*sigh* It's Sunday morning. No cinnamon rolls. I miss that. It was always the highlight of conference: warm cinnamon rolls, drenched in frosting. *sigh* it's been 3 conferences since I last had cinnamon rolls. While that's not a huge thing to most of you, it is to me.
Mommade. Kinda like homemade, but made by my mom. I miss having her in the kitchen, cooking food. Everything she made was delicious. And I'm struggling to emmulate her meals at school. I miss coming home from school and having a new pair of shoes mom bought for me 'cause she couldn't wear them herself. I miss having things to wear that I can say with pride: my mom made it. Who am I kidding? I miss my mom.
That's what I love about conference. It speaks to my soul. It gives me comfort. It gives me a boost through the next 6 months. It's a reminder that there is a God, and He knows who I am. He knows all about me. He knows what I need to hear. It's a reminder for me to try a little harder to be a little better. it's not easy, but it's not meant to be easy.
One of the many things I love about conference is whenever President Monson speaks. He has a great sense of humor that I just adore. Whenever he recalls and experience, he gets into it, like he's reliving the experience. And it's so great to watch. But what's truly amazing is the convicition he has. Whenever you hear him speak, you know he believes every word he says. There is no getting him to deny what he knows.
Janessa! My family tradition is cinnamon rolls for conference too!!! You should've come to my apartment! I have not yet missed making orange rolls (we make both, and my favorite are the orange rolls) granted they are from the pop-open packaging, but still! You should come share them with me in April! (Although I usually make them Saturday mornings.)
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