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Last Day with my Kiddos
Today was the last day of school.  It's a very bittersweet ending.  I'm ready for the school year to be over, ready for the break, but my heart breaks at the thought that I might never see my students that I've grown to love.  They would make my days better, everyday.  My job as an aide solidified what I want to be when I grow up.  I've loved this job, even the hard days.


Mission Papers Day 1
I was supposed to start my mission papers Sunday, but I extended my stay in Neola to be with my family just a little bit longer. Then I was going to start Wednesday, but the Bishop said let's go for Thursday.  Thursday, the Bishop went on a date with his wife (I very acceptable excuse).  So, we started them today. I called at 1.  The system was having problems, so I waited until he returned my call around 2:30.

I'm so excited to start them! I can't wait to turn them in---BYU friends or Utah friends, I'm hoping to have them in near the end of August.  I wanted wait until you'd all be back for fall, in case you wanted to be there when I open the big white envelope.



A Haircut Elder Kirkham Would Appreciate 

Please disregard my lack of make-up and dirty mirror. 

Matthew always insisted I looked best with straight across bangs, however I beg to disagree. When I allowed him to cut my hair, he'd always give me straight across bangs. Arianne did my hair today.  And no, I didn't get straight across bangs but something really close.  I know that if he were here he would come up to me and tossel my bangs to make them go straight across and then I'd swipe them to the side as soon as he'd walk away.  He was always doing my hair.  He would straighten it all the time, especially if I left it to go into its natural wave.  He even did my hair for one of the On Campus Housing dances.  I know that sounds strange if you don't know Matthew, but that's just Matthew and that's the kind of relationship we had.  He picked out my clothes, went shopping with me, and did my hair among many other things.

Oh, how I miss that boy.