I know that I promised you a letter two weeks ago but better late than never and I promise to write once a week again.
It snowed this morning and looking out my bedroom window I can see the Oqquirh Mountain Temple. It's beauty next to the purity of the white snow brings an undescribable happiness to my heart. This time last year I felt shattered. Mom and Dad's divorce was something I thought my heart and my brain could never recover from. Multiple questions would seize the calm that is supposed to be present in the early morning hours of everyday. I could not sleep and I could rarely escape a night without crying myself to sleep. Eating without nausea, from being pregnant and also from anxiety,was hard to come by. But looking back a year and some months after the divorce I find that I can still breathe. Healing accompanied with forgiveness has taken the place of anger and bitterness and now instead of crying tears of pain, I cry tears of joy. This christmas was probably the best I can ever remember. So much laughter and love filled the company of the homes we visited. I love my mother so much and I am so glad that she has found happiness in my step dad and his children, all of whom I love like we have always been from the same blood. I have two more sisters, a brother, three cats and a dog. Ha ha I love the Williams clan more than I can say and I love them even more for welcoming my family into their legacy. My father is the hero I grew up idolizing as a little girl. Watching him cling with everything to Christ and his atonement to overcome pain and trials has been testimony changing to me. My sweet dad truly is the greatest man I have ever known and I am so grateful for the goofy personality that I get to hear from everyday on the phone. His phone calls truly make my week. Jenna said this morning that she gets to begin her paperwork March 1. I can't beleive that my little sister is going to serve in the mission field of the church. She is amazing and has made a 180 in her life. I admire her strength so much.
So pretty much all is well in my world. Aaron is the sunshine that I wake every morning for and my little girls are the loud screams that wake me up. My life is such a beautiful jumble of perfection and I am so grateful for the Lord and his tender mercies.
I love you grandma and hope to see you soon.
Love, Your Rotten Rach
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