the PERFECT chocolate chip cookie

For the past week... I have been depriving myself of good food, and by good food I mean cake, cookies, cupcakes..... all of the delicious fattening delights that surround us daily.. everywhere we go. It seems everywhere I turn, I'm faced with love. Meaning sweet, mouthwatering, deserts. I've been going strong on this health kick for about a week and a half now. I know what your thinking... a week and a half? pathetic.... but it turns out trying to make the PERFECT chocolate chip cookie 7 days a week, doesn't give you very much energy, and when your a college student, you thrive on every ounce of energy available. The PERFECT chocolate chip cookie takes meticulous planning and serious strategy... A strategy that I won't be attempting for a while. Okay fine. Until Easter. Then I will indulge myself into all of the colorful cadbury eggs, starburst jellybeans, and hollow chocolate bunnies in my sight. After everyone is passed out from outrageous amounts of food and laughter, I will then, with my mommas help, make the PERFECT chocolate chip cookie. And these of course....

Millions of them... like literally enough to fill an entire elementary school. I think that will suffice... Bless Christy's heart for listening to me complain 21/7 about the torture I'm purposely putting myself through to avoid the freshman 15...or 10... better yet, 5.

I just want Easter to come already, so I can run around in bright clothes with my siblings, screaming, singing and reminiscing about all the blessings that we've had in this past year.
I love holidays. I love yellow. The sun is yellow, and it shines on Easter. Can't wait. So as far as today goes...... the perfect chocolate chip cookies is just gonna have to wait!

'shining sunday'

Sundays are my favorite. Ever. They are the best days of the week. I love my ward. Some of the greatest people I've ever met live in the village, and the best part is, I get to see all of their smiling faces on Sunday mornings at church. There isn't a Sunday that I don't want to be up at 8 AM getting ready, listening to the 'shining sunday' playlist and counting my blessings. Every Sunday I fall in love all over again with every aspect of the happiness that comes along with feeling the spirit. It's been 9 months now since I've been baptized. That's a long time.

I'm excited.

Every Sunday after wrapping up breakfast parties after church (somehow we all manage to eat around the counter.. with three stools...... and six girls), we indulge ourselves in four hour naps. Literally. Then we wake up and have another feast with enough food to feed Florida. Everybody laughs and it usually turns into something like a middle school dance party... meaning 8 people dancing and spinning in the kitchen... but I could have possibly been the only middle schooler who did that. We eat enough calories for 3 people each, and its perfectly fine, because its Sunday and we're all about food. I'm all about battling obesity these days. It's really the only logical way to live... But in all honesty every Sunday just ends up perfect.. and I don't think I could survive ending long, stressful college weeks any other way.

I'm grateful I get to see this girl in 10 days! Can't wait! I secretly jump up and down every night thinking about it.