Going to the Temple & We're Gonna Get Married






Congratulations Danielle & Garrett :)
Let's face it - they're kind of the cutest. Ever. 
I really also need to get a photography blog, but for now - all you can enjoy this beautiful couple here. 
Seeing this wedding today, it makes me want to get married. 
They're so blissful, so happy, so in love with each other. 
And you know the best part?
They get to spend an eternity together, 
an eternity laughing, an eternity smiling, an eternity growing together. 
I don't know about you -- but I'm excited. 
Granted, it does not mean it isn't without squabbles, without yelling, without fights -- 
whatever you want to call it. 
It isn't perfect - but what you're saying when you get married, 
is I love us. I will love us forever, no matter what happens. 
-- again, congratulations you two & thanks for letting me be there!




--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

An Ode of Photos






















Senior Pictures of Samantha. 
I love this cute girl so much, 
I was quite honored to be able to do her pictures for her. 
She has the greatest personality in the world, 
and I'm gonna missing seeing her face every Sunday -- 
already do miss it so very, very much.  
Singles Ward? Do you see what you've taken away from me? :/
But really. Isn't she beautiful?
I love taking photographs, I guess this is what God sees all the time. 
The beauty in everyone. 
That's all for now. 


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Viewpoint: Enduring with Greatness

I have often had the goal that I would be something great. That in this quest for greatness I would never give up nor give in to whatever threatened that greatness. Much of the time on earth I have searched for this greatness, until I realized it was already in me.It is the light of Christ. The gift of him who sent me here and listens to my every prayer. I have pondered much today on the idea of having a light within me and if I am fostering that light. Am I moving closer to the God who loves me? or am I slowly drifting away? 

It has been a Sunday where I have struggled with many thoughts. The life in front of me is very unfamiliar. It is a plan that I'm sure was presented to me at one point in the preexistence. I am not afraid of it, I am ready to embrace it. I am excited to become whatever the Heavenly Father who loves me wants me to become. But, who am I? As I sit, I ask myself "Am I the Emma that my Heavenly Father wants me to be?" - it is a modified version of a thought that was presented to us in RS prep last week, from Sherri Dew. "Am I the woman I think I am? Am I the woman I need to be? More importantly, am I the woman the savior needs me to be?" Granted the Emma who wishes to be something, is slightly uneasy about simply turning my life over to the Lord. I do not doubt him, I simply question and what comes to my mind to say is "Lord, what wilt thou have me do?"

I remember once an impression I received. I must first preface this story by saying that all of us are imperfect. Joy in my life I have discovered comes not from being perfect, but from overcoming my own imperfections. And knowing that in this, I did not do it alone, but through the power of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. It is a continued journey, a continued struggle - it is as the most important phrase when entering any day "endure to the end". The word endure is a word I have always loved. It means to suffer through something patiently and meekly. There have been times in my life where I have been presented with temptation, where I have put myself in a situation where I was sitting on the edge of making a really stupid decision. I'm sure that many of you have found yourself in that place. When I was placed in this situation I have never heard the word "no" been so profoundly heard by every fiber of my being. I felt as if my whole life hung on this one decision -- and you know, I walked away. I walked away. It made many things of my life at the time fall apart, but I walked away. I walked away not because at the time I knew it would be the best decision, nor did I want it to be the right decision, but because He said "No". I walked away blindly into a path I did not know. After struggling many things in my life fell into place and I was blessed in ways which I would not have understood then. Looking back on that experience I am glad that I walked away. I am glad I listened. I guess in all of this I am trying to say, as one of my favorite quotes says, "the chief cause of failure and unhappiness is trading what you want most for what you want at the moment", by Zig Ziglar. Do not surrender, do not give in, do not trade what you want most. 

There are many things about me which are imperfect. I am as you are, imperfect. We are all children of God, we are all the same, we all struggle -- the wonderful thing though is that God knows this about each and every one of us and desires to help us be better.  As this Sunday has lingered on in the lobby of a hotel I have reread a note I wrote myself last week. A note about what I want my children to know about me and to know about the everlasting gospel of Jesus Christ. I have always thought of a girl named Sopia, my little Sophie. It is a little girl in a white dress. She has cute little curls just at the ends of her hair. Her face is covered in freckles and when she smiles her nose crinkles up. She has large hazel eyes that light up when she laughs, that are full of the light of Christ which is unparalleled with anything else. I am scared for her to come and am already worried about if she will make it. The world as we know it is full of temptation and trials. I think of her and wonder, will I teach her well enough to make it home? Will this little spirit Heavenly Father has entrusted me with, how do I make sure that she will make it home? And that's when it hits me I can't, I can only prepare now to teach her everything I can so that she will. 

As I said at the beginning, that sometimes I question which way I am going -- I know that there is one way I have to be going, for this little girl. I think about what I want most in life. There are a few things which come to mind: children, to become like Christ, have a family, have a positive impact on the world, to teach many, to be who he wants me to be and to learn as much as I possibly can.

I know that there is a God who loves me and who loves each and everyone of you. I think of this life that he gave me and of another thought, by an unknown author.
 It is entitled "Just a Little Tiny Minute". 
It reads: "I have only just a minute
 just sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon me - can't refuse it, 
but it's up to me to use it. 
I must suffer if I lose it, 
give account if I abuse it. 
Just a little tiny minute, 
but eternity is in it"

 Heavenly Father has entrusted me with many blessings with the knowledge that I will come home. I will come home. As you think of this Sunday, think to yourself. Where are you at in your life's journey? What have you done with your tiny little minutes? Are you working towards coming closer to Christ or are you wandering away? 

I know without a doubt that there is a God. There is a loving Heavenly Father who wishes so much to wrap His arms around us and cannot wait until we come home to Him. I know that He knows each of us and that He loves each of unconditionally. That there are things in our life which we will be ask to sacrifice, but if we are only willing that He will bless us with an unfathomable amount of love. That He has a plan for each of His children. That not matter what action you have taken that you may come unto Him and He will help you to work it out. No matter the question nor quiet whispering of doubt, as you come unto Him he will answer them, He will help you. He has entrusted you with many miracles and He wants you to become what He sees you can become. I know this to be true, with all my heart. 




Know that no matter what pathway you find yourself on that you are a child of a Heavenly Father who loves you and that is the greatest knowledge of all. That no matter what  unfamiliar life awaits you that He will guide you if you will come unto Him. That as you come unto Him the spirit of the Holy Ghost will tell you what is right for each of you, listen, continue to always listen. Keep your eye and what you want most in your life and works towards those goals with the Lord. Look at each little tiny minute of your life and ask yourself, am I working to become what Heavenly Father wants me to be? As you do these things -- remember always that you must endure to the end, endure everything that life will bring you patiently and meekly, be still
 and know the He is God, He lives, He loves you and He will always help you. 

[In the name of Jesus Christ Amen]







Drawings Can Be Found Here 
Pencil Drawings, By: Jean Keaton

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Someone Like You


Today I tried to work the coffee maker to get hot water,
for what?
Ramen Noodles.
I couldn't work it - eventually it just started spraying boiling water at my face.
So....how did I cook them?
Heated water in the microwave and then steam cooked them.
Emma Fail? I believe so.
You know I may not be able to cook Ramen Noodles with a coffee maker,
but I'm a National Healthcare Issues Master --
no really, that's what they called it.
It's kinda like being a Ninja.
I also was the only one recognized for service for the state of Utah.
Ya. National Champ right here.
Thanks Heavenly Father - he really has blessed my life.


I  took a step back and looked at the world today.
I thought about how he has this amazing plan for me.

I closed my eyes and thought of you. 
I listened to your voice, 
and spent my time reminding myself that we're just friends. 
And that's okay with me.
I missed hearing your voice, 
why? 
Because I missed hearing your witty comments. 
I missed hearing about your dreams. 
So, thank you.
I'm waiting for the next part of the plan, 
maybe it'll include learning how to work a coffee maker
-- for noodles. You know. 



--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

18 Hours Ago...

I wanted to punch you in the face, I still do. 
Let's face it I barely tell anyone how I am feeling, I mean like I am really feeling. 
So right now I really just want to punch someone in the face.
Most times you'll find what I object to the most is what I want to do the most, 
not intentionally, just because I'm very scared. 
One of my best friends told me that I can't do that, because it confuses people. 
She told me yesterday, in general, I just confuse people.
Maybe that's just because I don't want to let anyone get close enough to hurt me? 
My greatest fear is losing people, 
especially when you spend so much time investing yourself in someone and then they just disappear.
So you want to know the truth readers?
-here is the honest truth about what has been going on. 
There is a boy, 
I'm afraid I fell in love with his dreams, with "our" dreams, 
yes, I'm afraid I fell in love with the idea of us. 
But that was just an idea, just a dream -- not reality. 
He wants someone to love as much as I do. 
Somehow we ended up spending time together. 
We held hands, 
I know that for most people that doesn't mean much. 
It means something to me. 
So call me sentimental, but I don't just hold hands with any person on the street.  
I'm pretty sure that both of us were just desperate for some connection. 
It really wouldn't matter if I told you who it was.
You wouldn't know him, because he is older. 
Which, doesn't bother me at all - in fact, it makes life make more sense. 
In my mind, 
the pieces fit together. 
Right now though, I told him that if he didn't want to date me - he needed to let me down easy. 
Basically I told him to go away. 
Go team Emma.
I don't know what his idea of that was, 
you know "letting me down easy"
 but not talking for two weeks was not what I was thinking. 
In fact, when I said that I probably wasn't thinking at all. 
Another thing to know about me, 
if I tell you to leave - it means I want you to come chase after me. 
I know,  I'm a lot to handle. Maybe I should be less to handle?
Maybe I should just make more sense?
So right now, 
the truth is that I'm hurting. 
I finally let myself cry yesterday. 
I don't know if anyone has ever cried on Big Thunder Mountain before,
 but I did yesterday. 
You know, just those silent tears. 
The ones that you finally let roll down your face.  
The ones where you finally just let yourself feel again, 
just let yourself hurt again. 
You know when I think about it, 
I'm sure someone has cried on that ride of sheer terror, or something, 
but not like this. 
And if they have -- well, at least I'm not alone. 
So, sorry for being semi-cryptic, 
and ultimately confusing. 
It's been 18 hours - still wanna just punch him the face. 
I cannot believe that he went up to a place I consider partly "ours". 
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 
And for the sake of my sanity, STUPID. 

[and if he reads this, he really needs to call me. Last time I checked adults returned phone calls.]

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Adding to the Soundtrack of My Life - Track #1

Somewhere when I was vanquishing summer boredom, --> here
I wanted to make a soundtrack of my life. 
my YouTube history on my phone is getting full
and I wanted to add a few songs....
this has been my life this week. 
So, enjoy, they're amazing. 












--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

A Bit Sluggish


I've been watching the cursor pulse for twenty minutes now, 
And I can't think of anything to write -- 
I guess I just need to go to bed, 
it's been a bit of a sluggish day to say the least. 
Of everything that made me smile today, 
of Disneyland, or text messages, of silly moments, 
at the end of the day. 
My life goes on. 
This little guy reminded me of that - he just kept going, even though he found myself on my driveway at 8am. 
Call me crazy, but I hope my mom didn't run over him - because he gave me hope. 
Tomorrow will be another day, 
and another tomorrow will come after that. 
The thing is right now you're reading a blog post about a slug, 
or a snail -- but in the end, does it matter?
People care about the silliest things, 
and in the end it shouldn't matter. 
Because really whether I'm posting about a snail or a slug or a small insignificant creature, 
it's the moral. 
It's the big picture. 
The one with the cement and the slug, snail, bug thing -- 
I think the moral I'm going for is that if you let go of the little things there is this beautiful picture waiting to happen. 
Just be a little bit more open-minded to those around you. 
One step up and it can change your whole perspective. 
And yes I did lay down on my driveway at 8am this morning to take a picture of this guy,
glad to know that there is someone who feels sluggish right along with me. 
And yep, 
you did just read a blog post about a slimy slug snail. 
Goodnight World.
Here is to tomorrows! 


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Tell me.....do you miss me?


To You, 
Do you miss this face?
Do you miss that smile?
Do you miss me?
Because I miss you. 
I miss you when something really awesome happens - because you're the one I want to tell. 
I miss you when I can't figure something out - because you're the one who made it all seem so simple. 
I miss you when I laugh - because I want to tell you about how silly things are and hear you laugh too.
I miss you when I cry - because you always asked if I was okay. 
I miss you when I type - because typing dots is impossibly hard to avoid. 
And even though inside I know you can't,
 I'd like to think we can --
you know, be friends. 
If that's what you want.
 I can do that.
It wasn't fair of me to ask you to change your mind. 
And yes, I know you're always busy 
- but I'm always busy too, 
I made time for you. 
So, go get your phone. 
It's probably sitting on the desk next to you, or in your left pocket, where ever it is 
pull it out of the cover - unlock it. 
Open the phonebook, contacts, where you put people's names app,
look up my name, 
call me up, 
I won't pick it up, 
but leave me a voicemail. 
Tell me you miss me too?
If you got this far - and you know who you are, 
go up at 18 lines and read it again, it's not that hard, I promise. 
Yep, I did just count again - just to check. 
I honestly do miss you, not just talking to you, but you, you in my life. 
If you can't call, or you won't call, or you don't call 
- texting I miss you is not that hard either?
But,
if you can't or won't or don't do that either, 
I will understand. I will. 
And I'll keep smiling and be glad for all the times we had together anyways. 
Thanks for all the good times -- just in case I don't get to say it again. 


.....and cue response.  





--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Finally FHE

I've heard about FHE. 
[Family Home Evening]
about how great and grand it is. 
Granted, it is great and grand! 
While I never thought I'd find myself saying this, 
if you get the opportunity go to YSA ward - it's a blast. 
(-cough- yes, some of you were right..... -cough, cough-) 
We played water balloon volleyball tonight. 
Umm, ridiculous -- yes!
When the water balloon would hit the ground it would explode. 
Wet sand flying and flinging all around, 
subsequently there was also much laughter surrounding us. 
Several chocolate infused treats afterwards. 
Really it was wonderful. 

Things I've learned: 
-being just graduated from high school. It's a conversation killer. 
-The words "Neuroscience Major" just sorta scare people and make them look at you in awe
-Emma is not a memorable name -- sometimes even adding Smith doesn't help you out 
-Refreshments. They are what everyone wants, do not stand in the way of them
-Parking Jobs. They're for losers and nervous nellies. oops. 
-The ward clerks know your name, you should probably learn theirs too. 

Well, that's all for now. Silly adventures. Thanks FHE. 


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Be One in 10,000

So far on my Survey Monkey,
 the majority of you "Want More of It"
I don't really have anything else for you to vote on, 
but I DO have something you can help me out with. 
Not yet though, not until JULY 7TH 2011
put the dang day on your calendars. 
I have this life list, 
it has 565 things on it. 
I know  - it's long. 
One of them is send 10,000+ texts in a month 
(or for tracking purposes, Verizon's 30-day billing cycle)

If you break that down that's 333.3 texts/day, 
assuming that I am awake 14 hours a day,
that is 23.8 texts/hour I'm awake, 
or roughly 1 text/minute and a half 
-- for 30 days. 

It's insane. I know. 
But I figure if there were 333.3 of you sending me 1 text/day - I'd be set. 
The problem is, I don't know if there are 333.3 of you. I'm still strugglin' with that .3
Anyways, 
I figure if there is 23.8 of you - okay, okay, 24 of you - this may be possible. 
The way I look at it if there are 24 of you, sending me a text every day I'm going to respond. 
On average we'll probably have a 4 text conversation 
You: Hi! Happy 7th of July
Me: Thanks! How are you? (+1)
You: I'm great, did you hear about the aliens?
Me: The aliens? (+1)
You: They're coming to attack, there is this video on YouTube 
Me: Oh, those aliens I saw that in Journalism (+1) 
You: Oh ya, I remember that 
Me: Yep. Ha ha. Oh well, that was exciting (+1)
...and so it ends. 

so 24 people x 4 texts = 96 texts 
This would only have to happen 3.4 times/day/30 days
and TA-DAH
10,000+ texts, 
obviously it will be much more exciting than that, 
and this isn't an exact science. 

BUT, here is what I'm asking you to do: 
COMMENT ON THIS POST 
- if you think I can text you.
-- I'm seeing if now is the time to accomplish this goal, can it be done? --

Thanks people. I love you.
p.s. I may or may not have a commenting issues/approval thing, 
so if it doesn't work call me, beep me, you know how to reach me. 



--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Pineapple Upside-Down Cake

To Celebrate my 100th post - I wanted cake, 
but we didn't have any. 
So I celebrated with pineapple upside-down cake Yoplait yogurt. 
Yes, 110 calories of goodness right there. 
I also wanted to thank you guys and gals, 
for sticking with me through all my ridiculous moments. 
Because at the end of the day, 
the idea that there is someone out there, 
there is someone who reads this, 
there is someone who might need to know you, 
that there is someone who gets it. 
Thanks for letting me into your life 
and sharing your dreams -- 
oh, and helping me figure out mine :) 

With much love, 
Emma 




--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.


























--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Sounds Kinda Fishy & Some Father Things

I was determined today not to cry. 
I was not going to cry. 
It's Father's Day and sometimes it's hard for me, 
but really just sometimes. 
In the YSA ward today we had RS Prep - 
Brother Rich spoke after the lesson. 
Let me paraphrase what he said,

In Alaska when he was young during the Salmon runs you could go fishing - the thing is was that you cannot snag nor hook the fishes. You have to catch them. The difference is that you cannot through your hook out and catch a fish in the lip nor hook them anywhere else - but they must come to you because of your bait. He continues, In preparing for motherhood and being a wife you must have qualities which will lure those who you want to be with. You must have the bait that will lure the right fish. As he said, "Become what you want to be and the fish will find you. You don't need to snag the fish." 

You're probably wondering at this point what this has to do with Fathers. Trust me, I'll get there. As he continued he asked us to look of the list of qualities we wanted in being a mother. I wrote down things such as: patient, approachable, listener, selflessness, strong foundation in Christ, slow to anger, honest, gentle and continual growth. I stared at the list, as Brother Rich continued with, you will find someone who is attracted to these things. You will find someone to love, who you can live a life with. He talked about how appreciative of his mother that he was - and then he talked about his father. What a great love he had for his father and how he would give anything to talk to him for fifteen members. I sat there thinking - I would give anything also. 

That's when I started to cry. Just in case you didn't know, my dad died. It's been five years - so no need to worry.  I'm not ashamed of it and I'm not afraid to tell people. In fact, it's my favorite thing to say to ridiculous salesman and telemarketers,who still call for Marilyn Smith after five years - my dad's name was Merlin. You know though it hurts to not have him around. And I know it makes me different. I'm aware of that.

I live in Provo, family capital of the world. You don't think I notice that my mom and I don't stick out like a sore thumb?The first month we moved into the ward, someone asked if I visited my dad on the weekends?You know what I said: Oh I wish, I'd give anything, but he is about 6ft under right now, and I'm not that tall. The look on their face? Classic. Needless to say I felt like a bit of a jerk. 

Sometimes I think about how much of an impact I make on people's lives, do I even make a difference? Then I think about how my dad had so much of an impact on who I am. Much of why I am the way I am, why I am kind, why I am gentle, why I patient, why I want to be a mother is because of this man. I think of the great impact  he has had on my life. Sometimes I feel sad inside because of the people in my life he hasn't met. That he will not get to meet for a very long time. 

  It was at that moment when he died in my life, where I got pushed to very bottom, the moment when you're standing on the edge of  everything you know. It's when you get ripped apart from the inside out and you have to figure out who you are. And I know who I am - do you? I am Emma. I'm beautiful. I laugh. I'm smart. I'm a daughter of God.  I'm going to be an amazing mother. I can do hard things. I learn quickly. I'm fun. I'm funny. I am Emma. Thanks Dad, for teaching me who I am and Happy Father's Day. 

Much of the lesson today as it was spent talking about motherhood I thought about my future husband. The idea of marriage has been on my mind a lot lately. If you have ever asked me about marriage you know that I'll tell you I'm not getting married for a long time, but I realized that Heavenly Father might have a different plan for me - and I'm okay with that.....it's fine with me, because he knows what my life is to be. Truthfully, after the Tithes & Offerings lesson in RS -- it's not really my life at all. It's His. 

The idea of having a family makes me very excited inside. Have you ever just felt your spirit jump inside your body? That the light inside you just wants to shine and you know that in your life, you must do that thing. There are only seldom things I think about that my spirit does that, but when I think about my future family - I know it's right.  I think of those little spirits waiting in heaven and they're waiting to come to me. I'm excited to play hide and seek with them, to teach them how to tie their shoes, to puddle jump, to laugh with them. Quite honestly, I think about them and I'm kind of jealous that Heavenly Father gets to have them right now and I don't. I don't even know them and I love them already. 

Honestly, I am so grateful that I have two dads - and it all sounds kinda fishy wrapped up here together, but it's been on my mind a lot lately. I've got two dads cheering for me up there and no matter what happens in life, no matter what "coincidences" come about that don't make sense, no matter if you don't call -- I am Emma and I have two wonderful Fathers and I am going to go far in life. 

So, as Father's Day ends may I leave with you a thought that my Dad once told me, 
"Heavenly Father didn't promise that life was going to easy so keep the corners up and just keep smiling"
And as you go to bed tonight, tell your Dad you love him and tell your Heavenly Father you love him too. 


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

iNcOnCeIvAbLe

I remember three weeks ago, thinking this is the end. I went from seeing my best friend's face every day and that one day in Biology would be the last time we would have a class together. I cried when I walked out to my car that day, what in the world was I going to do without my best friend? Because at the end of the day, he kinda keeps me sane. 
What's worse - he is leaving in less than a year for two years. I'm making him leave me a voicemail that I can listen to when I'm having a crappy day. He doesn't know this yet, but he will. I came to this realization while watching "Singing in the Rain" last night. He is leaving to do one of the greatest things someone can do. He is going to bring people home, to bring the children of God home. I realized how much I'm gonna miss him because even though it's been three weeks since I saw him, we can pick right up where we left off. I wonder if we'll be able to do that after two years, I hope we can. 
At the end of the day, it's rather inconceivable that - well, that...that we ended up in same stats class. No we didn't coordinate it, we just live on the same brain wave. I guess really, I have to say, Thank You Heavenly Father for looking out for me. Being in the Stats 121 class was rather the scariest class I had, it's at 9am in the morning and I'm not social then. So when I'm drowning in a sea of 300 kids, he'll be there - my best friend will be there and it's all going to be okay. 

So, Thanks Best Friend 
for everything. 



--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Pick It and Stick It




So here is the deal, 
I'm getting a
Macbook Pro
because I get to go off to college, 
and you know I want to make a good impression. 
But, I just can't decide between these four. 
So, I trust you readers - 
YOU pick it and I'LL stick it
Thanks for your help, 
and guess what?
Voting starts.....3.....2....1.....Now!


voting closes: July 1st, 2011 - I'll post the results of the survey then, so be on the look out to see if your pick won
Oh, and just in case you're interested - here is where I found these decals 


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Half Posts & Happiness




I don't know how to write about happiness. 
I can write about love, lies, and anger and how you feel when someone dies.
 I can tell you how it feels to be abused and all those words that society can't use. 
 I can tell you about drugs and watching people high.
 I can write about loneliness. 
About fear, about faith. 
But, I don't know how to write about happiness
....because I don't know that feels.
I asked myself, but do I? 
Do I know what happiness feels like? 
Maybe it's just something that I've never thought about before.
 I've never taken a moment to say - this is it - this is happiness.  
Someone once told me it was the times I spent in school, the hours I spent for others. 
The love I give to people. The millions of hours I spend running around trying not to think about happiness. 
It's in the two seconds where I have to breath, that is my happiness. 
The second that I realize that people are smiling because I am there.
It's not what the world calls happiness.
 They call it something like sitting in a large house or being the prettiest person there was 
or sitting on a beach with the sun setting before your eyes with an array of colors that take your breath away. You know those moments that take my breath away though? 
Those are the moments the steal some sort of happiness, 
because instead of pausing to think it just disappeared. 
Some moment took it away from me.
The thing about this type of happiness, 
is that I don't really realize it's happiness until the moment in which is disappears. 
So I decided to hold happiness in my hands. 
I gave in and I gave up. 
Happiness, if you'd like to come - I'm here!
I'll find you, 
because you're all around me. 
My mind began dwelling on all the happiness lately. 
The Mormon Miracle Pageant
The Gospel 
Holding Hands
Houses
Smiles
Photos 
Climbing Mountains
Vanquishing Boredom
Laughing
Talking
Installing Wires
Cord Contraptions
New Shoes
Ice Cream
New Tricks
Giggles
Lemonade
I've got lots of happiness to hold in my hands. 
So for now, 
know that your names are written on the back of my happiness paper, 
and they're just waiting for more opportunities. 
Oh, and here is a half post - 
I don't know where to put it...
but...
Names I am madly in love with. 
Did I tell you I want four kids? 
Well I want for kids world. 
No middle child? Yep. 

Sophia Marie
Adelaide Mae
Charles James
Kylee Jane 

(subsequently I would have Sophie, Addie, Charlie and Kylee - cute family? I think yes)

Happiness & Half Posts - you make me smile. 


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.