My Heart Hurts

My heart hurts.


For those of you who don't know, two LDS missionaries were hit by a car and killed in Texas this week.  One of those missionaries, Elder Strong, would have been home before this accident and would currently be safe, but had chosen to extend his mission by 3 weeks.


Elder Strong was a twin.


I'm a twin.


My twin comes home from his mission in one week..... what if it had been him?
It could have been him.  In the summer of 2010 he was hit by a car.  I remember it as clear as day.  The hit threw him across the street and knocked him out.  He survived.


Elder Strong didn't.
How is his twin brother supposed to continue living his life without him?


I couldn't do it.
And I pray to God, everyday, that He won't make me.


I get to see my twin brother come home from his mission next week.
This week, one young man didn't.


My heart hurts for that one young man.

Never Growing Up

I am 21.


Got a toothbrush that flashes lights and lets me know how long to brush.


Watched the latest Wizards of Waverly Place  Disney channel episode
                     and have seen every episode so far.


Making a new friendship bracelet.


Just bought "the Muppet" OPI nail polish.


I compare hiking in cool places to playing on a giant playground.


Give me the option of play or homework... I still pick play.


Simplified definition of my current job = play with kids in a gym.


Simplified definition of my future career = play with kids in a hospital.


Wrote and sent a letter to princess Belle.


Building forts - aka castles - will never get old.


I still make up stories in my head.


I play "dress up" ever day.


I'd fly to Neverland if I could.


I'm never growing up.


Nor would I want to.


Kids show the the most love, have the most courage, aren't so afraid, smile the most, laugh at everything, don't care about the status of others, have beautiful imaginations, can't help but be creative, and most of all, they believe in their dreams.


I'm never growing up.


Neverland, here I come...