My memories.

Ah, tonight was a wonderful night!  Joseph and I watched the documentary on President Thomas S. Monson (President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints) which was so inspiring!  It really makes me want to be more involved in doing service for others.  He's done so much to serve everyone around him and it makes me feel like I've done nothing!  Even when I know that's not true.  I think it's a very good goal to try to be more like him though.  Very selfless with all that he does.  After the video was over we were sort of just sitting around being bored when Joseph started talking to me a little bit about the fun things they would do on his mission, one of them being "a Tim-Tam Slam."  For those of you who are unfamiliar with a Tim-Tam Slam, I'll inform you, apparently it's the "best."  You make hot chocolate (why they even drank hot chocolate in the blistering heat of Taiwan is crazy to me, but whatever) and set the cup on the floor, they would then take a Tim-Tam (a little chocolate square with some nuget inside) bite off the two opposite corners and drink as quickly as they could the hot chocolate through the straw they made with the Tim-Tam.  All this while laying on your stomach on the floor.  I can only suppose they did that because you felt like barfing afterward and could easily lay down and die a little.  Once he told me this story it became perfectly clear what we needed to do next.  Go buy some Tim-Tams and slam them like they've never been slammed before.  Alas, we couldn't find them.  So we came home and had some hot chocolate anyway.

  

Now I could pretend this is a photograph of my own creation... actually, yes, that's what I'll do.  I MADE THIS.  Doesn't it look wonderful?  I love hot chocolate.  Tonight, while drinking the scalding hot liquid as fast as I could (as it is apparently tradition to burn every inch of my mouth when I have the opportunity) I was reminded of the wonderful days of my youth.  The days where I had no cares.  When I would go and sled outside for hours not realizing I was starving, dead tired and half frozen. I would stand on the porch while my mom (pretty violently) broomed me off to avoid getting snow in the house.  And I would sit in my clean dry clothes slowly defrosting and drink some hot chocolate, burning my tongue, but completely at peace.