Coloring my Evenings

My Friday night consisted of:

Welch's Sparkling Red Grape juice

She's the Man

and some dan-dandy crayon art.

It was supposed to look like this:

 But it turned out like this:

It was a small trial run.

BUT

I like it. a lot.

I'm going bigger and better next time.

Great Mornings

I believe in Great Mornings.

This made my Saturday morning great.

Wonderfully Pyscho

Sometimes. Getting up at 5:45 in the morning is hard. However, the difference it makes in my scripture study and my day is phenomenal.

Sometimes. Walking to class at 7:40 in the morning is cold and miserable. However, when I wake up and read like I should even that is quite wonderfully wonderful.

My whole perspective changes.

I'm on a beautiful campus where the spirit is always present.

I'm walking with one of my hilarious best friends.

I hear the sweet morning song of the birds and begin gleefully singing aloud the loved primary song:

In the leafy treetops, the birds sing “Good morning.”
They’re first to see the sun.
They must tell ev’ryone.
In the leafy treetops, the birds sing “Good morning.”

My friend looks at me like I'm a psycho.

Maybe I am.

But I'm a happy psycho. :)