In a world where bare shoulders are scandalous, movies are PG and "Oh my Heck" is the explitive of choice.
A world where three-two beer is a strong drink, kool-aid is a mixed drink and coffee is sinful...
I found myself in a strappy summer dress with my morning coffee and bikini clad daughters headed to the lake for what I was worried was a day of judgement.
Before I arrived in Utah, I had made a promise to myself to be honest. Honest about who I am, what I believe and how I live. Although It cost me many night's sleep before the trip and created butterflies in my stomach every morning of our family reunion I'm glad for my choice.
I want to be accepted and loved for who I am, not who I am pretending to be.
And you know what....
I was. My family, for the most part, was accepting and kind. There were a few moments where shock, disapproval or saddness at my life choices was apparent. There are a few with whom I will never be accepted. But overall, they were great and really tried to show that they do still love me and want me around even when I am being "real".