Switzerland.

Is where I would like to be right now.

There is this guy... haha, I love stories that begin like that but unfortunately, mine is going to begin like that and I am not ashamed. In September I will hit my four year mark of being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and up until this point in my life, as wonderful as people have been that I have met, there has always been something missing, either they weren't a member (minor detail hah jk) or they had traits that I would simply just learn to live with, or I would justify things about their personality or background.

He is great, he is wonderful, he has so many amazing qualities and there are countless times in the day where I just wish we were on the same time zone, in the same place.

He will be here in August, which seems forever away but until then, I am grateful that we get to continue getting to know each other without all the sometimes misleading physical factors.

Pregnant.

Is not what I am, but because of my best friend, has been something that has been on my mind heavily for the past year.  My best friend has been trying to conceive a baby for quite some time and my heart goes out to her and her husband.  One thing I have learned throughout this trying time is how much goes in to becoming a parent and how often people take it lightly or take it for granted.  I have no clue what will happen when I try to conceive but I do know that I have learned a lot from Cait.  Watching her dedication and faith, time after time as well as the sacrifices both her and her husband are making to bring a child in to the world, has given me so much respect and gratitude for motherhood and of course my dear friends.

It saddens me that people who do not deserve to have a child, or do not want to have a child, because after all, I am no judge to say that someone does not deserve a child, but those that could care less, get pregnant and those that desperately want to raise a child, are not given that opportunity.

I listen to mothers complain about being pregnant, or about things post birth and then I watch my friend state how grateful she would be to be carrying a child, regardless of the inconveniences most would grunt or moan about. I suppose this post is more about complaining, and realizing what we have to be grateful for. So many of the things that come easily or naturally to us, are things that others fight or wish for and never receive.