There's A First Time For Everything

Never in my right mind did I think I would start a blog.
And yet, here I am!
First off, I am a terrible journal keeper.  Five entries is probably my maximum, and then I just give up altogether. Maybe that's what pushed me to start this.  Or maybe I noticed how many people on Facebook actually have a blog, and I decided to conform.  Whatever the reason, I'm excited to start documenting my life in hopes that my friends and family will have some tiny form of proof in the future that I existed. :)
Lately I've been thinking a lot about "firsts".  We all have memories of our first day of high school, our first crush, our first best friend, our first job.  Some of us might even have memories of our first skinned knee, our first broken heart, or even our first beginnings of a testimony.  This year has definitely been a year of firsts for me as I have continued to try and figure out who Chloe Briscoe really is.  Not only has this year claimed the first time I have ever eaten frozen corn-dogs for a full week and the first full day I've spent cleaning up chimp poop, but it has provided me with some pretty grand "firsts" if I do say so myself.  Such as the first opportunity to study the life of our Savior in great detail.  Or the first time I've ever been lucky enough to learn to play the ukulele or win a chess game.  Or the first time I've been blessed with the opportunity to help tsunami survivors clean up their once beautiful neighborhoods.
Sometimes the sweetest firsts are the simple ones.  I can still remember how I felt after hugging my mom for the first time in three months at Christmas.  I can still remember playing Batman Lego on xbox with my littlest brother for the first time, laughing and trying to beat the Joker.
My least favorite "first" of them all is probably the one I have learned the most from.  That's usually (and unfortunately) how it goes.  All I know, is having someone break your heart hurts.  I'd rather clean up the chimp poop five times over.  But sometimes it has to get worse before it gets better. :)  And although I'm still struggling with slowly picking up the pieces of my heart, I'm planning on re-gluing them back together.
For the first time. :)