ch-ch-changes

we spent christmas with our toes in the sand with people we love

we both turned 22

i became an official college graduate

i got a new job

trey is taking the hardest classes known to man

we are going back to the beach in less than a month

we still go on lots of little dates

watch lots of movies

are super busy

laugh a lot

& are madly in love.

life is good.

yesterday in church somehow we got on the subject of boys vs. girls.

according to trey no matter what science says it will be all my fault if we have all girls.

it was agreed upon that boys are easier

and that there should at least be two girls so then they can go be dramatic together.

even so, i still want both.

me: "but all the girl stuff is cuter!"

him: "yeah. but i don't have to shoot girlfriends."

good point.

he is going to be such a good dad.

people

Photographs are still not uploading.

Christmas posts will have to wait.

But my California Christmas was fabulous, thanks for asking!

I've been thinking about people a lot.

You know.

Human Interest type stuff.

I feel like I have a lot of those stories from work.

People are amazing.

Sad, funny, touching and amazing.

Like the mom who woke up at 4:00 a.m. to take the bus from Clearfield to Bountiful to come to therapy before work. She supports her husband and 8 kids. 4 of which are handicapped. 2 of which are severely handicapped and require around-the-clock care.

Or the lady who reads the Book of Mormon to her husband so he won't fall asleep (it doesn't work).

Or the nicest sweetest guy who when I called his house to confirm an appointment his wife told me he doesn't live there anymore.

Or the patient who told me that we were all like candles in a dark room.

Or the guy who explained to me that the reason it's so awkward to live with his girlfriend and his girlfriend's daughter is that his girlfriend's daughter is is ex-girlfriend whhaaaat.

Or the patient who told me her dad (who is also a patient and 85 years old) and her mom will just sit together for hours in their armchairs talking, reading, laughing and holding hands.

Or the mom who had to hold on surgery for months because she couldn't afford the 3 days off of work it would take.

Or the 300 lb. biker who brought his autistic son in and listened and agreed with everything he said.

Or the patients whose spouses come to therapy with them everyday and follow them around just to talk.

Or the patient who, when noticing the sequins on a therapist's shirt said, "What, what are those? Medals for all the patients you've killed??"

Or the patient who has a Phd and now because of disease can hardly make himself understood.

Or the 70-80 year old patient whose husband exercises right along side her and says, "babe no, do the other one, I already did this one, then we can be next to each other."

Or the patient who when I complimented her on her execution of an exercise bounced up and proudly told me, "I'm 85!"

Or the guy who's daughter came with him and he held on to her as if she were the center of his universe.

Or the patient whose husband fills her pockets with M&M's before therapy

because he knows she likes to snack on them.

People rock.

To My California Boy:

Happy Birthday!

on decembereleventhtwothousandandten

(late post because we were constantly together till now. i'm not mad.)

22 reasons why i love yur fayce:

(in no particular order)

1. You're a Mac junkie.

2. When I'm stressed and crying you hug me and tell me I'm beautiful. Then you proceed to systematically bring down every reason I give you to be stressed. It's awesome.

3. Your sense of humor is hilarious and you can always make me laugh (and when you laugh you close one eye and your shoulders shake, its adorable).

4. You love the beach as much as I do and I know we'll make it to Hawaii.

5. You'll watch girly movies with me.

6. You'll randomly pick me up/spin me around/dance/battle royale with me.

7. You're totally hot.

8. You like doing rad things like building forts.

9. Your favorite superhero is Aquaman.

10. You always do the dishes even when its not your turn.

11. Your winks.

12. You are a fantastic kisser.

13. I can talk to you about anything.

14. You always get excited to tell me new things about technology even when I have no clue what you're talking about.

15. You have such an amazingly strong testimony and are one of the hardest workers I've ever met.

16. You picked 25 for your lacrosse number because you like Christmas.

17. You're probably the only one who could ever challenge me at Harry Potter trivia (I'd still win.)

18. You get really, really upset at Utah drivers.

19. You get this look on your face when you think you're being sneaky.

20. We're so awesome together we've had multiple songs written about us. But seriously. We have.

21. You're the most chilled out person I know.

22. I love every second that I'm with you. You are my best friend and I can't wait to grow old and wrinkly (prune-y?) on our surfboards together.

I LOVE YOU!

(no pictures because blogger is being dumb...anyone else having that problem?)

Sunday Love

Sunday was pretty average.

Except for when the Bishop entered our SS class and said

"President Monson will be with us in sacrament meeting today, so can we get to our seats a little early?"

um what?

Apparently his grandson is in our ward and was blessing his baby.

Who knew!

Of course I immediately started tearing up. The spirit was so strong the whole testimony meeting.

At the end he got up and said a few words.

Made a few jokes.

And basically said, don't worry about anything. If you are doing the Lord's will, he's got your back.

Which is of course exactly what I needed to hear.

I also would like to share this poem with you.

Because I think its beautiful and paints such a fantastic picture in my mind

(I'll bet he was singing and dancing)

Morning Person

Vassar Miller

God, best at making in the morning tossed

stars and planets, singing and dancing, rolled

Saturn's rings spinning and humming, twirled the earth

so hard it coughed and spat the moon up, brilliant

bubble floating around it for good, stretched holy

hands till birds in nervous sparks flew forth from

them and beasts - lizards, big and little, apes,

lions, elephants, dogs and cats cavorting,

tumbling over themselves, dizzy with joy when

God made us in the morning too, both man

and woman, leaving Adam no time for

sleep so nimbly was Eve bouncing out of

his side till as night came everything and

everybody, growing tired, declined, sat

down in one soft descended Hallelujah.

You can't tell me that's not wonderful.

And I'll leave you with this:

us in our hats from our Christmas poppers

(just like in Harry Potter)

I feel...

content.

Right now.

This moment in time.

I feel

Peace.

I am sitting next to my favorite reading lamp.

Looking at my christmas tree.

Listening to my julesy.

Waiting for my California Boy to come home.

I feel clean.

I feel healthy.

I feel strong.

I feel beautiful.

I have so much going on, so much to get stressed about, to get done.

I don't care.

I am happy.

Weekend Recap...

of the last two months.

Wha???

I am a terrible blogger.

Well.

Its most likely because of all the

AWESOME STUFF

We have been doing these past two months.

We drove to California and stayed for a w h o l e w e e k.

It was b-e-a-utiful.

We went surfing.

And ate sushi on the beach.

And hung out with the awesome Richard's family.

And went to the same Mexican restaurant three times in the same week.

We watched non-scary Halloween related movies.

(Us = Wimps)

And ate a whole bowl of Halloween candy.

We have had movie/pizza parties on the living room floor.

Went to dinner with friends.

And had candlelit fastfood dinners.

We gathered all of our caving gear.

And drove all the way to Logan.

All the way up through the majority of Logan Canyon.

To go caving.

In a blizzard.

And we purposely pulled off the road to see if we'd get stuck.

We did.

And so we drove home.

It was hilarious.

We have celebrated Thanksgiving.

And bought our first Christmas Tree.

And maybe the most upset we have been our entire marriage

is when our Harry Potter spells app wasn't working on our iPhones

and we couldn't properly duel each other.

Little Letters

Dear blog:

I'm sorry I neglect you.

I am busy.

I'll do better.

Let's stay friends.

Dear homework:

We are sad that you are here, and interfere with our fun time.

Thanks a heap for having due dates all at the same time.

But mostly thanks for keeping us smart.

Dear crockpot:

Thank you for making me seem like a better cook than I really am.

Dear weather:

I kinda like you like this.

Don't tell Summer.

But don't get any colder ok?

Dear California:

We will see you in two days!

You have stolen my heart.

Dear Karate Kid:

I forgot how hard core you are.

Your awesomeness blows my mind.

Just like Mr. Miagi's healing hand powers.

Dear husband:

Thanks for being so hilarious.

And the best friend I've ever had.

And for putting up with my spAzinesS.

And I'm sorry I didn't make the bed.