One of my happiest things to do is look through old photos and reminisce about the happy times I have had. The trick is, you can't be SAD because those times are over, just happy because you HAD those times and be grateful for them. I have been blessed with LOTS of happy memories. Each year gets better and better, but each year has been AWESOME.
This weekend, we worked hard to make some new memories for Nathan. One of those things that we have started doing is biking together as a family. Over the last couple of months, we have purchased 2 bikes and an infant seat. We all load up and take off! This weekend we went to a beautiful park just ten minutes from our home. There are miles and miles of bike trails. There also is an amazing playground. Memories GALORE!
Go make some awesome memories. And smile about them : )
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Toxic
"Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die." -- Carrie Fisher
On Saturday, my church, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, had their semi-annual General Conference, where we get to hear from all of our prophets, apostles, and other leaders of the Church. It was MARVELOUS!!! There were 5 two-hours sessions over Saturday and Sunday. At the first session on Saturday morning, our prophet, President Thomas S. Monson, stood up to make some announcements. One of those things announced was that the age for missionaries going out would be lowered to 18 for males and 19 for females (previously it was 19 for males, 21 for females). Everyone was so shocked, including myself! I mean, it makes a lot of sense, and I think those boys and girls that are spiritually mature to go out early will be a tremendous help to the mission work.
Well, when the change was announced, I cried. Not because I was excited, but because I was jealous! One of the rules in the Church states that the daughters of Mission Presidents can leave on their missions when they are 19, instead of 21. For YEARS during high school and early college, I prayed that my parents would be called as mission presidents so I could leave on my mission early. No luck. And then, when my application was complete and I was almost 21 years old, I was prompted by the Holy Ghost not to go, but to marry Dave instead. So I did! No mission.
So, when President Monson made 19 the new line for sister missionaries I was green with envy. "Not fair!" I thought. "I prayed for this for years and it came too late! Do these young ladies now how LUCKY they are?" Yep, horribly selfish thing to think (I am a very selfish person. I try not to be, but sometimes that weakness shows a little stronger than I'd want it to...). And then, THEN, I remembered that if I had left on my mission at 19 years of age, I never would have moved to that one apartment building for my sophmore year with all my freshman year roommates. Therefore, I never would have met the funny, handsome, and frankly awesome red-hed guy that had just moved in too. And I wouldn't have married him.
Or had this adorable carrot-top dirt eater.
The Lord was answering my prayers all along, just He knew that the RIGHT answer for ME was to say NO. And I am so grateful. My life is beautiful.
On Saturday, my church, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, had their semi-annual General Conference, where we get to hear from all of our prophets, apostles, and other leaders of the Church. It was MARVELOUS!!! There were 5 two-hours sessions over Saturday and Sunday. At the first session on Saturday morning, our prophet, President Thomas S. Monson, stood up to make some announcements. One of those things announced was that the age for missionaries going out would be lowered to 18 for males and 19 for females (previously it was 19 for males, 21 for females). Everyone was so shocked, including myself! I mean, it makes a lot of sense, and I think those boys and girls that are spiritually mature to go out early will be a tremendous help to the mission work.
Well, when the change was announced, I cried. Not because I was excited, but because I was jealous! One of the rules in the Church states that the daughters of Mission Presidents can leave on their missions when they are 19, instead of 21. For YEARS during high school and early college, I prayed that my parents would be called as mission presidents so I could leave on my mission early. No luck. And then, when my application was complete and I was almost 21 years old, I was prompted by the Holy Ghost not to go, but to marry Dave instead. So I did! No mission.
So, when President Monson made 19 the new line for sister missionaries I was green with envy. "Not fair!" I thought. "I prayed for this for years and it came too late! Do these young ladies now how LUCKY they are?" Yep, horribly selfish thing to think (I am a very selfish person. I try not to be, but sometimes that weakness shows a little stronger than I'd want it to...). And then, THEN, I remembered that if I had left on my mission at 19 years of age, I never would have moved to that one apartment building for my sophmore year with all my freshman year roommates. Therefore, I never would have met the funny, handsome, and frankly awesome red-hed guy that had just moved in too. And I wouldn't have married him.
Or had this adorable carrot-top dirt eater.
The Lord was answering my prayers all along, just He knew that the RIGHT answer for ME was to say NO. And I am so grateful. My life is beautiful.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Here's a Splash of Sunshine!
I don't remember too many things clearly about my years in primary and secondray schools growing up. I remember teachers, friends, some big assignments, but not too much about the day to day stuff. Most of the stuff I DO remember all happened in science class (makes sense if you know me. I am a HUGE science lover.) like learning about the eye, or all the bones in the body, how an airplane flies, and what happens to your hand when it gets bitten by a Brown Recluse spider (yuck).
One of my strongest memories from school, though, was a day where we had a substitute. She put on a video about the Amazing Human Body. In that show, it was teaching us about the ear and showed us a clip of a young woman getting a cochlear implant and hearing for the first time. They played a little segment of Mozart. The woman was SO happy. She was crying. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. What an awesome thing to be able to bring such joy to a person. I realized just how BLESSED I was to have my hearing.
I heard today that my good friend from high school's daughter is finally going to get a cochlear implant. She is 2 years old and adorably mischievous. I am SO excited for them. It is my happy thought.
There are tons of videos nowadays floating around on youtube about cochlear implants. Every single one makes me cry. Here are some of my favorites though. I couldn't choose just one. See if they don't make you smile and be a little more grateful for the gift God gave you; sound, and the ability to hear it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDD7Ohs5tAk (little baby)
Oh my goodness. SO SWEET! I cried all over again. The BEST.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Break in the Clouds
On Saturday it rained all day. As you know, those of you who have been following my posts over the last month, I LOVE the rain, to go play in it and watch it wash all the filth away. We spent the morning outside again, splashing in puddles.
Once Nathan had enough of the rain, my husband told me to go for a run. He knows how I REALLY want to get back in shape, it's just tough with a little kid who is so active. Dave essentially shoved me out the door, saying he had it under control. Bless him.
It was a marvelous run. It was so much easier to run for a long period of time because the misty rain kept me cool. I just ran till my legs started to give me the heads up that the next day they'd be sore. It felt awesome!
We will be moving who knows where when The Hubs graduates next spring. We've been looking at the Pacific NW and I've worried that maybe it would be TOO wet there for me. Saturday's run was a conformation to me that I'd be happy there.
ESPECIALLY if I got to buy some freakin' sweet galoshes : )
Once Nathan had enough of the rain, my husband told me to go for a run. He knows how I REALLY want to get back in shape, it's just tough with a little kid who is so active. Dave essentially shoved me out the door, saying he had it under control. Bless him.
It was a marvelous run. It was so much easier to run for a long period of time because the misty rain kept me cool. I just ran till my legs started to give me the heads up that the next day they'd be sore. It felt awesome!
We will be moving who knows where when The Hubs graduates next spring. We've been looking at the Pacific NW and I've worried that maybe it would be TOO wet there for me. Saturday's run was a conformation to me that I'd be happy there.
ESPECIALLY if I got to buy some freakin' sweet galoshes : )
The Tacky Galoshes Girl : ) a.k.a. my friend Melissa Condie. I WANT THESE! : )
And don't get me started on all the adorable choices for little boys!
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