One of those days...

Today in church I cried. And I don't mean I felt the spirit and got a little teary eyed. I mean, I cried like a flippin baby. I actually had to walk out cuz I had no Kleenex and my nose was running like a facet, I had black under my eyes, and black streaming down my face. So here's why...

Once upon a time I had a baby cousin. When I say "baby" I mean a whole 2 months younger than me (I'm always gonna be your big cousin, Mikey! Ü) He got married yesterday in Flagstaff to an awesome girl named Sydney. Mikey is pretty much my closest guy cousin and I died a little bit on the inside not being able to see him on his big day yesterday. I tried not to let it get to me, but from the paragraph above, you can see it eventually did. I know you're asking, "Why the heck did you cry in church the day AFTER his wedding instead of the day of?" Well you see, yesterday I tried to keep myself busy and not think about what I was missing. My whooooole family driving up to Flagstaff to spend the day together chatting and witnessing Mikey get married, and I was home all day by myself far far away in Utah. Yeah, hard. So I just cleaned and cleaned and played on the computer. Well today in church a lady in our ward was assigned to speak on her daughter who is serving a mission in yes, you guessed it, Mesa, AZ. In the beginning I was actually excited to hear her speak. I thought, "Oh, cool!! She's gonna tell stories about Mesa!" I was doing "ok" during her talk. Laughing at hearing what her daughter thought of good ol Mesa and all the experiences she was having. Thennnn... towards the end.... I lost it. We sang a hymn right after she spoke and I couldn't even see the words. Any other weekend I would have LOVED her talk. But this weekend.... hard. I was just thinking.... "Wow, if I was still living in Mesa, I would have been at Mikey's wedding this weekend. I would have been there holding my little nieces and nephews and goofing off with my brothers and sister. I would have been able to hug my uncle as he called me Bubble Butt. My brother, Jimmie, brought his girlfriend and I would have been able to finally meet her. I could have danced with Mikey like he did with me at my wedding." Pretty much just one of those moments where I wished Alex and I still lived in AZ. BUT don't get me wrong I love where I'm at now, and like I said in the previous post, I've learned so much. After walking out and getting a drink and cleaning the black off my face, I did ok the rest of the meeting. I was even able to sing the last song =).

So the moral of the story is NEVER move to Utah. Lol TOTALLY JK. But the real moral is never go to church without a dang Kleenex... not good. Serioulsy. I really want to apologize to the people who had to look at my messy face as I walked up the isle out of the chapel. Ya'll know how I look when I cry.... SCARY!

Congrats Mikey and Sydney!!! I love you soooo much and I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there. Miss you guys tons. Hopefully, we'll see you soon!