Today is my 5th birthday.
Not “birth” birthday, of course–I’m 23, not 5.
No, five years ago today I left the old Kayla behind and became someone different. Someone trying to be a little better.
I became a Latter-day-Saint.
A few weeks leading up to today I told my husband we should have cake to celebrate (kind of a silly tradition). He made cookies instead–and I sure don’t mind since sugar is sugar *and his cookies rock*. I also spent some time flipping though my old journal, remembering entries I wrote while I was being taught by my missionaries and looking over pictures from the day I was baptized alongside my family.
And now that I’m settled down from a sugar rush that I managed to get before lunchtime and my husband is off running an errand, I got the desire to write to you–the 18, 19, 20-something-year-old young…