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.