No, I will not be spending my first General Conference as a married woman cuddled up to my husband on the couch listening to the prophet. I will be here:
It's a resort in Del Mar, California, where my company is having an off-site meeting this weekend. And you know how I feel about it? Sad. I would much rather be with my husband anywhere than at some fancy, beautiful resort without him. Especially for conference weekend. And I know I'm being a baby, but it makes me want to cry.