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For Better or For Worse

No...sadly this isn't a post to announce a wedding...but the title seemed oddly fitting. As I drove to work yesterday morning, I paused in my usual morning routine of rushing past slow drivers and actually took a moment to enjoy the view. The snow-covered mountains were breathtaking with the early morning sun glinting off of their craggy ridges. As I looked at those beautiful mountains, a sense of peace and calm came over me. With emotion usually foreign to that time of morning, I thought to myself, "This is it. This is my home. This is where I belong."

Living in Utah has it's down sides - slow drivers, endless road construction, crappy pay checks, brutal winters, snow in July and only two good months of summer. But it also holds unparalleled beauty - the majestic snow-capped mountains, the red rock of southern Utah, soon-to-be 13 operating temples, the family I love so dearly, so many of the friends who have helped define me and better me throughout the years, the new friends waiting to be discovered, the grand adventures I've had, the new adventures waiting around the corner. So, Utah, I'll take your schizophrenic weather patterns and orange barrel state flowers - and I'll stick it out (for now), for better or for worse, because underneath all that blasted snow - there really is something worth investing in.

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Baby Sister said…
Oh you love that blasted snow and you know it. :)

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