I was once faced with two very good, noble decisions: to serve, live among, love, and share my beliefs with the beautiful people of Portugal for 18 months, or stay home to marry Ryan. I was torn and wanted both. BUT, 18 months is a long time to allow "things" to change. All the what-ifs that clouded my mind caused me to spend days sulking in my bed. I knew what my parents wanted me to do, butbutbutbut. My mom walked into my room on one of these days and sat on my bed. "Katy, get up and figure out what you're going to do. You know our wishes, but this is your decision, so go talk to the bishop and get advice from someone who isn't so involved." So, I did. I tell Ryan he owes me a mission. He says as soon as we can get these kids out of the house.
My mother is strong without being forceful. She is solid without being harsh. She is productive without being pushy. She is inspirational while being respectful. I've learned strength from her example. She's the kind of mom who wears the jewelry you make her, whether you're 3 or 31. This morning I called her and we talked for 1 hour and 23 minutes. Knowing me and my resistance to chat on the phone, this is saying something. Happy Birthday, mom. Love you.