Change

Once upon a time there was a girl named Nicole. She had the best cousin in the entire world, and his name was Hayden. When they were little they played night games, built hay forts, went to kindergarten together, and hung out all the time. As they grew up they were still best friends but instead of hay forts, night games, and kindergarten, they went to high school football games, movies, plays (remember Little Women?!?) and to breakfast together. . .

Hayden turned 19 in February and he decided to go on a mission. He leaves for the MTC tomorrow- my birthday-and from there he will go to Argentina. I'm going to miss him like crazy. (Even though he teases me mercilessly!) Sunday was his farewell and tons of people came to listen to him speak and he did a great job. Sunday I had to tell him goodbye because I have finals this week and had to come back up to Logan. I gave him a poem I had written for him and while he was reading it I started to cry. It is so weird to think that I won't see him for two years! I'm so proud of him for wanting to serve the Lord but that still doesn't make it any easier. I gave him a big hug before I left for Logan and we both just cried and cried. Since we were crying my mom started crying and we all had one big cry fest. I cried all the way to Brigham City and then started again when I drove into Logan. The result of my crying was a headache that is still lingering today. I also had swollen eyes Monday morning. Yeah...not pretty.

This week I am also moving back to Kamas after finals, which means I have to say goodbye to all the great people up here (luckily it's just for four months and not two years.) I'm sure the tears will start flowing again. Sian has already started crying, so I better watch out.

The moral of these two stories is that I HATE change. A lot of things can happen in two years. I'll be done with school (unless I decide to get my Masters) and who knows where I'll be living. My mom informs me that I could even be married -but I think that is highly unlikely. Things just won't be the same when he comes back. And I hate that thought. We won't be little kids with no worries ever again...It is a sad day indeed.

Countdowns

I have the best best friend in the entire world. her name is Sian N. Smith and she is just the mother-bleepin greatest person I have ever met in my life. We could all learn so much from her. I am going to be very sad in three weeks when I have to say bye to her for the summer. I shouldn't have to say bye to my best friend but I guess it's what has to be done. But I guess it'll just make things so much better when we are finally reunited in August. . .
Written by: Sian N. Smith

So...my real post (before Sian hijacked my blog) was going to be . . .

My countdowns for the rest of the school year

19 days till I am no longer a resident of Pineview Apts.
18 days till Flin is no longer my roommate :(
16 days till my birthday! :) and till Hayden leaves :(
9 school days left
5 more days of waking up at 7:30 a.m.
4 more days of stats class
4 finals
2 more papers to write
2 more weekends till summer
1 more chance to make lasting memories (Sian N. Smith's brilliant mind came up with that one.)
0 days left of snow...hopefully

P.S. I love Kij

Grandma and the Farm

I just love my grandma. She is pretty much the greatest lady that has ever walked this earth. I got to spend Saturday and Sunday watching conference with her. My family is gone to Rockville so she took me under her wing. :) She made me homemade chili- which is my absolute favorite, and called to check on me to make sure I wasn't freezing to death. Which I actually was because I can't build a fire to save my life. (My dad would have been very disappointed. He's tried and tired to teach me, but I failed miserably.)
On Friday the rest of the cows that my grandparents had were sold. Grandma came home from the temple and she was so sad. My heart broke when she told me about coming home and seeing they were all gone. She went to take pictures of the barnyard and she was crying. It was heartbreaking to see what my grandparents had worked for all their lives to be gone so fast. It will be so weird to go home and not see the baby calves out our back window, go to the barn and get milk, hear the milkers going in the morning, and seeing the cows in the field in the summer. My little brothers and cousins won't have the experience of building hayforts in the barn, eating picnics in the hay, playing in the sawdust, seeing new baby calves, moving cows down to the field, and best of all getting fresh milk from the barn. Though the farm will no longer be the farm, I'm so grateful that I have the memories that I do. . .