When Plans Go Wrong...

I have always had a plan in my life... when I was a senior in high school I had a plan. I was going to go to Utah State on scholarship in my grandparents jeep (that I begged for and due to lovely grandparents I was allowed to borrow it for a semester) and study Speech Language Pathology. Everything worked out for me that year after high school (well mostly everything) I did what I thought I was going to do. I had some roommate troubles but other than that I had a great year. I fell in love and then the next plan in my life was established.

My connections class

My 1st college room. My bed was the cute pink one.

I married Clark and now I had a CRV to drive to my Junior year of college. I finally got into my major and loved it and it has been great so far. However, this summer and my plans for that are starting to irk me! I had a plan this summer that I would take an anatomy class from SLCC and stay at my in-laws. I would study for my GRE and volunteer at hospitals to up my resume and I would train for a marathon.

My plan has gone wrong. What do you do when your plan goes wrong? Well to be honest, I don't know the answer to this question. My plans usually have worked how I thought they would and now I really don't have a game plan. This is the reason why... SLCC accepted me and I got on to register for my class this summer and all the courses were full. The professors are discouraged to take anymore students than the limit and their is no wait list for Biology 2320. This little disturbance in the plan made me rethink every single decision I had made about this summer. I had to start thinking about different ways I can take this class. I had to reconsider the job thing and the volunteer thing. etc. etc. NO FUN!

The point of the whole story is that... I strongly dislike growing up. I love that I have my own apartment, with my own husband and my own little life but I miss being a kid. I really do. I miss coming home to a meal made by my mother and a clean house. My mom even made my bed on mornings I had to run out of the house without doing it... she thought I was ungrateful when I didn't notice this but I noticed and I loved it. Thanks mom. I miss cuddling on the couch watching NCIS after mom and I got home from dance practice. I miss FHE with little brothers and sisters. I miss laundry being done for me and all I have to do is put it away. I miss running cross country on a team. I miss jumping on a trampoline whenever I wanted. I miss staying up late talking to my mom. I miss random people dropping in the Cook house on Sunday evenings. I miss a lot about being a kid.

Although the point of the story was that... I strongly dislike growing up, their is another point that this plan story brings up.

I have a plan that no matter what happens with this college class or what happens with the rest of the
future, that I will create that carefree life Clark and I both lived as children for my own. My house will be a safe haven from the world. We will read scriptures, have FHE and attend church regularly. We will have dance parties in the kitchen while washing the dishes. We will cuddle and watch NCIS or some other show after dance lessons. We will practice piano and other instruments. We will work on homework and succeed at what we try to do as a family. We will play endless amounts of games and have random neighbor friends drop in regularly on Sundays. We will work and clean. We will learn a lot together. Most of all, we will love each other and our house will be filled with Christ.

I hope that I can create a life for my children that I had and I hope in that home of ours my children can make plans, like I did and even when they don't work out, they can see the bigger picture.

*This was a very long long blog post but I'm also adding pictures of our Easter Friday night. It was fun!

We dyed Easter Eggs. I put too much vinegar and they turned out yucky so we only dyed 5. HA HA.

We got each other Easter baskets.

I already told you what Clark got and he loved it!

I got cute notebooks for my to-do lists, a pirate kite because West Side is my Alma-mater and lip gloss.

He's a cute guy!

Oh ya and the Easter bunny is Catholic. I got Easter chocolate prayer hands. I think the E. Bunny also has a sense of humor.

On Saturday we went to my parents and opened Easter bags. My parents got me a cute shirt and necklace and Clark a sling shot. He loved it. Then on Sunday we had Easter dinner at the Evans. Claudia makes a mean Halibut dish.

Overall, It was a GREAT EASTER. We are so thankful for the Savior and His atonement and resurrection. We are so grateful we know we will live as families forever.