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Throwback Thursday

Today I miss my mommy a lot, so here's a picture of us way back when. I was the coolest cat around thanks to her. 

Throwback Thursday

I currently do not want to be writing an Accounting paper, so I'm doing this instead. I've decided to have some Thursdays dedicated to stories from my childhood and younger years since my life is legitimately hilarious (plus you can get to know me a little bit better). 

The story I want to start off with is probably my favorite story to tell. Seriously. I'm pretty sure I'll tell it to strangers on a bus if I get the chance. It took place in November of 1995, two months after my brother's birth and just a little after Halloween. I was only three. 

My mom was in the midst of bathing and caring for Mitchell and I was in the midst of jumping up and down around her asking for 'just one piece of candy'. It was an ingenious tactic, really, because after about 10 minutes of relentless nagging, she gave in. I made like Wonder Bread truck and hauled buns.

Then there was silence. It was the kind of silence that ebbs in ever so slowly, but then settles heavily across the house. It was the kind of silence that gives you away. She knew what was up. She had always known, from the moment I started nagging. She quietly finished dressing my brother and set him down for his name before venturing out into the house to find me.

When she did, I was standing infront of our living room window singing and dancing- a dead giveaway. 

"Bailey."

I flipped around so fast the Road Runner wouldn't have been able to keep up with me. She beckoned me towards her with her pointer finger and I shuffled across the living room floor in obedience. I came to a stop in front of her with both of my hands behind my back and head hung low in defeat. 

"Let me see you hands."

I held out one hand to reveal a single piece of candy. Maybe, just maybe she would forget about my other hand. 

"And you other hand."

Foiled, I showed her my other two pieces of candy. Thinking she was going to teach me a lesson, my mother said:

"I thought I told you that you could only have one piece of candy?"

As if straight out of a sitcom, without missing a beat I replied,

"But Mommy, when I eat these two pieces of candy, I will only have this one piece of candy."

Much hasn't changed since then. My mom said she immediately went and asked the Lord for help raising me. Figures, since I was probably the most difficult of the three of us to raise. 

That's all for this throwback. I'll leave ya'll with probably the cutest picture that will ever grace your sight:

That's me at Halloween a few years back.

And I'm a Mormon!

If you know me, without a doubt you know that I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (a.k.a Mormon). You know that I am a practicing and faithful member who attends church every Sunday and who strives to live my life in a manner that is pleasing to my Father in Heaven and my Savior, Jesus Christ. But, what some of you may not know is why I believe, or what exactly is it that I do believe!

While I have done my best to explain it over the years, I am still learning and growing in my knowledge of the gospel. For that reason, I lead you here, to a site specifically created and designed for those who are looking for answers or for those who are simply curious about what it is we believe! 

I love my religion and my Savior with all of my heart and I am so happy that I have the opportunity to share with ya'll my testimony. I am so eternally grateful for the amount of mercy, kindness and unending love that I am bless with each day. 

I hope you take the time to explore the site a little bit, if only for the purpose of getting to know me a little better! This really is the center of my life, and I hope that ya'll are able to see that.

Much love,

Bailey

Click Here.

I can't.... stop... laughing....