I will never forget the first Christmas James and I spent together as a newly married couple. We lived in a very small, two bedroom apartment that did not have air conditioning, a dishwasher, or a washer and dryer. We paid $395 a month for the apartment, which was all we could afford as students […]
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Metaphorically speaking, I often feel as though my life is a vast sea of monotony and I am drowning in it. Okay, okay! Maybe not “drowning.” That does sound a bit dramatic. More like, “treading water.” I often feel as though I am treading water, attempting to keep my head above the surface of my […]
James and I were married on the 16th of August, in the Logan LDS temple. (Seven years ago!) It was a beautiful, summer morning–blue skies dotted by the occasional cotton-like cloud, and a warm breeze in the air, soft enough to resemble a whisper. The sun was shining as brightly as the delicate bead-work on […]
My little man, Camren, is a cuddler. He loves to be picked up, held, carried, hugged, and cuddled by me. I love it! I feel blessed to have such a cuddly baby, especially when his soft chubby arms are reaching around my neck. “Cam cuddles” are like blue skies and sunshine to me, and I […]
For as long as I live, I will never forget the moment I walked into the Grande Galerie of the Louvre museum in Paris, France. There was a palpable energy in the air of that magnificent place. It was alive and electric, a hum that seemed to reverberate through the palatial halls. I felt it […]
My baby girl is four years old today. As I prepare to celebrate with pink cupcakes and princess castles, I can not help but think back to the moment of her birth–the awe and joy I felt when I heard her cry for the first time. Easily one of the greatest moments of my life. […]
My daughter, Lilly, loves to lend a helping hand in the kitchen. She laboriously drags a chair from our dinner table across the sandstone-colored tile floor in my kitchen, to the small counter space by the sink. She climbs up on the chair, and then stands at attention–ready to take culinary direction from me, “Mama […]