Princesa

Many of you know that Diego and I attend a Spanish speaking branch of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It isn't because he doesn't speak English or that I speak Spanish for that matter. It's just where we feel like we are supposed to be. I have done many things in my life based on this "feeling" or as I like to think if it, being guided by the Spirit. Heck, the Spirit is what brought me to Arizona (for no seeming good reason) only to meet my awesome husband the next day. Needless to say, I trust the Spirit. Anyway. I digress. The Relief Society (or women's organization) of this Spanish branch had an activity. My plaque says, "Princess. Daughter of a Heavenly King." BTW, I bore my testimony in Spanish this past Sunday. Well, it was only a few sentences long and Diego was standing by my side (like I was a primary kid) in case I forgot a word. When he started to feed me lines, I pushed him away and everyone laughed. I wanted to do it myself! I was very proud of myself...