Today was a bitter-sweet day.
It was the day I received the Holy Ghost and was confirmed as a member of the LDS Church, and it's also Wayne's last full day here.
Brother Collins said a beautiful prayer for me today. I really feel like he is truly a wonderful man, and feel blessed to have him as my Sunday school teacher. Morgan's dad was also up there with me, as well as Elder Clark and Elder Lee. It was so nice and I feel so lucky to be a part of such a great ward.
This is hard for me to write. I try so hard to be strong. I'm so grateful that Wayne is healthy and able to come see me, but it just stinks when he has to leave. We're both upset, but trying to stay strong and happy. I know it won't be long 'til he's back here. I just hate it when he leaves, but I know I'll be okay as long as he's safe and comes back to me.
He spoils me. He buys me things and does my dishes and carries my bags and rubs my feet and takes out the trash. Doing all those things just makes it so much harder when he goes, but after a few days I'll be used to doing those things all alone again and I'll be fine. That's my normal for now. While he's here, that's a treat. I don't think some people get that. Some people see him carrying my pink bags and think I'll cruel and wonder why he puts up with me, but I don't think they understand that it's the only way I can deal with him being gone so much. Anyway, he doesn't mind what other people think, so neither do I.
One thing I'm worried about is being alone. Someone who I felt was a good friend has seemed to be avoiding me this past week, which will make having Wayne gone even harder. It's okay, though. I went through my first two years of college with no friends up here, so I can make it through the last year and a half if need be. Wayne and I are lucky that we can call each other and talk pretty much any time of the day, so that's good.
Alright, I'd better get to bed now. Tomorrow's a hard, busy day. If you're reading this tomorrow (Monday) night, please just pray that Wayne will get back to England safely. I'll feel better once I know he's safely back in England (which isn't his home; his home is here with me).
Good night.
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I know that I felt so sad that Wayne had to leave, so I can only just imagine how hard it is for the two of you. I know that it's been a few days since you wrote this so I hope that by now you're feeling maybe just a little bit better. I feel badly because for the past few days I've been so wrapped up in my own issues, and we haven't really gotten much of a chance to talk this past week. Just know that I've been thinking about you all week long. I'll try calling you later tonight.
You know, I stop blogging for a bit and I miss such a wonderful moment on yours!!
How exciting and how wonderful that you are able to record and remember this moment. I don't remember anything about my confirmation or baptism except for the fact that the lights went out in the dressing room and I freaked out because I still had my wet underwear on!
Congratulations! There is such a peace in having the Holy Ghost!
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