Monday, June 9, 2008
Dan and I have been busy. We've been busy since we got married 3 years ago. We've always been commuting great distances. When we lived in Provo Dan had to drive to Salt Lake. When we lived in Lehi, Dan still commuted to the U, while I drove to BYU and Payson for my student teaching. Later we moved to Woods Cross. Dan started working in Bluffdale and I drove to Layton every day. We've never lived and worked in the same cities. We even lived 50 miles apart while we were engaged. We've been working, going to school, moving back and forth along the Wasatch Front, and trying to raise a busy little girl while we're baking twins.
But I hate it. I hate being busy. The thing I hate the most is when people think we're too busy. I don't want to be too busy to babysit somebody's kids, make somebody dinner, help somebody move, or paint somebody's house. I feel really bad when people don't give us a chance to serve because they know how busy we are.
So please, even though we're busy, don't think that we're too busy for you. Because we're not. Really.