I just love a good cry

Home alone on a Saturday evening, and what did I do? I watched what is now decidedly my favorite movie of all time - "It's a Wonderful Life." (See my blog entry last May.) I again cried like a baby throughout the whole end of the movie. I couldn't help myself. Usually when I cry during movies it only happens the first time. After that, I know what's going to happen and it doesn't have the same effect on me. This movie got me again though. I wonder if I'll cry every time I watch it? After spending a good fifteen minutes with tears streaming down my face, I was put in a sentimental and reminiscent mood. So, after returning the movie to the library I decided to take a drive around the campus of BYU-Idaho, just for old time's sake. I continued to cry during the whole drive while seeing places and remembering specific events and people. I think that it was, in a way, therapeutic for me. Here are some of the things I thought about:

• attending special and sacred meetings in the Hart
  
• sleeping over at Davenport with Bekah
• Royal Crest 113 - I even drove through the parking lot. It seems like eons ago when I lived there and experienced so much growth.
• playing on an ultimate frisbee team "We Believe!"
• watching soccer games
• getting sent home by a cop because I was sitting in a car with a boy up in the Stake Center parking lot late at night (I don't think I've ever shared that with anyone, I was simply mortified!)
• attending the Rexburg Temple open house
  
• Kensington 102 - all two years' worth of memories
• Sam's trampoline
• washing cars with Mandy
• attending my first college dance out on the playing fields with mustard-breath because I had just eaten a turkey sandwich (A guy offered me a piece of gum and I took the hint . . . and the gum.)
  

Who is that 18-year-old girl who started college here 4+ years ago anyway? So much has changed since then and I have experienced so much growth I can't even begin to write about it all. During my drive I also thought about people whom I have hurt along the way. If they are reading this I would like to once again apologize, you know who you are. I can only hope that overall I have done more good than damage. I wish to tell my friends of my love for them. As the angel Clarence said in the movie, "Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends." I may at the moment be penniless, unemployed, and nowhere near my deepest dream and desire of becoming a wife and mother, but I have friends and a bright hope for the future. I know that good things are coming, I just know it!