So, on December 26th, 2012, I married my soulmate and gained a husband. With gaining that husband, I also gained a new family. Most notably some new siblings. A little brother, in fact. He's my husband's twin and he'd been on a mission for only 7 months at that point.
So, I lived a lot of life and grew up quite a bit with my husband while he was out and now he's finally back. It was really exciting for some reason. I was really happy to be able to celebrate and try to make him feel special. You can only do something like that at that age once, so it was kinda special.
Anyway, I'm just happy he's back. I'm happy my husband has someone to hang out with a be a guy with. I'm happy I get another brother because my blood brother is the best. I just love brothers. There is something unique about brothers.
I'm not quite sure what to talk about with him though. Obviously he would feel happy talking about the last two years of his life, but I can't stand missionary stories! I don't know what it is, something wrong with me clearly, but I just can't. But also, there wasn't too much going on with me. Just chronic genetic illnessm marriage, school, and plenty of work and life experience. So...I don't know. I don't want to bore him with my stories.
Aside from all this, I got a new bishop. He's a physician, so that's neat. He says I should be able to get back onto my parents' insurance. That would be awesome. I also told him about my long history of anxiety and he suggested cognitive behavioral therapy. He offered to sign me up for it and go with me to every one of my sessions! It was so...nice. Really nice. And somewhat scary. I don't want to change. I don't think I can. I don't want to try and fail, so I declined help, but he was excited about it, so that may change. I like him so far.
Welp. Today was great.
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