Is it okay if I wish I were Filipino, is it okay that I may or may not have add, like to waste an entire rainy afternoon watching Friends on DVD trying to postpone working on homework? Is it okay if I change my outfit on average 3 times a day, I'm only 5'4, I don't have the body of a Victoria's Secret model, I have really cold hands and feet, I embarrass easily to the point that my face turns really red? Is it okay that I don't like to be the center of attention, and I have a rebellious side to me? Is it okay that I want to move to central Oregon because that is where my happiest moments are? Is it okay that I'm a little sad Brad and I are going to be apart alot in the next couple months, but I am happy for him too? Is it okay that when my puppy Reggie passes away I will be inconsolable, so you probably won't want to talk to me for a few days? I love fresh sheets on my bed, I love wasting time with my roommates, I love laughing at inside jokes, I love when people pray over me, I love wearing rain boots so I can splash a little in puddles. I love being organized but time management stresses me out, I can't wait to be a mom and hold my little babies in my arms, I can't wait to be a wife but I still have alot to learn. I love attending church at Solid Rock, but sometimes I have a hard time going to any other church. I guess these things make me who I am, so it should be okay, but it's easy to question yourself, and what exactly does make you who you are. I have friends and family that love me, and I believe that the love goes hand in hand with acceptance. So I guess it is okay.
Love and Rockets,