Saturday, April 17, 2010

sometimes you can't make it on your own

I was three years old when I moved into the Clayton Valley First Ward.

Funny enough, nothing has really changed since then.

No matter how old we get, no matter how far we go, we'll always be those awkward 15 year old kids. We've always had each other, and we always will.

State lines separate us all (but for the first time in two years, we're all back on the same continent). Marriage. College graduation. Graduate school. Jobs. But it doesn't really seem to matter.

We'll always have those afternoons in Sunday School, hiding under the desks and playing pranks on all of our teachers. Awkward Stake Dances, Youth Conference (Jimbo III, anyone?) and camping trips. The more we grow up, the more we stay the same. We're pretty lucky...

And I wouldn't mind if we never really change.

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