It's been an interesting weekend. And not necessarily the kind of interesting that I would like to remember. A little bit of good mixed in with a lot of not-good. I don't know how else to describe it. I was commenting to a friend the extent of my weekend and she replied "And here you are, smiling inspite of it all." And it struck me. It was actually true. There was a lot about the weekend that really didn't invoke smiling out of me. But here I was, smiling at church and genuinely happy to be there. Some days I think that I'm still a kid, learning and growing and trying to figure out how to be an adult. And then there are days like today, when I realize that I am one step closer. (Baby step, really.) And there it is. Plain and simple. I have a lot in life to be grateful for: a family that loves me and tolerates my cooking and cleaning, a husband that lets me do almost whatever I want whenever I want (with a little bit of reminder that I do have to come home eventually), friends that either "get me" or atleast put up with me, the gospel in its truths with members striving for the same thing, a calling that may actually turn out to be really good for me (aren't they all?) and loads of other things. It's amazing those moments that we choose to look at for the lesson in the positive or negative. And, I'm trying a little harder to find the positive.