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Let it be known to all that November 17th is currently the set date in which Steven and I will be endowed and sealed for time and all eternity! I'm super excited though there are uneasiness with learning more about what is ahead of me and the commitment I will be making. I'd say 95% of me cannot wait for the 17th to be here while the other 5% wonders if it'll be too overwhelming. I doubt it will be in the sense that with my enthusiasm and trust in God that I'll be able to handle whatever comes my way.

Once more I've slacked on writing. Other than temple preparations, not a whole lot has happened. I've gotten sick just this weekend, endured a draining week with one child who is very fussy (the last day with me feeling quite sick) and got my pirate costume prepared. The weather has been dreary and with a busy life, I feel I've been missing out on friend and me time. I suppose me time isn't so important and I ought not be use to having a lot especially when kids start coming, but boy do I miss working early and getting home around 4 versus 6pm.

I've also been working on another mural at my mother's clinic. I just have 3 more things to paint; 2 dogs and a squirrel. Then I'll be on to the final mural which will take a long time because I plan to paint one animal at a time in a giant collage that will hopefully take up the majority of the front wall, but I hope for it to be much more simple that with each visit I can just take a moment to paint a small piece to the collage versus giant images that are very much out of my size range when it comes to doing any art.

Thanks for reading! I hope to be starting a new story that may or may not be as regular as my weekly updates. So if you find yourself bored and looking to critic literature, well you can always check out what I've been writing lately (which hasn't been much). Currently Slumber is 50% done and the one to be coming... well the name is still getting tossed around, but it will be a new tab of it's own once ready for reading.

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P.S. The poems are off limits to critiques because I feel they are an expression of self and I am not usually using structure when writing poems.