I don’t think it’s any secret that my job stresses me out. A lot. So when this last weekend rolled around, I was in desperate need of some rejuvenation and sanity-rebuilding. Matt had to work late Friday night, so I somehow motivated myself to get all my homework done before he got home. Smartest. Move. Ever. That simple act of self-discipline allowed me to enjoy my weekend stress- and guilt-free.
Saturday afternoon on our way home to visit our parents, we stopped by for Brigham City’s Peach Days Festival. Now, admittedly, there isn’t much to do at a festival like this unless you’re five years old or unless you’ve got a lot of money, but we picked ourselves up a bowl of the fresh and fabulous peach cobbler and checked out the local library’s book sale (where we got a bag completely full of gently used books for $1. One dollar! I was in heaven). If Matt were more of a browser, we might have stopped by and checked out some of the wares that were laid out as far as the eye could see, but I didn’t want my man to be cranky when we left (not that he’s too bad when he’s cranky, but nevertheless, I didn’t want to push it). I loved getting the chance to just get out, enjoy the fall breeze, and hold hands in the street. That’s all a girl wants on a weekend, right?
This morning, I got to see a long-lost mission companion, who just got home after spending 18 months in El Salvador. I haven’t seen this girl for almost a year and a half, and it was so much fun to catch up with her and with some of the other sisters from my mission (including another companion of mine).
I did, however, learn (yet again) how rusty my Spanish is.
I also learned that the longer I’m home, the more I cherish those opportunities to re-connect with the people who touched me in so many ways on my mission. The longer I’m home, the fewer my chances are to talk about those experiences that affected me so much. It was so much fun to spend a couple hours catching up.
Thank you, Matt, for being so patient and not asking us if we could go already, especially when we spent about a straight hour talking in Spanish. You are the best!
