I really, really love my family.
This Saturday was my little sister's baptism, and I got to see not only my parents, brother, and sisters, but I got to see my grandparents, aunt and uncle, and cousins. It was awesome. I only live fifteen minutes away from home, but I only go home maybe once or twice a month. I miss those guys.
I'm so proud of my little sister, for getting baptized. I'm proud of my brother for being worthy enough to baptize her. I'm proud of my other sister who sang harmony in a duet (which I had no idea she could do) at the baptism. I'm proud of my other sister who presented herself so well as the homecoming pageant this week. She was beautiful. I'm proud of my dad whom people keep telling me they loved as a professor. I'm proud of my mom who teaches 20+ students drums, piano, and guitar, and still has time to call and check up on me.
I went to the relationships Sunday school class with my roommates a few weeks ago because we thought it would be amusing, and instead it was really inspiring. It really hit me that this is what I want most out of life. I want to marry my best friend in the temple. I want to raise righteous kids. I want to be a mom. I have never been the kind of person who responded with that when asked what I want to do with my life. I want to be a chemist, I want to go to France, I want to compete in Blackpool, etc etc. But you know what, none of those are really that important. I want a strong family. That's all that really matters.