Every time I go to the temple without fail I think of my amazing mother. Especially when the lady is playing the organ in the chapel. This past time my roommate commented to me on what a hard job it must be to actually play this instrument with not only a couple sets of keys but foot pedals as well. My darling mother has been playing for as long as I can remember. It's a love that she has that encompasses all aspects of her life. I wish I had this kind of drive to teach myself to play the piano. She has surpassed me in her self discipline and her abilities ten fold. I admire her so much for her talent and to this day she is my favorite person to accompany me. She knows my singing so well and it just works. I miss her every day. My roommate asked me when I was going home if I was going to have my mom play for me so I could sing. I made sure I did that and it made me so happy. Hers is the voice inside my head teaching me every day. When I come to a realization about life and where I'm supposed to be going, it's like one of her teachings is just solidifying up there. It has become a priority of mine to pull back the shower curtain and pick up my towels. It was something she reminded me of daily. Now I understand the importance. Why did it take 26 years? Who knows, I'm a slow learner. When I procrastinate, I just hear her voice in my ear telling me that it's the thief of time. I hear her voice no more as a nagging annoyance but as a constant drive pushing me to be better. Challenging me to be the best me I can be. I understand now my potential because it's something she's seen all along. I will eternally be grateful to the woman who shaped the woman I am becoming. She's the most selfless person I know. I pray to be a fraction of what she is to everyone in her life. An angel.
On to my dear old Dad, Pops, Daddy Warbucks, pick your favorite. The man who taught me how to fish, how to drive, who gave me my sense of humor, who I always knew I could count on. Driving in the car is when I think about my Dad the most. This is the time when he's the voice inside my head. I constantly think as I'm driving, what would my Dad think about the way I'm driving. I realized a couple of times that my driving skills are very different than my friends but that's because he always taught me to look a mile down the road. This lesson has reached far beyond the interstate and I know to plan for the future and not just right now. I attribute the fact that I've never had an accident to this great man. He taught me if you're going to do something, you do it right the first time. You don't half-a it. That's why you buy Sony, Mac, Toyota, or Honda. What's the point of anything else? Could be why I'm a brand snob. When it comes to purchasing, I trust him implicitly. If he thinks it's a good brand and that I should buy it, why would I question it. He's one of the funniest people I know but he can be just as stern when he needs to be. He's got this tough exterior which let's face it, you have to have with four daughters. He turns into a big old softy when he knows your really hurting though. Now that I think about it, I'm almost scared to introduce him to another guy I'm dating because I'm not sure he trusts my judgement anymore after the first husband fiasco.
