Faith By Autumn Whitehurst

Right around this time every year I feel like I'm about to enter something big, like a new interstellar place filled with opportunity. So, naturally, around this year I always feel like a baby chick chirping for her mother and, of course, Heavenly Father.

I don't know what it is that makes me feel this way. Maybe I still have leftover nerves from my school days (all school years began in August). But this time every year is always a gift because I get to know myself better through the people who Love me and support me. Last year it was only my mother and Father. This year it's my mother, my Father and my fiancé.