Monday, November 22, 2010

the end of OUR "firsts"

We have had a wonderful first year of marriage and can hardly believe it has already been one year!!!

In our first year we have...

  • lived in 2 apartments
  • attended 7 different temples (Logan, Mt. Timp, Salt Lake, Manti, Provo, Draper, Boise)
  • stayed overnight (aka vacation) 5 times (7 if you count our parents' houses)--some of those were simply overnighters
  • completed 48 credit hours (and enrolled in 24 more)
  • went to 3 dances
  • taught 15 Sunday School lessons
  • listened to 4 different graduation ceremonies (Lisa's commencement, Lisa's convocation, Hannah's [best friend] commencement and Hannah's convocation)
  • visited 3 people in various hospitals
  • celebrated every "first" holiday
  • attended 3 receptions/ open houses  
  • joined in 2 mission reunions (one was his mission president's homecoming) 
  • wrote 115 blog posts (116 if you count this) ...and...
  • said "I LOVE YOU" every day--multiple times a day!
And thus begins the 1st day of our second year of marriage... :)

Sunday, November 21, 2010

One Year Later...

One year ago today was the most 
special, amazing, exceptional, memorable, significant day of my life!!!
It was filled with love, joy, hope, peace, excitement, thrillgratitude, and eternal love.
It was the best day of my life--to that point.  
(And since then I have had 365 more best days.  No these days have not been perfect; they have been filled with trials and moments for learning along with the seasons of joy.  But still, each day is better then the previous.)
And I am so deeply thankful that I get to spend ETERNITY 
with the one I love the most!  
Eternity is a very long time... 
and I can think of nothing sweeter than to spend it with my best friend.
Happy One Year Anniversary!!!
(I look forward to an infinite more!!!)

Tomorrow morning if you wake up 

and the sun does not appear
I will be here
If in the dark, we lose sight of love
Hold my hand, and have no fear
'Cause I will be here

I will be here
When you feel like being quiet
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen
And I will be here
When the laughter turns to cryin'
Through the winning, losing and trying
We'll be together
I will be here

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the future is unclear
I will be here
Just as sure as seasons were made for change
Our lifetimes were made for these years
So I will be here

I will be here
And you can cry on my shoulder
When the mirror tells us we're older
I will hold you
And I will be here
To watch you grow in beauty
And tell you all the things you are to me
I will be here

I will be true to the promise I have made
To you and to the One who gave you to me

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I will be here
Oh, I will be here.

(Steven Curtis Chapman)

Monday, November 8, 2010

City Girl

Today my kiddos (ok... they are really not that much younger than me but for some reason, I still like to call them kiddos--but never to there face... that would likely be a disaster!  Anyway....) were making chicken nuggets.  It turned all right.  The kids followed the recipe pretty well but unfortunately the recipe was not the greatest.  (It was the one my mentor teacher used.)  I don't think I am going to jump right up and make them.

Anyway, one of the guys in my class comes up and asks why I didn't buy fresh chicken.  "Um... well because I don't know how to buy fresh chicken," was the best response I could come up with.  He was SHOCKED!  He then wanted to know if I had ever eaten a fresh chicken (meaning never been frozen and not from a supermarket).  I thought this answer was obvious but he clearly didn't think so.  No.  If I don't know where to buy it from, how could I have eaten it???  This student was so puzzled that I had never experienced any of that.  I grew up in a city... a big city!  We bought all of our food from the store.  I have never killed or defeathered or skinned or etc any meat--ever (yes even on Trek... I didn't have to do this).  

We were both intrigued by the other's lifestyle.  He wears cowboy boots and work jeans everyday.  He gets up early and helps with farm chores.  I wear church shoes and teacher pants.  I stay up late and write lesson plans everyday.  We have completely different lifestyles.  But it is SO interesting for me to learn so much from watching my "country" students.  

It was also an eye opener moment for me when I learned what the "FFA" class stood for--Future Farmers of America.  In the class, they raise their own pigs and then sell them for people to buy (and eat).  They learn how to give farm animals shots and etc.  I had never even heard of such a class.  I am learning so much about culture and lifestyle and fashion while teaching at my high school.