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At the risk of losing followers (I know that somehow switching that URL in your reader is like, the hardest thing EVER.)  I decided that it was time for bigger and better things!

My new blog site is:

www.an-infinite-summer.com

I really like it.

So if you want to keep following, please update your feeds.  I won't be using this site any longer.

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Adoption

After a conversation with a dear friend today, I got to thinking about these two.  I don't actually know them.  They are friends of a friend.  But their video brings me to tears every. time.  Let's help that baby come home to his or her parents.  

A List

A Small List Of Things I Want To Do In This Life

Some are silly, some are serious, but they are all true.

Be a mom.

Write a book.

Live by the beach.

Buy Trey a suit that costs thousands of dollars.

Go scuba diving everywhere - especially Palau and The Great Barrier Reef.

Get a graduate degree in Psychology.

Go surfing in Bali.

Be as anaerobically fit as I was in high school and as aerobically fit as I was in college, at the same time.

Adopt.

Take more dance classes.

Do charity work.

Buy Trey a Mustang.

Be a motivational speaker.

Become a yogi.

Start a foundation to help girls, incorporating movement and positive self-image.

Become a gardener.

Run a marathon.

Pay cash for a house.

Continually create art - even if I'm the only one who sees it.

Change someone's life.

Marry Me

After talking with Jules about how she is marrying Cory Matthews,

Right? Right?

It made me think.

I married the guy that can't quite remember how many girls he has kissed.

I married the guy that could convince a girl to go out with him by sending a note through the bank drive through.

I married the guy that looks like this.

I married the guy who would wink at you not because he was a creeper, but because he knew exactly how smooth he was, and that it would make you a little weak in the knees.

I married the guy who figured out he could do the packets they give to people who fail a class, before classes actually started, and spent the last semester of high school with only two class periods.

I married a blonde, preppy, Californian charmer.

You guys, my life has come full circle.

!!!!

I married Zack Morris.

I Am A Reader

Let me paint you a picture.

My love affair with books started in first grade, when my teacher Mrs. Warnock gave me the first Boxcar Children book.

I am the girl who could not sit down to eat without something to read. I had to be forced not to read during Sunday dinners.

I am the girl who would look up after hours of reading and wonder where everyone was, even though I had apparently held full conversations with them before they left.

I am the girl who checked out the maximum number of books each time at the library, and who owned hundreds of Archie comics.

I am the girl who read Jane Eyre in 6th grade because her friend recommended it.

I am the girl who brought books to sleepovers, who brings four books on week long vacations, and who always has a book in her purse.

 I am also a re-reader. If I love a book I will read it over and over and over again. I will read it until I know the story by heart, and the characters and I are on a first name basis.

I have read some really great books lately.  And I will tell you about them.

But for now, all you need to know is that I am a reader.

Stuff I am Loving RIGHT. NOW.

This Guy

Because...sexaaaay.

This Color

Because yellow is the best.

This Nail Polish

Because OPI has changed my life forever.

This Text Message

Because...killjoy.

This Product

Because it is magic.

This Author

Because he speaks to my soul.

This Meme

Bahahahahahaha because it gets me every. single. time.

This Artist

Because he is phenomenal.

This Show

Because I will be 100 years old and still have the hots for Zack Morris.  That's just the way it is.

This Life

Because it's pretty freaking awesome.

Chicks Dig Scars

Well, at least, I dig my own scars.

It occurred to me while I was in the Bahamas (!!!), on a dive boat, looking down at the top of my left foot, that I will probably get a scar from where the fin was rubbing.

And that made me think about all of my other scars on my legs and feet.

I have two faint lines on each achilles, because I had the pointe shoe ribbons with elastic in them, and I liked them tied as tight as they would go.

I have a round scar above my right ankle from a day of non-stop dancing at drill camp.

I have two large lines on my left shin from battling a branch while hiking.

I have a round scar above my left ankle from a rope walker that I had to use to get out of a vertical cave bounce.

And now I have one on the top of my left foot from scuba diving.

As I realized all this, I thought, my scars are AWESOME!  

I could go on to write about the metaphorical and existential conundrums that scars are, and how they are symbolic for the meteoric struggles and imperfections that the vast collective humanity will leave upon the universe or something, but really, I was just thinking about my scars, and how they each got there.  That's all.

I hope I get a few more scars from doing awesome things, and lines from too many days in the sun, and wrinkles and crow's feet from smiling and laughing too much.

After all, these things can be incredibly useful.  I mean, Dumbledore had a scar above his left knee that was a perfect map of the London underground.  Useful.  

Remember

how I'm going here in THREE WEEKS?

Oh yeah, me too.

In preparation for the trip we have gotten our scuba diving certification.  Trey has been diving since he was like seven, but has never been certified, and I had never been.  This is something we had been planning on doing for a long time and this trip finally gave us an excuse.  Because there is UNLIMITED SCUBA DIVING.  Say what?

Let me tell you something about myself.

I have always wanted to be a mermaid.  The Little Mermaid was my favorite movie when I was little.  I watched it once a day and therefore broke the VHS tape so my parents had to get a new one (I so look forward to explaining to my kids what a VHS tape is).

I played mermaids in the pool, with the pool noodle as my seahorse.

I would try every time to swim like a mermaid (you all know what I'm talking about).

Well.  I can now officially breathe underwater and it is AWESOME.  One step closer to becoming Ariel.  (btw how awesome is it that I am married to a person who brings me closer to my mermaid dreams?)

Now all I need is one of these and I am good to go.

RIGHT??

Thoughts on Babies

You know what I think is a terribly rude question?

"So...when are you going to have one?"

You all know what "one" I am talking about.  I get asked this question a lot.  And every time I give a polite, "Oh boy, I don't know....!!!"  but in my head I'm thinking,

a) How much more personal of a question could you ask?  The choice of if and when to have children is between Husband, Wife and God.  Not you, Nosy Norma.

b) What if this is a sensitive subject?  What if he wants kids now and I want them in 5 years?  What if I want 10 and he wants 2?

c) What if, heaven forbid, knock on wood, throw salt over my shoulder and spin around three times, we were trying to get pregnant and it just hadn't happened yet?

Seriously people.

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Confession:  I don't really like other peoples' kids.

(Except for my brand new one and only perfect niece Lilly.  I die.)

This probably makes me a horrible person.  But really.  I never wanted to be a nanny in NYC, or run my own preschool.  I never even babysat that much.  

I mean, I love babies.  I love kids.  I think they are hilarious, I really like playing with them because we're pretty much on the same level, but I also like giving them back.  I can't handle the parents who stand around talking about their little "rug rats and shmoopsie pies" while their children run around with snot dripping out of their noses coughing on everybody.  (You all know the type.  Don't pretend.)

I don't think changing diapers is a magical experience.

I am not excited to fatten up and barf all the time.

I think childbirth is gross.  ('They have fingernails.  Fingernails!')

But.

I 

am

so 

excited

to

be

a

mom.

I don't know how to express my joy, my burning desire to be a mother.

You can call me baby hungry, or whatever.

I know I will love my children beyond belief.  I already do.  I pray for them.  I think about being a mother every single day.  And when I think about being a mother I think about singing my kids to sleep.  And when I think about singing my kids to sleep I think about singing I am a Child of God to them.  And I tear up every. single. time.  (For real.  I teared about about 5 times just thinking about writing this.)

The fact that some little being that will be a part of me and Trey could be entrusted to our care, and be so helpless that we have to see to their every need, is both terrifying and astounding.

The fact that the calling to be a parent is so strong that women have been, are and will be giving up their bodies so completely, and without any regard for themselves so that someone else can live and grow and come into this world is absolutely mind blowing.

The fact that a child being conceived, growing and being born ready for this earth can even physically happen is a miracle.

It is a miracle.

The fact that one of Heavenly Father's precious spirits could come to live with us, be one of ours -- there are no words.

It is said that being a parent is the ultimate act of selflessness.  People give up their lives so completely for their children.  And that is true.  But I have to believe that being a parent brings so much joy and makes life so much more complete that it could be argued that it is the other way around.

I may not be everyone's go-to babysitter.  But I will be the greatest mother.  Because I will love my child, my children, more than anyone.  I sometimes feel as if I am going to burst with love and anticipation.

But if you ask me when I am going to have one, I'll punch you in the face.