I delight in love.

I'm so grateful for the capacity to love.

I believe that certain opportunities are given us to increase our capacity to love. I was given many special opportunities this past semester.

Today I had to say goodbye. I've never been a fan of good-byes. I try to make them like a band-aid. Rip them off and run. But inside it always hurts for a while.

Today I finished my time working as a clinician at the University of Utah Speech-Language and Hearing Clinic. I've been there 3 semesters now (4 if you count my apprenticeship) and I have enjoyed every minute of it. Every minute (well sans the paperwork).

And so, I'm grateful for the ability to love. I'm grateful to love what I do. I'm grateful to love the clients I've been able to work with. They've changed my life.

I delight in a Christin-ism.

"Sis, I put our dogs in a kennel. I say, "Ruby kennel Ruby." "Ruby say, I think not." "Run away." "Leash, I say, Ruby come, come Ruby." "I trick our dog, leash. Kennel."

"Our dog need puppy school Sis."

I delight in "no worries."

because dogs never have worries

Lately, I have been S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D.

No surprise right?

It is the end of the semester.

My delight today is rooted in someone sending a reply to a very important e-mail and in the closing line saying, "no worries."

These seemingly insignifiant words might seem worthless to you, and they usually do to me too because they're usually a lie.

"Yeah no worries," they say but really they mean..."Its only 1/2 your grade."

or

"Don't worry about it," says the friend whom you've had to cancel on for various but legitimate reasons for the second time but they really mean,"I'm really disappointed you're canceling on me AGAIN."

But this time, even though it was something big and important, the "no worries" seemed sincere and I didn't feel worried. I did not feel worried.

And it was nice for a change.

And so, my goal because of this realization is: When I say, "No worries" to someone, I need to mean it so that the person I'm saying it to can feel a sense of relief. True relief. Its nice.

I delight on a night at temple square.

This is not a picture of this year...we don't have snow like this yet!

Going to temple square every year isn't a tradition for me. However, I'm 2 years strong.

To me, few things epitomize the Spirit of the Christmas season than the feeling at temple square. I delight in temple square whenever I'm there, but Christmas is particularly meaningful. If you can, go. If you need someone to go with you, I'll go. My wardies might agree I am a great and commanding tour guide, but maybe it goes to my head. :)

I delight in the cousins party.

Christin waiting for the guests to arrive.

My entire life, I've heard about "the cousin's party."

On the first Saturday of December, my Mom and her cousins all get together. It is not a fancy ordeal, it is completely about the company. They eat dinner, laugh, talk, catch up, and best of all, they play bingo for white elephant gifts.

All of my cousins and I have always known that we were not invited to the night our parents seemed to talk about and look forward to so much. A few years ago (or more than a few now), Craig and Christin became regulars at the cousin's party. And because I was home tonight...I got to meet my Mom's cousins, some of whom I'm not sure I remember ever meeting before. They're all delightful people. I'm proud to call them family.

While the cousins party is not a tradition I participate in regularly, I would say a 45-year tradition, stands in the forefront of my mind of the way traditions should be. This one is centered on family, love, and making both a priority. Some cousins flew in just for the occasion.

I'm grateful to be a part of such a strong heritage of making family a priority through quality traditions.

I delight in a new tradition.

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In my last post, I mentioned I was going to start sharing Christmas traditions with you.

Today I started a new tradition for my family. In case you don't know this already, I have the best family ever.

One of the amazing characteristics of the best sibilings ever is their ability to have a constant child-like ability to believe in all things good and hopeful. And as such, as any good girl and any good boy knows, it is the season for Santa to send his elves out to check on all the children of the world.

This year a real elf showed up. His name is yet to be determined but he's already on the loose in our house. That's right, he's watching all the good kind deeds done by those who live under this roof, but he also has his eye out for those 'not so nice' things that may happen including but not limited to:

• looking at Christmas presents before Christmas
• saying not nice words
• pretending not to hear the words of other family members

Needless to say, the elf has his work cut out for himself this year.

***If you have not seen this book, check it out asap. Google it. Search it on pinterest. And whatever you do, start this quality and wholesome tradition straight away.

I delight in December 2011.

This is not a picture from today. Today it was windy x 4 but no snow.

I delight in ringing in a new month, the last month of the year of death (that's what my friend Mary and I termed the year 2011 due to 3 semesters of grad school).

I'm grateful to ring in not only a great month, but a great special and spiritual season. The time that the world rejoices, remembers, and celebrates the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

December is a very traditional month for me. There are decorations I place (but not this year, see previous post), places I go, things I eat and drink, books I read, songs I listen to and people I get to see that I don't do any other time of the year.

Last year however, I decided something needed to be different in the future. Throughout the season I was repeatedly asked in essence, "What are you giving to Jesus?" At first I was taken aback by the question, but upon thinking about it, I re-examined my commitment to coming to Christ and my commitment to change and progress.

I decided it would be fun to add a little "S.A.S." to December this year. I don't want to ruin it though by telling you what my acronym stands for but it is going to be great.

I'm curious about what other peoples traditions are. What places do you visit? What are the books you read? Things you eat? Songs you listen to? I'm going to make sure I share some of mine with you this month as I delight in each one of them.

On the first day of December my true love (who?) gave to me...1 final report, one study guide and soaps x3. I'm sure the other days of Christmas have more promising things in mind. I'm just certain of it.