3 weeks

I've got three weeks.

It's going by really fast.

And I'm sorry I've been slacking with posting, but man, getting ready for a mission is hard stuff

When it's time to mission shop, I just gotta be a big girl and do it. 

But it's definitely a horror. So ladies, just prepare yourself for the emotional trauma. 

And maybe a few tears in the dressing room.

But I just gotta tell myself that it'll all be worth it. Cause it will. In 3 weeks. I'll be Hermana Wood

And that's a fact jack!

It's ok

It's ok to miss the one who would sing with you in the car

It's ok to listen to Mumford and Sons over and over again

It's ok to kill the car 15 billion times while learning stick shift.

It's totally ok to drive to Provo to get some delicious BYU Creamery and wait in line for 30 min

It's ok to anxiously wait for the postman to drop off his letters

And it's definitely ok to want your sweetheart to share in these adventures

But it's also ok to know who you are without him