By the way,
in case you were wondering,
two years is not that long.
I mean it!
When I started out waiting for Elder Gibson
I thought it would last a lifetime.
FYI: it's almost over.
. . .6 months to go. . .
Over the last few weeks I have been scrambling
to do something,
anything,
to prove I haven't somehow wasted these two years.
As if what I accomplished was who I had become.
Then it hit me!
Two years is not that long.
In two years I can only reach an Associates Degree
(which I haven't even reached yet).
In two years I can only have two summer vacations.
In two years there are only two Christmas seasons.
In two years I can only barely have a savings account.
In two years I can only plan for my future.
It takes more than two years for a lot of things to happen.
Don't get me wrong, a lot can happen too,
But it hasn't even been two years yet!
I've been so concerned with what Jeff will think of me.
As if he's going to come home
and I'll have to turn in a list of things I've done while he was gone.
As if he's going to sit there and judge me based upon a check list.
I need to give myself some credit.
