I am thankful for:
-almost being done with school
-cooking my first turkey with zero messing up
-getting to relax for a little while
-having a job that I love
-having a family that supports me even though they dont always understand
-being married to the most amazing man I know and being able to love him and have him love me back.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Love
Kyle is the greatest thing ever.
This weekend reaffirmed how much I love him.
Just being around him makes me happy.
We had some lazy, pillow talks. Those are the best.
When you are just laying together looking into each other eyes...knowing that is this person gets you so completely, more than anyone on this earth.
They like your weird quirkiness and don't mind too much if you are a little messy.
They will just remind you to pick up the pile of clothes....
My favorite thing to do since Kyle wont let us turn on the heat is to torture him.
It usually ends in an extreme wrestling match. He usually wins...
But I have a few tricks, I am very wiggly.
I have low blood pressure, so my hands and feet get cold. Really cold.
I try to get under his shirt and touch his skin with my cold hands or feet.
He hates it.
It makes me laugh so much.
Last night I couldn't get to sleep. Probably because of a 3 hour nap I took.
I lay in bed for an hour thinking. I was so greatful for the window in our room that showed the shadows of the tree right outside on the blinds. I stared at it and thought.
"I love my life. I love the decisions I have made and will be making. I know so deeply that they are right and will increase my happiness."
I have decided not to go to grad school. Telling my parents was heartbreaking. I didn't want to disappoint them. They have always wanted me to succeed.
I want to be a mother. SO BADLY.
I go to work and hold these beautiful babies and the desire grows stronger.
I play with the toddlers and laugh when they try to eat crayons.
The preschoolers, 5 year olds, and up and up. I secretly love them all.
I want my own. I want a life with children that bring me joy.
A masters degree couldn't never bring that much...
Monday, November 16, 2009
Reading MLIA in class is a bad idea.
I am in my womens studies class currently. The topic is violence against women. It is a deep subject, but overall this class is extremely boring. Today I decided to bring my computer.
After reading some articles I have resorted to the website mylifeisaverage.com
Basically its hilarious. The problem is, every now and then I have been snickering or snorting out laughs....
I hope they don't think I am laughing about violence against women...
I keep pretending I am blowing my nose.
After reading some articles I have resorted to the website mylifeisaverage.com
Basically its hilarious. The problem is, every now and then I have been snickering or snorting out laughs....
I hope they don't think I am laughing about violence against women...
I keep pretending I am blowing my nose.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I can see my breath
That is how cold it is in my apartment. Kyle promises that we will get a space heater this weekend...
I am a pansy.
To endure the cold, we will read scriptures.
I am a pansy.
To endure the cold, we will read scriptures.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sisters
Had the sisters over this weekend. This is what we did.
Saturday
Overall it was a very fun weekend.
Saturday
- kyle attacked us as the blanket monster for a good 30 minutes
- watched sonny with a chance and hannah montana
- ate some free chocolate at theo's and skipped the tour
- went to the space needle
- went to pike place (bought a mermaid, hair clip, crepe, and doughnuts)
- went to target to get margaret underwear (she forgot to bring some)
- went home and watched more hannah montana
- went to dinner at Koasamai (thai restaurant that catered our wedding)
- went to the fremont troll (margaret did NOT like it)
- went to WOW bubble tea and played connect four. Margaret legitimately beat me once.
- went home and watched Shirley Temple movies while Kyle watched FlashForward
Overall it was a very fun weekend.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
3 years
Today is the anniversary of my baptism into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
It has been three years since that day. That day when I knew my whole world would change. I remember waiting for my mom to drive me to the baptism. I was scared. I knew that this was a choice bigger than I could comprehend, but I walked forward into the baptismal font. Dressed in white a Priesthood holder immersed me into the water representing Christ. He is there to symbolize Christ and the covenant I was making with him. That if I joined this Church, I was making a big promise. A promise to live a clean, faithful life. He immersed me into the water washing away my past self. When I came out of the water I remember feeling so clean. I felt so happy, like I could never do wrong. I timidly said thank you to the missionary who baptized me and went to change into dry clothes. I remember falling to my knees in the dressing room. Dripping wet I muttered a simple prayer of thanks. I have no recollection of what I said, but I remember feeling so grateful.
Three years have past and I have grown. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and most importantly, spiritually. I never thought I could be where I am today. Married to a wonderful man, still striving to fulfill my end of my promise to Heavenly Father. Baptism isn't just about my promise though. A covenant has two ends. If I hold up my end, Heavenly Father has to hold up his. My end of the deal is to try my best. To give my greatest effort. Heavenly Father promises me that if I do that, no matter how meek, small, insignificant as it may seem to the world, he will know its my all. He promised a Savior to make up the difference, someone who would wash away the mistakes (which are inevitable) and cleanse me over and over. As long as I was sincere and continued forward Heavenly Father would grant me exaltation. Exaltation is immortality and eternal life with Him and my Savior.
I remember learning this throughout my 3 years. Pieces would click like a puzzle and gradually I gained a remembrance of things that I had learned before, not in this life but before I came to this earth. I was with my Heavenly Father and my Savior. I knew the plan. However, I was not raised in the Church and thus did not gain access to that knowledge until I was 18 years old. Over these three years my knowledge has grown. I thank Heavenly Father for providing me the capability to learn so quickly and understand the bigger picture. I know it has been Him with me, the entire way. Teaching me principles and preparing me little by little.
I am so grateful to be a member of this Church. I cannot deny the testimony I have received of this Church. It makes sense to me that God would continue to send revelation, because He loves us and He wants us to receive every possibility we can to learn. It makes sense not to drink alcohol or smoke or do drugs or even drink coffee. It makes sense that babies are innocent and if they died before they are eight, they are not accountable because they are innocent. Heavenly Father would not condemn them if they can't make choices on their own. It makes sense that I should be sealed to my family, my husband, for eternity. Family is the building block of this world. It is divinely created and I am so grateful for my family and my husband. It makes sense to have the Book of Mormon. It is so engaging and teaches such true principles that I cannot deny its truth. Judge that by its fruit. The Book of Mormon changes lives. Those who read it and abide by its doctrines and follow what it teaches will be better people for it.
I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father and for a Savior who suffered for us. I know that this Church is true and I am proud to call myself Mormon.
It has been three years since that day. That day when I knew my whole world would change. I remember waiting for my mom to drive me to the baptism. I was scared. I knew that this was a choice bigger than I could comprehend, but I walked forward into the baptismal font. Dressed in white a Priesthood holder immersed me into the water representing Christ. He is there to symbolize Christ and the covenant I was making with him. That if I joined this Church, I was making a big promise. A promise to live a clean, faithful life. He immersed me into the water washing away my past self. When I came out of the water I remember feeling so clean. I felt so happy, like I could never do wrong. I timidly said thank you to the missionary who baptized me and went to change into dry clothes. I remember falling to my knees in the dressing room. Dripping wet I muttered a simple prayer of thanks. I have no recollection of what I said, but I remember feeling so grateful.
Three years have past and I have grown. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and most importantly, spiritually. I never thought I could be where I am today. Married to a wonderful man, still striving to fulfill my end of my promise to Heavenly Father. Baptism isn't just about my promise though. A covenant has two ends. If I hold up my end, Heavenly Father has to hold up his. My end of the deal is to try my best. To give my greatest effort. Heavenly Father promises me that if I do that, no matter how meek, small, insignificant as it may seem to the world, he will know its my all. He promised a Savior to make up the difference, someone who would wash away the mistakes (which are inevitable) and cleanse me over and over. As long as I was sincere and continued forward Heavenly Father would grant me exaltation. Exaltation is immortality and eternal life with Him and my Savior.
I remember learning this throughout my 3 years. Pieces would click like a puzzle and gradually I gained a remembrance of things that I had learned before, not in this life but before I came to this earth. I was with my Heavenly Father and my Savior. I knew the plan. However, I was not raised in the Church and thus did not gain access to that knowledge until I was 18 years old. Over these three years my knowledge has grown. I thank Heavenly Father for providing me the capability to learn so quickly and understand the bigger picture. I know it has been Him with me, the entire way. Teaching me principles and preparing me little by little.
I am so grateful to be a member of this Church. I cannot deny the testimony I have received of this Church. It makes sense to me that God would continue to send revelation, because He loves us and He wants us to receive every possibility we can to learn. It makes sense not to drink alcohol or smoke or do drugs or even drink coffee. It makes sense that babies are innocent and if they died before they are eight, they are not accountable because they are innocent. Heavenly Father would not condemn them if they can't make choices on their own. It makes sense that I should be sealed to my family, my husband, for eternity. Family is the building block of this world. It is divinely created and I am so grateful for my family and my husband. It makes sense to have the Book of Mormon. It is so engaging and teaches such true principles that I cannot deny its truth. Judge that by its fruit. The Book of Mormon changes lives. Those who read it and abide by its doctrines and follow what it teaches will be better people for it.
I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father and for a Savior who suffered for us. I know that this Church is true and I am proud to call myself Mormon.
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