Not Just Your Typical Mormon Story

Prologue

Growing up Mormon was always such a hassle. My parents were overbearing, my church leaders either cared too much or not enough, church was a never ending event that would reoccur at the same time, in the same place, every Sunday; not just for the rest of my life, but for eternity; and that didn't count the endless set of rules and regulations that came along with it. It was like trying to live up to an ever increasing potential that could never be met.

But life, along with love and heartache, taught me that sometimes we just need to take a step back, forget everyone else in the world, and everything in the world, and live for ourselves. Whether it's a religion we're searching for, careers, adventure, or maybe even love, eventually we all have to decide what it is we want in life and go the heck after it. And that's how I learned that it never was about living up to a potential, whether it was truly attainable or not, it's the path that we take trying to get there. It's the will you had to get up after the world knocked you down all over again. And when it's all finally over, and no matter how hard you try to avoid it, that same annoying religion that caused so much struggle in the beginning, is the very reason you can look at the man standing next to you, holding your oldest child and know, love was never meant to last "till death do us part", but for time, and all eternity. And something inside you will always be at peace knowing that you're not letting him go until you get there.