So, this guy.. Man. Where do I even start? He is.. MY HERO. THE MOST CHRISTLIKE PERSON I KNOW. THE BEST BIG BROTHER ANYONE COULD ASK FOR. None of these do him justice. I just love him a whole lot.
He saved me from the ugliest name of all time. He always made sure that he wailed on Ben for wailing on me. He baptized me. He showed me that you should always get up and bear your testimony. He showed me that missions are the greatest. He's made me cry more than anyone else, usually happy tears, but still. He's shown me the pure love of Christ.
He used to get up every fast Sunday and bear his testimony. Hey, I wonder where I got the idea to do that? ;)
He baptized me, ON HIS BIRTHDAY NONETHELESS.
I remember the day before he left on his mission, I was basically the most heart broken little ten year old alive, I didn't want to leave his side. Not until I absolutely had to. So, that night, I fell asleep in his bed, and he, being the incredible big brother he is, let me sleep there. UGH. I JUST LOVE HIM TOO MUCH. The next morning we drove him down to the MTC.. aka the saddest day of my life. Haha. I was just CLINGING to him the whole drive down there.
Let's not comment on what an unfortunate child I was, okay?
And when he went on his mission, they did this AWFUL thing where you would go in and sit with them, have a little meeting or whatever, and then the last song would be Called to Serve. (here comes the torturous part) When the song was over, you gave them one last hug, and the missionaries went out the door on the right, and the families went out the door on the left. WHOEVER THOUGHT THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA WAS CRAZY. I'm pretty sure I've never cried as hard as I did that day. Haha oh man... Good times, good times.
The day after he had left on his mission, I forgot that he was gone. So I went down to his bedroom..... to find it empty. HEART=BROKEN. Those two years without him were a little rough. But he blessed so many lives while he was out.
Faaaaaast forward to when he came home.
OH MY. Seeing him at the top of the escalators was the absolute best feeling of my life. MY BEST FRIEND IS HOOOOOOME. Round two of me not letting go of him until I absolutely had to.
He's shown me that even though things don't always go like they're supposed to, they work out. He's shown me that Christ is the only way.
Whenever I think about my Savior, Mike comes to mind too. Because I know that he would do ANYTHING for me, just as my Savior already has. He's shown me that a life of living the gospel leads to happiness.
There are not enough words in the universe to explain how absolutely blessed I am to have such a rock in my life. I can't even to begin to describe what an influence he's had on my life. I don't thank my Father in Heaven enough for this boy.
Haha, as the tears run down my face as I'm writing this I can just hear him telling me, "No boobin" I CAN'T HELP IT OKAY? Besides, I know you are too. Because every time you tell me that is when you start sniffling too.. So.. there.
How do I know what the Savior's love feels like? Because when I've been crying my eyes out, praying to Heavenly Father for comfort, I feel the Savior's arms embrace me in the tightest hug imaginable. Just like this one.
Ladies and gentlemen.. I KNOW that this gospel is true. I KNOW that my Savior lives. I KNOW that my Father in Heaven has a plan for me. And I know that when I was up in the pre mortal existence, watching this big football game of life on the big screen TV, I was watching how amazing my family was. And I am SO grateful that my Heavenly Father placed me with them. I KNOW the the Book of Mormon is true. I know that it is SO important to have a relationship with God and Jesus Christ. I'll never be able to thank them enough for giving me the best brother in the world who lives the gospel, who has been the most amazing example to me all my life. I love him bigger than the universe.
Families are forever. The Church is true. God is real. He loves you.
xoxo, Sarah
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