Thursday, May 3, 2012

One Year.

This is sheerly because this blog needs a 100th post.  I'm not sure how it's possible that I only ended with 99, but we'll relive some of the events of last year - to the hour.

Granted that I was still riding on a plane, sitting next to a man from Green Bay that was sure I was straight out of the looney bin, but I returned from my Washington home one year ago today.  I can't believe that it's been a year and all that has happened.  It absolutely blows my mind.  I never thought at this point I would be sitting on my bed with my husband, pregnant, and a mere two weeks away from finding out if I've got a boy or girl acting like the inside of my body is a trampoline.

But I will never forget all those wonderful people that I have served, taught, and those that have served me.  I won't forget those experiences that have changed my life and made me the person I am today.  I won't forget being so excited to see my family and how I'd be able to keep it together.  I won't forget my family not being there to greet me at the gate because they weren't in the airport yet.  I won't forget dropping my things on the floor and running to my mother like a lost child.  I won't forget the emotions the were present as I talked to my father.  I won't forget how painful it was to have my name tag stripped of me.  And I won't forget not sleeping that first night, being left alone that first day, and spending all day at the Gourleys.

Thanks to everyone who followed my mission blog and supported me.  And who wrote me.  That helped more than you know.  But, this will officially be my last post.  Que Dios les bendiga y hasta ver!