I'll have the summer break, please.

Oh wouldn't it be great if I could simply order this at the fast food drive thru?

As previously mentioned, I have been working on choreographing 6 recital pieces for Clytie Adams' summer performance of "Pixie Dust".  I was surprised that coming up with movements and formations for all 6 dances seemed to come quite easily...phew!  However, I am finding myself at a standstill.
2 out of my 6 dances are finished.
4 out of my 6 dances need a choreographed exit...that I can't figure out.
I am so stuck...like an ant stuck in honey...like my cat getting stuck 50 feet up in a tree.  I am out of juice.  No ideas.  Zip.  Zero.  Zilch.
Many have asked me why I don't have them gracefully run off the stage.  This is why:
I am one to believe in a GRAND ENTRANCE, as well as a GRAND EXIT...which means I still have my work cut out for me until I can figure this out.
I am devoting today toward finishing my grand exits, and then I'll order my break.  (which will come in the form of an afternoon nap).


Here's what's up.

A LOT of school & work,
and A LOT of choreography.
Lately I feel like Shane and I don't even get one second to see each other, and I miss him SO SO much.  When he is home, I am gone.  When I am home, he is gone.  And if there is a moment where we are both home together, I am most likely working on my 6 pieces of choreography for this year's recital.

For my journaling, here is a look at our weekly schedule:
MONDAY: Shane works from 7am to 11pm.  I teach from 4pm to 7pm.
TUESDAY:  Shane is at school from 7am to 12pm.  He volunteers to interpret from 12pm to 3pm.  I teach from 4pm to 5pm.  Shane goes back to school from 5:30pm to 8pm.  I teach from 8pm to 9pm.  WOW.
WEDNESDAY: Shane works from 7am to 6pm.  He has mutual from 7pm to 9 pm.  I teach from 5pm to 7pm.
THURSDAY: Refer to Tuesday. Blah.
FRIDAY:  Shane works from 7am to 7pm, I teach from 5pm to 7pm.  Finally, a little time left for each other...except if Shane has a camp out for scouts.  Then I don't see him at all until Saturday night.

Although it feels like my Shane is gone ALL THE TIME, I am extremely grateful for the time he puts into making our future a little more bright.  He NEVER complains about lack of sleep (even though he has to wake up at 5:30 am every day), and whenever I'm desperate, he always seems to be able to offer me the time and attention that I need without seeming preoccupied with everything else he has going on.

I love him...and I love what we have together.  I love knowing that we are building a strong future together, one step at a time.  I love that our patience has been tried, and that our faith has been built.  I love knowing that no matter how hard some days may be, being together always wipes away all of the darkness and all of the hurt.  I love that we have each other.

As Elder Holland put it, "The formula of faith, is HOLD ON."  
We can do that.  
We can hold on to each other.


Here is where it began.

Exactly 5 years ago today, April 1st 2007 (my 19th birthday), my Shane took me to the 1st Sunday session of General Conference.  After the session was over we walked over to take pictures in front of the temple.  We handed our camera over to a young couple, and went to 'pose' for the picture.  As we approached our spot, Shane gently knelt on one knee.  I will never forget the way his eyes shone as he asked to have my hand for eternity.

How blessed I am to have Shane. 
Oh how much I love and adore him!
How grateful I am that we chose on forever.