adulthood

Since getting married, I have become the clumsiest person on the planet. I swear I was not like this before. I have elbowed Sam in the face more than once, smashed some part of his body almost daily, dropped and broken two dishes in one week (one at 3 in the morning -- Sam thought we were under attack and shot out of the bedroom ready to pound him some thug), kicked, tripped, pushed, you get the idea.

So remember the last time you needed your mom's help to take the sacrament? Yeah me neither because I was not even talking yet. Oh wait. I meant, yes I remember! Last Sunday! When I had a full cup of water on my lap instead of in my mouth because I didn't let anybody help me drink it! I wanted to do it by myself! Foolish idea that. A sacrament cup can hold a lot of water. The upside of this is that according to a woman Sam met on his mission, my lap has now been healed of all pain or problem. Looks like I'll be popping out a miraculous child at any time. And we can help each other take the sacrament and maybe someday Daddy will let us do it all by ourselves!