Tacos For Breakfast

   If you have talked to me at all in the last few months, you probably know that I have made the choice to serve an 18 month mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I could be assigned to serve anywhere, from Pocatello, ID to St. Petersburg, Yekaterinburg, Russia and I couldn't be more excited. Since I am currently working on my paperwork in order to receive my call, and then I'll just be waiting and waiting some more, I thought I would write a post about my choice to serve a mission, and why it is so important to me.    I've thought about going on a mission pretty much my whole life, but until very recently, the age requirement for girls to go on a mission was 21. Like many Mormon girls, the thought was, "well if I'm done with school and not married, I'll go on a mission. But that's years away so I don't have to think about it now." However, in October 2012, my mindset changed. In the LDS church, twice a year we have

Wow look how cute we are To be completely honest, Mother's Day stresses me out. It's supposed to be a day to celebrate amazing moms everywhere, but I think we underestimate the amount of pressure this puts on children and fathers everywhere. That may sound odd, but hear me out...    I have the same to say about my mother as President Lincoln did. However, my mother is an angel in a different sense. Rather than a heavenly angel, my mother is an earthly angel. She is kind, loving, thoughtful, sensitive, empathetic, spiritual, talented, and beautiful. While she taught me many important things about how to live life once I had temporarily left the nest, the most important was how to treat people. When I was younger and I would complain to her about how annoyed I was with one of my friends, or how I couldn't believe how rude and stuck up someone at school was, my mom would always try to put a positive spin on things. She would say "maybe they just had a bad day,