Four Months Post-op

Hi! :) Updates:

Knee recovery: August 27th marks my four months and the day when I can start jogging! Which seems sad on some level. I did easy Pilates this morning which was so nice. Two months will mark my six months and then I can play sports, run, jump, and Go On My Mission!

Mission: My papers have been found!! (FINALLY!) and I have my interview with the bishop on Wednesday! So happy that my papers were found so I can get them sent in.

My summer has been pretty lame but nice too. I've been trying to be optimistic about the time it's taken for all my mission stuff to work out. This is my last real summer for awhile and I should enjoy the rest. It's been fun hanging out and helping Hannah. She goes back to school this Thursday and she is super glad to get back. Rachel is moving out this week! First time moving out and it's going to be great! Sad little side note, she will be taking my laptop with her (!) but s'all good.

I've been frustrated lately with a lot of things and I've come to realize Satan is working hard. Poor guy. He's going to have to keep working hard because my plans aren't changing buster! I do need a little break though so after my interview with the Stake President (don't know when yet) and my papers get sent in, I'm going to go down to Salt Lake for a few weeks and see my family! Rachel will be moved out and Hannah and Aaron will be back in school. Poor Aunt K, she's not going to know what to do with herself!!

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