Acts Of Compassion and Love

Today I pack up almost 44 years of my life into a truck. Most of those years were spent here in Evansville. This is where I was born and raised. This is where I raised my children. 

I think about all the things that happened here and I am filled with love. My heart is filled with family, friends, memories, laughter and tears. Most of my kids firsts happened here. First days of school, first time riding a two wheeled bike, first loves and first heart breaks, first time driving a car... It all happened here. Baptisms, confirmations, blessings, growing testimonies, faith, seminary graduation, and mission calls were all part of living a life with the Savior as a close friend and guest in our home. 

We had such an amazing ward family, leaving them is one of the hardest things to do. I know that anyone that moves here will find themselves surrounded with love and support so great they will have no fears. Evansville is truly a blessed place. 

 While I am excited to go back to Utah to live my next 44 years, I will truly miss the friends and place I called home for so long. It doesn't seem real. It feels like I'm watching someone else's life. When I needed a few more hands to help us get the truck loaded in time, here came the Kennedy's. And in just a few short moments it was all done. I cannot express my gratitude enough for all the helping hands that surrounded me over the last few days. It literally brings tears to my eyes. 

I may never be able to "pay them back" but I will surely "pay it forward" acts of compassion and love should create more acts of compassion and love. 

Always.