Assured

A few years ago I had an experience on a blind date that came back as a memory this morning as I was reading the introduction to the Book of Mormon.

Weird, I know.

I was set up on a blind date by a work-friend a few years ago, and it surprisingly was a great set-up...one that I thought was going to last, but it didn't. This may sound cheesy, but when I opened the door and saw him for the first time, I thought for sure--he was the one. I even felt the Spirit tell me it was right...that he was a good man, someone I could and would be with. Throughout the month we dated and my thoughts were even confirmed and I was assured and at ease as I got to know him more. I really felt peace that this date would be one that would last. Once again, I thought for sure--he was the one.

He wasn't.

I've thought and thought about this experience. Why would I feel so strongly about this, for it NOT to happen? I think I've come to the conclusion that maybe I felt that way as a sort of 'premonition' of the future man I will marry...that THAT is how I will feel when he does come.

...wherever he is.

In relation to what I read this morning that sparked this memory of mine, I was reading the part where an angel has appeared to Joseph Smith in his bedroom. He tells Joseph of the place where the plates, etc. are buried, and Joseph says,

"the vision was opened to my mind that I could see the place where the plates were deposited, and that so clearly and distinctly that I knew the place again when I visited it".

I think this is how I will feel...it will be like how I felt that night on the blind date...assured, and at ease...I will feel clearly and distinctly that it is the right thing, and he is the one.

And the date will last.

It matters

What kind of an aunt am I? I've often wondered this, and tried to be better and better...and I've often wondered, "Why does it matter?"

Oh...but it does.

My little nephew Dakota called and asked if he could have a sleepover with me...just him and me. He's seriously adorable and oh-so-cute....I just couldn't resist. So, he's coming over tonight...and, as my sister Joni (Dak's mom) said, "To snuggle and watch a movie".

Adorable.

So I've been thinking how this relates to my joy in the journey...and I've realized that even though I haven't found my prince yet, even though I haven't experienced children of my own, I can love and cherish and help raise my little ones around me...like little Dak, and all my other nieces and nephews.

So it does matter.