I was counting on you

Fortythree, fifteen, twenty, five.
Will we get out of this mess alive?
Five, twenty, fifteen, forty, three.
Why on earth are you asking me?

Morning scriptures

Early this morning Mom rousted us from bed,
And we all gathered in the living room
To read scriptures together.
And today was a little nicer than usual.

Easter.

I used to wonder, while I was dying eggs
Or eating candy, If I'd lost sight of the Savior.
If He felt sorrow that I think of other things,
That He does not take up one hundred per cent of my Easter.
But then I looked at my brother's face,
Holding up a blue easter egg.
And I thought to myself,
Someone who loves us so much
Can't possibly be sad about such a happy face.
He is Risen! And I shall tell it out with JOYful voice!!!!

A description of myself at twenty one.

I am a woman of passion.
I know what I love, beauty, light, life.
The ability to feel and know.
I seek out perfection in everything,
As a child instinctively seeks for learning.

I have little tolerance for faults,
My own and other's,
But that is something I am striving to mellow.

I am beginning to see my life not so much as a journey to an end or a thing to be endured,
But a series of moments to be enjoyed,
Learned from, or simply lived as the case may be,
Leading up to a moment where I will account for all of my other moments.
And in that moment I wish to say I have never wasted a moment.

I have an idea of where I want to go with my life.
I know I love to write, and it must be a part of my life.
I know I am a family woman,
And I will be happier if I have family of my own,
But I can still be happy without that.
I know I need to maintain a relationship with Heavenly Father.
That is how I stay happy.

I am a basically cheerful person by choice.
Being an introspective, deep thinker with a tendency to melancholia,
My attitude is a battle I fight often.
I can be very social, but I need alone time in between.
I crave balance,
Sometimes the middle road,
Sometimes swinging between extremes,
But always balanced.

I can seem far away from you.
Speaking through a filter.
I'm not, I don't know why this is.
Perhaps because I feel so deeply,
I try too hard to protect myself.
I'm speaking through my armor.
If I know you long enough,
My shields will go away.
I will let you into my world.
I wish I could let people in more easily.
Those I do let in I lavish with my love.