He Is The Sweetest

 

I watched conference with Brady this year, SO happy. Our first General Conference since he's been home. We snuggled on the bean bag, and I retweeted every quote I could possibly imagine while paying attention. During our break, we looked through our engagement pictures to choose which ones to edit. I really can't wait to show everyone. Our photographer is incredible. I loved every single shot that she got... Brady is soooooo good looking, I just can't even get over it.

 

While I was looking through them with my mom, we came to one picture, and she said, "Can you just believe that you found him?" And of course, I said yes, but it really got me thinking how blessed I am to have Brady. He couldn't have come into my life at a more perfect moment. He couldn't be a more perfect person. I truly know Heavenly Father has blessed us with each other, to love each other and to help each other along this journey. I cannot imagine my life without Brady.

Oh man, I could go on, but I'll save it for my journal :)

Later that night we had dinner at my house with my family, and played a game of Settlers of Catan. We really love that game, its not as intense with my siblings as it is with Brady's, but it's still a fun game! The night was coming to an end, and I was getting really sad. I get really upset easily over the fact that Sunday night and Monday come way too fast, too soon. Working full-time, in a new position has been taking it's toll on me, but it's also been teaching me a lot. I really hate leaving Brady each night, it's getting so much harder the closer we're getting to our wedding day (77 days!!). I just snuggled him as tightly as I could before it was time to go to bed, and I started to express my concerns for the things I would have to face at work this coming week and how I was struggling with knowing what to do.

Poor Brady, always watching me cry over the silliest things. He didn't really have many words to say, which was fine, but he just hugged me and then asked if I had prayed about it. I told him, in complete honesty and a little bit of shame, no I had not. We got discussing about praying about things, and how I hoped that prayer could really help me. He shared a wonderful experience about prayer while on his mission and then suggested we read the scriptures and then said, how about we read a talk instead, and then he said, actually, read this before you go to bed, lets watch a Mormon message instead. We chose to watch My New Life, a story about Stephanie Nielson. It's a beautiful video, and I cried towards the end of it. She has so much faith and love for herself and this gospel.

When it ended, I looked up at Brady to find tears in his eyes as well. He is so darn cute when he cries. I mean, I don't like crying, but I love when Brady cries, because I see a side of him that I don't always get to see.... his emotional side. It touches my heart when he cries/gets emotional. I feel even closer to him each and every time. He just kissed me and hugged me tightly, and then tried to frantically wipe away the tears. We just sat there, and I asked him why he cried and he said, "It just reminds me of my mission." I hugged him once more, and he said, "Pray about it babe. Prayer works. That's my testimony." and I kissed him. I cried some more, feeling so overwhelmed by both my own feelings of stress, anger, and fear..... but even more overwhelmed with how quickly the Spirit surrounded the both of us.

I could truly feel, for the first time in a long time, the arms of my Savior around me, and around Brady and I together. It's a moment I will always cherish, and one that I made sure I wrote down. We said our goodbyes and I went straight to my room and just cried. I prayed and I cried. I hadn't prayed like that in a while. I wasn't really sure what to say, but when I was done praying, I realized that I didn't just pray for help to be happier, I truly prayed for help with certain things in my life, that mattered.

I'm very grateful for Brady and his influence on me. I'm very VERY grateful that he chose to serve a mission, when at the time, neither of us wanted him to. I'm grateful that he told me to pray, that he believed if I prayed, I would receive help. I'm grateful to have shared the Spirit with my sweetheart. After he left, I sent him a text and said thank you. He responded, "It wasn't me, that was the Spirit." And I cried some more.

The Lord works in mysterious ways, and was definitely listening to the silent prayers of my heart. I love Brady so much. I'm so very happy that we have both lived our lives in such a way, that we get to enter the Holy House of the Lord, and make covenants to each other so sacred, so amazing. I'm so grateful to my Father in Heaven that it is possible to be with Brady forever. That I don't have to go a day without him, and if I ever do.... it won't be long before we would be reunited again.

What a wonderful way to end my weekend.