.
Never have I felt so much love.