So today was the last Sunday in college. It was probably one of the saddest things that has ever happened to me. I honestly love my ward so much and I am so sad to say goodbye to these people. They have become some of my best, closest friends in the whole world and I wouldn't be the person I am without them. I have become closer to these people in the past few months than I could have ever imagined, and I am proud to say they're my ward family. We have our disagreements and fights, just like any ward, but in the end I couldn't ask for a better group of people to spend my Sundays, and lots of days in between, with.

We have the best leaders and advisers in the whole world and I love each and every one of them!

So 55th ward, here's to date minutes, the gift of tongues, success, Santa Baby, the Hulk, pictures of Kurtis, break the fast, the wiggley microphone, our family being the Shiz, spoon assassin, finding the right shoe/tie, singing happy birthday in the weirdest ways, snaps, ALOHA, testimony bingo, jars of beans, ward council, pulling talks out of our sleeves, Nebraska being nothing (not really Sar. Love you!), the Dastrup's cute love, grounding Rachel from snap chatting, singing with the ward choir (once), setting up chairs by myself before Relief Society, presidency meetings, claiming our rows, late night talks, ward prayer, one and fun, and a million other things that I love about the 55th ward.

So here's to you all, and all the amazing things you taught me. Trust me, this isn't a ward I will ever forget.


Presidency:) Love them


At the ward day trip!


Family:)


 Bishop's house


My people:)

Happy Sunday everyone. And goodbye to the best YSA ward imaginable.