So obviously, I made myself a cake. (Even though I’m not a huge cake fan…BUT, I love the decorating part.) It’s the White Chocolate Cranberry Cake by CakeByCourtney and it WAS delicious. I’ve pretty much just made those boxed cake mixes that you get from the store, but I saw this cake online and decided that I was going to make a ‘big girl cake’. I think it turned out pretty good. Especially since I used a microwave plate as the turn-table, and a palate brush to get the frosting on. (We’re all here just trying our best…haha. And don’t worry, both were clean ;))

But, back to the birthday stuff. 20 years old. That’s crazy. I remember just wanting to be a whole 8 years old so I could get my ears pierced. I remember then being 8, and wanting to be 12 so I could start a babysitters club (like the books. I loved those books.). I remember just wanting to be 16 so I could drive, date, and go to dances. Then it all kind of stopped, and I wasn’t as excited about turning 18…or 19…because that meant I had to “be a grownup and pay bills and stuff”.

I’ve learned a lot over the years, and honestly some things you just have to learn over time. I’m starting to realize that I just need to enjoy where I am at whatever age I am etc. Because life goes pretty fast. I’ve been back from Rome for a couple weeks now, and T just got home from college yesterday night. As a family, we had scripture study by our 12 foot Florida Pine (that has more of a resemblance to a bush than a regular Christmas tree), and we had all of us there. We sang, “Joy To the World” and read a Christmas story. And we were ALL there. For the first time since July (4+ months), we had our entire family together. And I love it. TRULY, family + the Gospel of Jesus Christ are everything to me. I came to the realization that this very possibly could be our last Christmas together. And it hurts my heart. I’m a family person, and I don’t like thinking about “lasts” and the “ends” of things. But one thing I do know, is that no matter what happens, we’re a forever family. And there’s no end to that.


Kaylee Jo

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