My most beautiful day

I remember the day that we got out first set of wedding prints in the mail. We had two amazing photographers, Leslie Barnts and  Melanie Mauer who's work took my breath away the first time I saw our pictures and...even now, 2 years later.

Leslie Barnts

We have the pictures matted and framed around our house. If there was a fire I would grab our albums first because they mean so much to me. If I was to be totally honest with you, I would say that one of the main reasons I love them so much is because I love seeing how beautiful I looked that day. When I saw our pictures for the first time I told Jake that our wedding was the most beautiful I'd ever....and would probably ever...look.

Melanie Mauer

Now the picture on our walls and on top of our dressers remind me of how unbeautiful I feel some times. Especially recently. I feel like I look...worn out. I try to wear make-up every day and do my hair and get dressed in something that makes me feel cute and limit my sweat pant days to a minimum. Jake is wonderful and telling me I'm lovely. I know that confidence does not come from how we look, but I also know it does play a role.

Leslie Barnts

So I decided to put my wedding dress back on. It just sits in my closet which is sad because I dress so lovely needs to be worn. As I pulled it out of the box it really took my breath away. It is the perfect dress for me. I love the weight of the silk. I love the tiny buttons running down the back. I love the bustle and the shimmer of the beading. I love how I felt when I put it back on. I felt beautiful.

I still had a little bit of baby food in my hair. I'm not as tan as I was then. I didn't put eyeshadow or liner on today. But my dress made up for all that.

I'm so glad to still have it. I loved holding Rhett and having him play with the beads and giggle as I twirled. I love how it was the first thing I wore when Jake and I came out of the temple and started our life together. 

I'm pretty sure I'll feel not so beautiful again, but I'm grateful that I got to wear my wedding dress and for an hour or so feel just as pretty as the first time I wore it. :).     

A Life in Verse

In a faraway place, where horses run wild

Lived a beautiful girl, with the heart of a child

She grew up right, always saying her prayers

So to go on a mission

And save Germans from snares

But then she came home

And off to college she went

Where she dated each day

And her time was well spent

In biking, in baking, in climbing on ropes

And  through it all, she had highest hopes

Of a wonderful man, so handsome and strong

That would come to her rescue

She couldn’t be wrong

For she was in Provo

A BYU student

To not get married? Well that wouldn’t be prudent.

Well that “one day” did come

And with it her prince

He asked her to marry, and she was convinced

So off they struck, on their newest adventure

To love and to cherish

Whatever the venture

They laughed and they played

Oh their life was a breeze

Then they started a family

A new life if you please

Along came a son so handsome and cute

But they must admit, there were trials to boot

Diapers, and crying plus the sleep they were craving

If they were observed, you’d think they were raving

But they passed through the trials

And with that new life

Came laughter, and giggles, and a beautiful wife

Oh before she was gorgeous and wonderful too

But now as a mother, these words just won’t do

This daughter of God, now a parent become

Was never more fit for an eternal kingdom

Her family loved her and her Father did too

Because as a mother, there are very few

Who love, and devote all their life so completely

For this and much else I love her so deeply

So now who knows what the future may hold

But with her by my side, it’s a sight to behold.

Happy Sunday

Contentment

Most mornings we bring Rhett into bed with us when he wakes up. We've done it since he was itty-bitty. Originally it was so that we could doze while he drank his morning bottle, but now that he's crawling dozing isn't really an option. He loves to crawl on top of Jake's face and hit him till Jake responds with tickles and growls. He plays with my hair and sees how close he can get to the edge of the bed before we grab his feet and pull him back. And it's our favorite time of the day.

And Saturdays are especially wonderful because we get as much morning snuggle time as we want. I know one day we won't do this. That Saturday morning cartoons will steal my kids (and my husband) and I know I'll miss these lazy hours.

I guess that's why I'm typing this...because I know I can't take a photograph that will really capture the giggles from Rhett and Jake's deep breathing (snoring) as he tries to sleep a little longer. It couldn't capture the comforting sound of the heater coming on. A photograph can't find the security of me tucking my feet in the blanket around Jake's feet because mine are freezing. Or the sounds of our neighbors dog barking when he's let out for the first time that day. Or how fuzzy Rhett's hair is in the morning. And even though Rhett isn't quite 8 months I am still afraid of forgetting how much I love our life, my husband, my son and these simple moments of contentment.

Quote of the day

If there was a heaven for bobby pins, I would be their savior. 

                                                                -Jake 

(It's true....my bobby pins usually end up with the dryer lint.)

Splish Splash

Sad Day

 Lately I've been trying to edit my music preferences to be a little more kid friendly...

(because I'd like to put off as long as possible explaining to Rhett what Ke$ha means when she says she wants to take a ride on your disco stick...)

Anyway, Rhett and I were dancing in our kitchen

and I went and played some old songs that I hadn't listened to in awhile.

And I was trying to dance and I just couldn't get into my old groove. 

I mean I was never a backup dancer for Usher, but I could dance.

It was totally gone...I could only find my rhythm when we were dancing to anything pre-Britney S.

I feel like an old frumpy mom.

What's next....high elastic waistband pants and sweater vests?? 

 

Sad sad day.