sydahney.

This little one came to visit me this weekend.

Let me tell you something about Ms. Sydney Anne.

She is in love. Not cute texts, obsessively affectionate, baby-talk love.

I mean the kind of love that makes her face brighter. The kind of love that gives her a perma-smile. The kind of love that's not only worthy of the temple, but it belongs in the temple.

No one is more deserving of this type of happiness than Syd. She's put in her time, trust me.

Watching this blessing grow in her life makes me so excited to eventually find my person.

It's amazing how beautiful love is when it's right.

I threw her a bridal shower with our friend Kara on Saturday. It was perfect. About 30 wonderful ladies came to support the bride-to-be, 20 of which were sisters from her mission. The strength and spirit they carry is tangible. I loved being around them. Sadly that sweet spirit was ruined when gift-opening time arrived. Barf-on-my-shoes.

Being the made of honor, I wrote down what she received from each of our guests, aiding the "thank you" card process....let's just just say I never want to write body paint, lube, or condoms, ever, EVER again.

I thought this would be fun...it's different when it's your sister. I'm terrified for when she throws me a shower. I'm going to hide in the closet.

Today is the sabbath, which seems to be one of the busiest days of the week. Got up at 5:30, went to church early for the Butterfields' (Syd's mission presidents) homecoming in South Jordan, went to their open house, drove to Provo in time for my meeting, got home-taught, went visiting teaching, planned a prank for my neighbors, (we're in the middle of a war...the guys are up by two..not ok), and then ward prayer and calling duties in an hour. What a perfect day of rest.

The wedding is in T-minus 20 days. Shoot.

I'm seriously going to be heartbroken if I can't figure out a way to kidnap a dentist and tape his stupid little knuckles to a pen.

Satan is a super talented guy, and it's driving me crazy. Oh well, it'll all work out. Ish.

That's all. I'm off to hunt down an expired fish. And a screwdriver. Wish me luck.

-h