Why yes, I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. If you’ve been here more than a week, that probably isn’t a surprise. I was born to two mormon parents and have attended the LDS church weekly since then. This is what growing looked like (for me):
At age 6: No Sunday birthday parties and no Saturday sleepovers. Assisted prayers by my bed each night.
At age 8: A very special birthday, a chance to invite friends to church, and understanding what happy tears were like. *
At age 10: A trip to New England for the Boston temple dedication and a resolution to get married there, someday.
At age 12: No R rated movies (I couldn’t even watch PG13 movies yet) and no tank tops in the summer. Three hours at church each Sunday and a week of girls camp in the summer.
At age 13: No school dances. Wednesday night youth group activities. Monday night family night.
At age 14: A quiet afternoon in the hills of Vermont, a simple question, and an overwhelming divine answer. No more leaning on my parents’ faith.
At age 15: No dating, no swearing, and answering lots of questions about why not.
At age 16: Daily bible study before school, a summer on the hill**, and dates with door-opening boys.
At age 17: Nothing more than kissing, no drugs, no drinking, and no studying on Sundays. Sleeves on a prom dress, one piece swim suits, and basketball shorts at girls camp.
At age 18: Counting down to college, moving to Utah, and having a completely sober (and incredibly fun) freshman year.
At age 20: Getting married in the temple, for time and all eternity, to a return missionary who became my best friend.