"For Always.

Someone sure knows
how to pull my heartstrings. ;)

Have you ever pondered
what a real
friendship means?
How it feels?

What power does it have
on the human soul,
or even animal soul,
if we're getting technical
with such cases as
Fox and the Hound.

I have this little
necklace I always
where around my neck
from my best friend,
and it reads:


With friendship
and real love,
a heart then possesses
the power to live
more than one life...

It gives it reason
to beat forever.

My heart
is definitely

What joy has
been brought to
my little heart
from such a
miraculous friendship
that I never imagined
could be possible...
and this phenomenal.

This friendship
has given my
heart every reason
to rejoice
in the beauty in life...
in the smell of the air...
in the testimony of children...
in the protection from Heavenly Father...
in the soft touch of comfort...
in curly hair...
in twinkley eyes...
in otter pops...
in band aids...
in ties...
in faith...
in the words
"I love you."

What reason I have
to rejoice.

Happy 14th! :):):)

Love always,
Little Besty


Thank you, Angels*

I was dreaming
of dressing up like a princess
and living in India,
{watching Little Princess
in the wee hours at of 2 AM
will do that to ya},
when I was pulled from
my blissful slumber
by blaring tones of
Stevie Wonder's
"I just called to say, I love you!"

You've come for me
at last?


In an instant,
I realized my cellular device
was simply waking me
to bring me glad tidings!

I swan dived
on little William
{sorry, squirt}
while stretching in a
frantic search for my phone...

...then my hands grasped it.

At this point
I'm thinking
that there are only
2 phone calls in this entire
universe that could make
me happier than a little girl
swimming through pudding
at this moment,
and one can't be physically
possible for 4 more months,
so it better be the other!

Unrecognizable phone #.
Could it be?
This can only mean one thing!

With a groggy tone,
I muster out,

"Hey Ally!
This is Cami,
the manager from

I'll do it!

After the pleasant chat,
I ran up the stairs,
pumping my arms
and silently screaming
with the utmost joy,
for the household
was still drifting in dream land.

I darted out the door,
found my mother in the garden
and exclaimed,
Guess who has a job?!!!"

ladies and gents...
You're truly
is now an official
sandwich maker...
at Subway. ;)

Of course,
the next person
to inform and thank
is the most important
being in the universe.

Thank you.
I am so grateful
for this blessing
I have so graciously
been given.
I am so blessed,
and watched over
by the angels!

I don't think the world
realizes the magnitude
of this happenstance.

If you only knew...
how much heartache...

is thriving in my heart
this day!

Let us rejoice
in this beautiful day!

Have a good one.
It's the only June 9th
of 2011 you'll ever see.

Love always,
Little Besty


17 Miracles

You should probably see this film ASAP.
I've been speechless, since seeing this film...
for 2 days.

Your life will be changed.

When you see the snake scene?
The brown hair girl
is my great great great grandmother.

Mary Hurren.
Bodil Mortensen was one of her
best friends on the trail.

My ancestors came across
with the Willie Handcart company,
which is the company
focused on in this phenomenal film.

watching a produced film
with your ancestors
all over in it.

How proud I am to be apart
of this beautiful gospel,
for people, such as these, my ancestors,
sacrificed till the death
to live in and have their place in Zion.

It is true.

17 Miracles

See it TODAY.

Love always,
Little Besty


Life is a Highway

My little brother
of mine
sat down at the table
this fine eve
to enter into the
of questions that
come with getting a permit.

Pretty sure he'll pass.

Hopefully. ;)

After a series of questioning,
we arrived to the
difference between
a freeway and a highway.

William possessed
a troubled face,
confused as to if
there really was a difference.

With guidance
from our British bro
and mother,
we received our answer.

I found great significance
in my mother's selected words.
"Pretty much, a highway
is anywhere.
Our neighborhood road
is a highway.
What creates the difference is that
a freeway has multiple lanes
and a barrier between the
direction of cars".

With that definition,
I realized what depth
was created by Rascal Flatts
choice of words,
"Life is a highway",
"Life is a freeway",
which fit perfectly
with the thoughts
running through
my mind on this day.

Today marked the day
that my singles ward,
{the Larsen Park Ward},
was dispensed with.
The single adults in my area
are now apart of a YSA stake,
which consists of all singles wards
spreading from Pleasant Grove,
Cedar Hills, and Highland.

Our ward was split in half,
and added on to
other singles wards.

I'm now a Heritage Park YSA single. ;)

The whole event
has been filled with
tests of faith,
and obedience.

It wasn't until my former
stake president,
President Scoresby,
had a special gathering
with our now non-existing
Larsen Park singles ward
that I realized just how much
I would miss the unity
we had created...together.

We had created our own Zion
in a little ward of singles.

We were strong and steadfast.
Our testimony blazed with sparks.
We simply loved each other.

life was bringing changes
to our little clan.

I've realized a lot in this process.
As Elder Snow of the
Presidency of the Seventy
addressed us,
I felt his message of accepting
change and realizing the beauty
that comes with it.

Our lives consist of chapters,
which means there has to be a
"final paragraph".

Those chapters don't always
end perfectly.

A lot of the time,
the protagonist is left
to some sudden event
that happens seconds before
a new beginning labeled
"Chapter 2",
and now they must react
to their uprising conflict.

How do you handle change?

Now I come to my "highway" point.

Our personal highways
can reside anywhere.

Maybe it's in a city.
Maybe it's in a neighborhood.
Maybe it's within a college ward.
And maybe it's in the process of
turning at a stop sign,
or preparing for a green light.

No matter what,
there are no barriers
separating us from one another.

Might I remind this vast
void of space and time
that I write to
of wise words
that can be found in Romans.

"For I am persuaded that neither
death, nor life, nor angels,
nor principalities, nor powers,
nor things, nor things present,
nor things to come..
Nor height, nor depth,
nor any other creature,
shall be able to separate us
from the love of God,
which is in Jesus Christ our Lord".

"Nor things to come..."

It is downright scary
leaving something behind
that created a lot of who you are.

It could be high school,
your home ward,
or even a group of friends.

When I left to Cedar City,
I thought my brain
was going to suffer
some mass explosion
of volcanic steam
from how much fear
I felt from leaving
everyone I knew and
loved behind.

But here's the thing.

Those barriers are
never going to spring up
in your highway.

Nothing can separate you
from what you know and feel.

It's like when you see an old friend.
Even though you haven't hung
out for ages,
it's still the same.
It's like you never left each other.

with the separation from my
beloved singles ward,
I find comfort in knowing
that our little family
will always exist,
and our love for each other
will never die,
because our love was created
through our Heavenly Father...

and his love is inseparable.

And with this love
and growth of testimony
that I have gained while being
in their presence,
I carry it with me
to my next destination.

Your spark lives on
because it is grounded in you
and will go with you...
no matter where you go
or what you do.

Then your spark
turns into a flame...
and it spreads.

Like a wildfire. ;)

Maybe I get a bit
ahead of myself and "speed"
past views that I should have
stopped by,
and I may get a flashing light
in my face
now and again,
at least I am on the road,
moving towards some

I'm on my highway,
surrounded by my fellow
drivers who are
"letting me in",
despite my "cutting off"
skill and they are loving me

They're helping me stay
on the right road,
no matter where I go...
no matter where my next turn
takes me.

They will always be there.

Here's to my new adventure
on a new road.

I love you,
Larsen Park Singles Ward.

Your little besty
will miss you greatly

Love always,
Little Besty



I had a little experience yesterday...

I went to the
of the class
of 2011.

Weird to think that
only a year ago...
I was them.

As they walked across
the A and F
and threw their caps in the air...

it was all a bit too familiar.

Not gonna lie
to you all.
Ally Pally got a bit
misty eyed quite a
few times.

It is such a joyous,
"full of life"

I remember how
surreal I felt.

Everyone was blurry,
and my heart was pounding
in my chest.

As I raised my hands
in the air as I walked across...
I saw my whole life
"flash before me eyes".

So many memories...

I'm one of those girls
who ADORED high school.

there were moments.
Moments where I wondered
if the "all nighter" was worth it,
if finishing my math really
was essential to my happiness.

But overall?
I had the greatest times
of my life in those brick walls
of dear old AF high.

As that billowing
red gown and cap,
surrounded me,
I knew I had found
and would owe my life
to that school and the people
within in that took care of me.

I know you're so excited
to get out of there,
{believe me, I was in your shoes}
but take time to appreciate
what you were given.
You will never have that
time again.

You will never feel the same way.

There is no more "lunch" time.
No more "riding on the bus".
No more "first period".
No more "picture day".

It's just not the same.

You will love the years to come.
Growing up even more...
Going to college...
Serving a mission...
Being an adult...

But for now?
Remember and appreciate.
Don't say,
"I'm so glad to get out of there!"

You'll miss it.

A year ago,
I graduated from
American Fork
High School.

Class of 2010.

"Oh the places you'll go..."


Love always,
Little Besty