This past weekend I was checking facebook and I saw something that surprised me. It took my breath away, and not in a romantic way. Living in Provo, you get used to people getting married young, 20 to 22, but there is always the urban myth of getting married at 18 or 19. This is seen as an great accomplishment, where a metal should be given to you. To some this will come to a shock, and no this is not the rantings of a single almost 25yr old girl/maid in Provo. I am happy for her and wish her only the best. But my sisters friends got engaged this weekend. She is 18. She just finished her 2nd semester of college. I know most of you are thinking why is this such a big deal, this is what you(me) always wanted for yourself. You(I) wanted to get married and have kids, you(I) never thought about going to college or getting a degree. Why is this blog worthy? My first thought was wow, she will never get to experience anything for herself. This young girl has been sheltered her whole little life and has never had to struggle. I called my sister to inform her/ see if she had heard. One point she brought up was that she will never have her own bank account. She will never experience single college life, living with roommates/ learning to deal with differences, fending for herself. Yes, I do know that my parents are just a phone call away if I need something and they do help me out; but I have a sense of accomplishment that I have my own bank account, I bought a car by myself, I have to be responsible and try not to remember my parents are there if I fall. I think back when I was 18 and how badly I wanted to get married, I almost married a creep, good thing he had the since to do something dumb and cheat on me or otherwise who knows. I was so in love with the idea of being a wife and mother it didn't matter who the guy was. I am not saying that she hasn't found Mr. right, maybe she has and Congrats to her for not having to play the game for very long. Congrats for finding the right guy for her. I just think back to when I was that age to now and I see how much I have done, what I have learned, how proud I am of myself. I think back and remember how shocked my parents were when I called them after the 2nd guy screwed up and told them I wanted to go to college. They were in shock, they didn't know what to say, and then I confused them even more and said I wanted to do construction. If I hadn't of had that time to figure things out and 'suffer' for lack of a better word I know I would have been happy, because I wouldn't have known any other way. But I am thankful that the Lord saw fit for me to go through trials and not have the plan I wanted, because he know that I needed to grow up. I have learned that I can make it on my own. I don't need some silly guy (even though one would be much appreciated) to co-sign on a car, or apartment, or bank account. I wanted to include a few pics from the past few years to see how much I've grown.
Las Vegas with Amanda.
Halloween as Dora the Explorer.
leftover tinfoil used from an FHE activity.
Getting another Halloween outfit ready, Barbie.
Camping/freezing to death at Goblin Valley.
Ward activity it was Valentine's Day.
One crazy night I think there was too much Mt. Dew.
A friends 80's themed birthday.
Dying Easter eggs.