It just felt like a glorious day today. The rain came down all day, and the sky was gray and dreary. But as I cleaned up and bathed boys and fixed hair, I just felt a buoyancy in my heart. I was excited to make the meatballs I had been planning. I was excited to have Sunee's family coming to dinner. I was excited to take my beautiful family to church.
I kept thinking about the women who marched on Washington yesterday to protest our nation's new president, Donald Trump. I guess they were marching for what they consider a lack of women's rights. I really don't know or understand what some people are thinking these days. But I've thought about how I feel.
I was blessed to be born into a family with a wonderful mother and a father. I had a brother and sisters who loved me and contributed to my growing up experience. I was taught to follow religious precepts and to believe in a God in Heaven. Those teachings have afforded me incredible peace and comfort in all the experiences of my life. As I have aligned my life with my religion, I have found all of my hopes and dreams for happiness in my life coming true. I am trying every day to live a Christ-like life. Because of that, I believe, I am surrounded by loving, supportive family and friends who are trying to do the same. My husband is the only man I have ever known, and all of the children I have borne have been welcomed and wanted. Every educational opportunity I have pursued has been available to me. I have soared to the tops of the most difficult classes in a difficult university program. I have experienced joy in many different sports and hobbies, and held many different jobs and been successful in each one. I have always been treated with the upmost respect by almost everyone I meet. I feel safe and confident as I go about my daily life. I am loved and protected by a good man, who treats me as a valuable member of our family. I am blessed to be able to live my life the way I want to live it, and to be able to experience so much happiness and joy every day.
I completely understand that there are many, many women who are not even coming close to experiencing life the way I am experiencing it. But I do not feel that there is something fundamentally wrong with this country that is damaging to women in general. What I wish, and what I hope is that this country in general could find God. So many problems and heartaches and sorrows could be done away with if people would live life the way our Father in Heaven teaches. We all have trials and problems, but I know with all of my heart, that peace and comfort and true lasting happiness comes from following our Savior and keeping the commandments. I am so thankful to my Father in Heaven for putting me into a home where I would be taught how to live, and how to believe, and how to have faith, and what it means to be a daughter of God.
Greg and I went out last night. We shared chips and salsa in a booth by the window in a new restaurant in town called The Green Iguana. I salted away as we ate and talked. We were dreaming about building our own gym--an idea we frequently revisit and then decide it's too crazy and put it to rest. But we absolutely love dreaming and scheming and planning together. After dinner, we went to Greg's office where he gave me the full dermatology treatment. We did laser hair removal, botox, and he snipped off a few skin tags. It was so fun and all rather painful, but we laughed and joked and enjoyed being together. This is my prep work for our week in Hawaii. Of course, this is all totally unnecessary and silly, but when this is your hubby's profession, well then, why not? I love not having to shave, and not having to deal with razor burn all the time. And Greg says he loves having me as a patient!
I just want to document for the record how much Greg makes me feel loved and wanted. He is a good, good man. And he always, always wants to be with me. His eyes light up when he sees me. He constantly tells me how beautiful I am. He chases me around the house trying to grab me and kiss me. And when I kiss him back, he sighs the most contented sigh, like he has landed in heaven. A few evenings ago, I was cutting his hair. He leaned his head against me and told me how much he loves to have me cut his hair. He says he loves the touch and attention while I work. It was really sweet.
He then popped a crazy question
Greg: If there was one thing you could change about my physical looks, what would it be?
Me: Greg! I can't answer that. That's ridiculous.
Greg: No, I'm serious. Anything. What would you want me to change?
Me, thinking for a minute: No. I'm not answering that. There's nothing.
Greg: Come on!
Me: Okay, you go first then. What would you change about me?
And then I braced myself for what he would say.
Greg, thinking: Okay. You are right. I can't think of anything I want you to change.
Me: See? It doesn't feel nice to say anything, right? And anything you could say is probably something I already wish I could change...
Greg: Oh! I just thought of what I would say!
Me, nervous: What?
Greg: I wish you shaved better.
Me, laughing: What??? That's it? I can fix that in, like, one hour! The things I would have said to you would have taken a whole lot longer than that!
(Both of us laughed a good while about that!)
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