What more can I say about the amazing man that I married? Should I tell you how he always puts me first? Or how he finds little ways to make me feel special every single day? I could go on for hours about how in his mind, I really am a princess, and am therefore treated as such. Maybe the best thing I could say is I'm pretty convinced the first thought that comes into his mind every morning is, "How can I make my sweet wife happy today?"
Two years ago I knelt across an alter and promised to love, honor, and cherish Brenton for time and all eternity. Every time I think about it my heart fills with gratitude for the Restoration of the gospel, and the blessings that come through faithful obedience to the ordinances of the temple. Marriage has brought me greater joy and prosperity than I ever imagined.
I'm amazed that two years have passed by since my wedding day. While that may have been the day I looked the prettiest, it isn't the day I've been the happiest. Yes, up to that point, it was. However, since being married to my best friend my happiness has only continued to increase. There have been challenges both emotionally and physically, but there have also been immense blessings, the greatest one being the birth of our son, Ryan. Nothing in this life can compare to the joy that comes from seeing your child for the very first time, and knowing that he is sealed to you and your spouse forever. Even if all you get to do that first time is feel his tiny hand wrapped around your finger as he lies in a NICU bed, the bond is still there.
To my dear husband, I love you, I adore you, and I admire you in so many ways. You are the best choice I ever made, and the best part of each day is discovering more reasons as to why you are the perfect fit for me. May this next year be as wonderful as the first two of our 50-year honeymoon, and once that honeymoon's over, let's start another one. Happy Anniversary, sweetheart.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Celebrations with Best Friends
Hurray for the weather starting to warm up! It seems like everything in life goes better when there's sunshine. It was a very fast semester for Brenton, but I'm so happy to see him doing so well in his classes and enjoying his major. When he wasn't studying, we spent some time with our best friends, celebrating graduations, birthdays, and friendships.
A few weeks ago we had Laura and Parker over for dinner. They have both been very dear friends of mine since college, and Parker will be moving very soon. We wanted to see him before he set out. It was a lovely dinner, but more importantly, lovely company. Parker brought his famous cheesecake, which surprisingly after all this time I still hadn't had. It definitely lived up to all the hype, and was amazingly delicious. It was great to see Parker before he headed off to the next big adventure in his life. Happy trials, dear friend!
A few weeks ago we had Laura and Parker over for dinner. They have both been very dear friends of mine since college, and Parker will be moving very soon. We wanted to see him before he set out. It was a lovely dinner, but more importantly, lovely company. Parker brought his famous cheesecake, which surprisingly after all this time I still hadn't had. It definitely lived up to all the hype, and was amazingly delicious. It was great to see Parker before he headed off to the next big adventure in his life. Happy trials, dear friend!
Last Saturday was our friend Ethan's birthday. He came over and played Wii games with Brenton, while I made an inside-out Oreo cake for us to celebrate with. I even made my own chocolate frosting, and it was the first Martha Stewart recipe I didn't mess up. The frosting was amazing! It was fun to celebrate, and great to eat a yummy cake! Happy Birthday, Ethan!
Make a wish!
Right before he blew out the candles, Ryan let out a huge burp, and Ethan laughed so hard he couldn't blow out the candles.
Finally got em!
I asked them to smile, and they both gave me this face .Are they best friends or what?
That's better.
Ryan enjoyed the cake, too. Most of it ended up in crumbs on the floor, but in his defense, cake is pretty hard to eat with your hands.
Thanks to our best friends that we love spending time with. You bring so much love and joy to our family, and we are very grateful. Life is always a bit more merry when you have wonderful friends to share it with. We love you.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
A Day Like This
So mothers, tell me. Have you ever had a day like this?
Your days begins with a baby who peed so much in the night that his diaper is sodden and the sheets need to be washed. You get everything changed, including your baby, and get downstairs in attempt to start the laundry, but your baby is fussing so much that the laundry gets set aside. You get your baby a bottle which he refuses to drink unless you hold it for him, which means you completely forget about breakfast for yourself. Your baby is finally calm enough to play with some toys, and you remember that you need to eat. However, as you go into the kitchen, you hear your baby rip through his diaper in a massive blowout. You don't get there in time, which means he has pooped all the way up his back in his March Madness shirt that matches Daddy's, which they were going to wear that night while watching the championship game. Not only did he blow through his shirt, but it also seeped into the carpet.
By the time you get everything cleaned up, your baby is sitting in just a diaper while you run the dirty one out to the dumpster, and run upstairs to grab him a new outfit. On your way to start the laundry and get his shirt clean, you receive a text from your bank informing you that your credit card payment is overdue, even though you paid the bill over a week ago. You spend the next half hour battling with customer service to get the problem resolved, and forget all about the laundry.
After feeding your baby cereal with sweet potatoes, which in turn gets all over the tablecloth you just washed the day before, you look over at your sink which is piled high with dirty dishes. You begin scrubbing pots and pans, and while you're up to your elbows in sudsy water, your baby drops his toy and begins screaming. You dry yourself off, put him in his swing for a nap with Baby Einstein on, and go back to the dishes. By the time you get all the dishes done and the dishwasher started, you remember you never started the laundry. However, you remember that you can't have the dishwasher and the clothes washer running at the same time, or your laundry room will flood. On the plus side, your baby is finally asleep, and you can go upstairs, fix your hair, and put on some makeup.
You go into the bedroom to make the bed, when you hear your baby crying. Naptime's over, apparently. As you pull your baby out of the swing, you see that he has yet again, pooped through his diaper and consequently, all over the swing. You spend the next hour cleaning your baby, putting him in yet another outfit, and cleaning the swing. The good news is now the dishwasher's done, and you can begin the laundry.
Now that the laundry's started, the day has flown by and you need to get dinner started. It then dawns on you that you've had virtually nothing to eat that day, so you munch on the vegetables you're simultaneously chopping while singing "Old MacDonald" to your fussy baby to keep him happy.
Somehow, the laundry gets done, the house is cleaned up, dinner is prepared, and the baby is in his matching t-shirt for when Daddy gets home. You eat dinner as a family and watch the game together, with your stomach full for the first time all day. You watch your baby smile and giggle as you play with him, and wonder how you ever were happy without him. Then you look at your husband, who is so in love with you, and so in love with his baby boy, and you realize you're the luckiest girl in the world.
Now mothers, have you ever had a day like this? I'm guessing the answer is, "when have I NOT had a day like this?"
Your days begins with a baby who peed so much in the night that his diaper is sodden and the sheets need to be washed. You get everything changed, including your baby, and get downstairs in attempt to start the laundry, but your baby is fussing so much that the laundry gets set aside. You get your baby a bottle which he refuses to drink unless you hold it for him, which means you completely forget about breakfast for yourself. Your baby is finally calm enough to play with some toys, and you remember that you need to eat. However, as you go into the kitchen, you hear your baby rip through his diaper in a massive blowout. You don't get there in time, which means he has pooped all the way up his back in his March Madness shirt that matches Daddy's, which they were going to wear that night while watching the championship game. Not only did he blow through his shirt, but it also seeped into the carpet.
By the time you get everything cleaned up, your baby is sitting in just a diaper while you run the dirty one out to the dumpster, and run upstairs to grab him a new outfit. On your way to start the laundry and get his shirt clean, you receive a text from your bank informing you that your credit card payment is overdue, even though you paid the bill over a week ago. You spend the next half hour battling with customer service to get the problem resolved, and forget all about the laundry.
After feeding your baby cereal with sweet potatoes, which in turn gets all over the tablecloth you just washed the day before, you look over at your sink which is piled high with dirty dishes. You begin scrubbing pots and pans, and while you're up to your elbows in sudsy water, your baby drops his toy and begins screaming. You dry yourself off, put him in his swing for a nap with Baby Einstein on, and go back to the dishes. By the time you get all the dishes done and the dishwasher started, you remember you never started the laundry. However, you remember that you can't have the dishwasher and the clothes washer running at the same time, or your laundry room will flood. On the plus side, your baby is finally asleep, and you can go upstairs, fix your hair, and put on some makeup.
You go into the bedroom to make the bed, when you hear your baby crying. Naptime's over, apparently. As you pull your baby out of the swing, you see that he has yet again, pooped through his diaper and consequently, all over the swing. You spend the next hour cleaning your baby, putting him in yet another outfit, and cleaning the swing. The good news is now the dishwasher's done, and you can begin the laundry.
Now that the laundry's started, the day has flown by and you need to get dinner started. It then dawns on you that you've had virtually nothing to eat that day, so you munch on the vegetables you're simultaneously chopping while singing "Old MacDonald" to your fussy baby to keep him happy.
Somehow, the laundry gets done, the house is cleaned up, dinner is prepared, and the baby is in his matching t-shirt for when Daddy gets home. You eat dinner as a family and watch the game together, with your stomach full for the first time all day. You watch your baby smile and giggle as you play with him, and wonder how you ever were happy without him. Then you look at your husband, who is so in love with you, and so in love with his baby boy, and you realize you're the luckiest girl in the world.
Now mothers, have you ever had a day like this? I'm guessing the answer is, "when have I NOT had a day like this?"
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