So, I dislike several things about being female, but one I dislike the most is how unpredictably emotional I can become. Lame.
Moving on. Despite the inconvenience of this fact, it has also been a blessing. "How" you may ask, "you look like an idiot with tears streaming down your face, and smeared mascara and foundation in its wake." Being a detail-oriented person, maybe even anal retentive (yes, I know what that means--I have paid for several psychology classes) I tend to get bogged down in the small things of the day. For example, all last week I was sick to my stomach, not because I was ridiculously busy, but because I wasn't able to wash my dishes for three days straight. Pathetic, I know.
Right, I was explaining the blessing part of this. So, because I get so caught up in the stupid things, becoming emotional makes me think about the big picture. Like my friend who's about to pop (shout out to you Britany!) I am reminded of all the life lessons I learned throughout my pregnancy with Evie. And those lessons have served to strengthen my testimony and faith in Heavenly Father and the Plan of Salvation. Or just now when I read my old roommate's rant on under-appreciated veterans (that's you, Jen). I totally agree. And being emotional makes me all the more grateful for the freedoms we have and that I was saved for such a time as this. I don't think I would have survived during any other period of history :-)
Anywho, as you may have guessed, I am emotional at the moment. And I needed an outlet that didn't consist of making Brandon panic about having done something wrong--because he didn't. And there I go again...I have such a great husband. I really do. (River of tears. Brooke signs off.)