Dear future me,

Today I found a link to a site called, Futureme.org, off of another blog. It is a site where you can write e-mails to yourself to be sent to you at a future date. This may sound semi-lame to you, but I get a kick out of things like this. I had a Young Women's leader who had us write to ourselves when I was in my teens and have been hooked ever since. The only problem is, I usually end up opening it far earlier than I am supposed to. Still interesting but not packed with a powerful punch. This site is keeping my letter safe until I hit June of 2014. Five years away. Five whole years seem like a long time to achieve all the goals I have but I am sure it will be over before we know it. The last five flew by in a blink.

Let's see....where was I exactly five years ago?.....I just finished BYU and moved home to pursue a masters program that I didn't even really want to do. I just needed more education (blasted Sociology degree!) and it sounded interesting. I loved being home with my parents and younger siblings. It was then that we became peers and really got to spend quality time together. I had been home from my mission for less than a year still and was just starting to feel normalish again. I was working as an assistant for my neighbor (groan...) and was attending the local singles branch with no hope of any exciting love life. There was one guy that I thought was cute (James) but all of the little teeny-bopper 18-19 year-olds liked him and I did not want to wound my pride by competing with them. Besides, I thought he was sorta preppy and I thought his type were tall young blonds. This, however, did not stop me from hoping to see him at different church functions! Who could blame me?!!!! I hadn't started taking any art classes so I wasn't painting or sculpting or doing anything creative. Tony and Sarah had just had a baby, Marshy and Jennie were about to become engaged and Aria and Tommy were planning their wedding. Boy does time fly!!!

Now we're poor married students with the kookiest little boy and another baby on the way. Wherever we are in five years, I hope we are as happy as we are now....and that Mason still showers us with hugs and kisses galore....and still thinks we are cool and funny....or at least doesn't let on that he knows the truth.