I guess things are not always perfect.

But who would even want that anyway?

The beauty in life is being able to accept peoples’ imperfections because that’s what makes them who they are. I’m lucky and grateful for all those people who accept me despite all the many mistakes I have made throughout my life. It’s easy to accept flaws in people that we don’t deal with on a regular basis.

I haven’t spoken to my sister in 8 years. Count them. 8. Do the math. I was 12 years old when she told me she didn’t want to talk to me ever again. It would be way easy to be mad at her for being so unreasonable. But I haven’t seen her in 8 years. What would the point of that be? So, I accept her because of the things about her that I don’t understand.

I see Jared everyday. And I get frustrated with him on a regular basis. Why do I spend so much time being frustrated with the people I deal with all the time, while I excuse the more frustrating acts of the people who I don’t have contact with? It’s silly, isn’t it?

I guess my goal for today is to forgive and forget the mistakes of the people I see everyday.

Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without.  ~Confucius



Yesterday, I called the Temple and scheduled our sealing date.

Saturday, December 18, 2010 10:30 AM.

In the Temple.

With the celestial marriage.

And it seems surreal. So much of my life I felt as though I would never be able to go to the Temple. And it hasn’t been the easiest path. But with Jared next to me, I feel like I can do just about anything. It’s exciting to think that just in a few months, I’ll finally get to see him across the alter. But it’s also scary. It’s a whole new world. I sure hope things go according to plan so that our transition may be a smooth one.

I went to a friend’s reception last night. He was beaming. I was so happy for him and his new bride, that I almost cried. Oh, Amber, the cry baby strikes again. I just can’t wait until that’s me and Jared. That day will be brilliantly amazing.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path.
Kahlil Gibra


To write after such a crazy experience is humbling. To have it be the first entry in my new blog is hopefully not foreshadowing at all.

The family was sitting here as we heard the sounds of sirens coming awfully close. After double checking to make sure none of us were dying, we traveled around the house to see what was wrong. It wasn’t until I turned to go back inside that I saw the huge flames coming out of the attic of the house behind us. I immediately ran inside, said something inaudible to my parents, and ran to the back yard. I had never seen anything quite as shocking as a house so near to mine in flames. We immediately starting packing important belongings, just in case it spread to our yard.

I went to my room. I grabbed my scriptures, my journal, my favorite copy of Alice in Wonderland and a music box with a ballerina on it that my dad gave me the last Christmas he was alive. I grabbed my purse with all of my ID’s and keys, my viola, and my wedding dress. In came the lap top, the charger, and the cell phone.

When all was said and done, the fire out, the firemen cleaning up the mess, I took a look at all of my belongings. What a strange array of seemingly random items, but they were things that were important to me. I wouldn’t have been able to survive off of them, but I would’ve been happy that I kept them. But it wasn’t until after the ordeal ended that my family just seemed to be magnetically drawn together in a huge hug. I realized that while those items were wonderful, sentimental, and important, what I need is my family and my life. Suddenly, things seem a little less important, and people mean a little more. And prayer is the most important part of it all. I KNOW that it was prayer that kept the wind blowing away from any foliage or other houses. What else could it have been?

I am very blessed. And sometimes, it does take a burning bush for us to realize it.

From little spark may burst a mighty flame.
– Dante Alighieri