22

I got married 22 years ago. It seems like 22 days but as I look back, I can't believe how much has happened in those 22 years. I am happier and more in love with each day. I smile when I think of my sweetie. She fills me with such joy and contentment. Hard to believe she has put up with me this long. I don't know how she has done it. Her place in the heavens is secure. Life is going well. Work is going well. There are a couple of things that concern me but they will work out for our good. We went and delivered plants to the single sisters last night. I think we did some good. It was fun to visit them. Some were home, some we just left on their doorstep. It was good. I love being involved in my calling. It feels good to do that. I kind of feel like the people did in the Book of Mormon when things were going well. All they would write is like, "and the thirty and third year passed away in peace and there were no contentions in the land" and that is how I feel. Sure there are challenges and frustrations but they are so insignificant in the eternal scheme of things that there truly is peace in my life. I am not sure if I provide that same peace to those I love, I know I can be "challenging" at times but all in all, life is wonderful and today I love the number 22!