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Archive for February 18th, 2015

With the exception of school, I’ve written for me and not anyone else.  It helps me process my thoughts and feelings and come out with an improved perspective or action plan.  I’ve never had to worry about my ‘audience’ because I don’t really have one.  I’ve never cared about “how to get people to read your blog” type information since this blog is entirely self centered around what I need.  I simply publish it because I want to (see, self centered again)  I’ve never worried when I’ve had writers block because I don’t have deadlines or publishers and my family being able to eat isn’t dependent on my words being marketable.  If I have writer’s block I just don’t write, I will go for a walk or sit in the sunshine.  The past few weeks has been the opposite of writer’s block — it’s like I’m in a storm of words, thoughts and things I want to share with you.

I’m taking on a self assigned task of writing about Hard Things.  I started with Freshman English guidelines.  Why am I doing this? Who is my audience? What is my purpose? How do I want to get there.  I’ve never objected to writing papers for a grade but the writing I do for me is this blog and my journal and much less organized than Hard Things (not my end title, just my current reference) In writing I’m feeling emotions from the last two years resurfacing with great force, without the numbing effect of shock.  It leaves me wanting to blog about things, but oh so many things all at the same time.  How amazing my life is, the power of having good friends, the strengthening ability of the sunshine on my face, praying that this non-winter we are having has a minimal impact this summer and that my flowers coming up don’t die, how my back is doing, plans for the yard and oh so much more.  My brain seems like Kaede after a busy day at school and 10,000 thoughts coming out all at once.  Maybe I need an assignment so I can focus my thoughts a little?  It could be that I’ve been neglecting my blog and I’m trying to catch up like a short visit with a friend you haven’t seen in years.

I looked back over my last few posts and realized how far apart they are and that there really isn’t any update after the wedding I will share a few pictures with you.  These are from Mom’s camera and I’m leaving out the shots of her skirt, thumb and the ceiling at the church.  The day was absolutely perfect and I wouldn’t change anything about it if I could.  Life as a new family afterwards has been even better and I acknowledge the impact my friends have had in my life and that I would never have been in the place I needed to be to have the blessings in my life I enjoy every day if it wasn’t for their kindness and strength on the very worst of days.  As I think back to my wedding day and on my joy and the peace in my life I always take a moment to thank my Heavenly Father for my friends and family.  They’ve been miracle workers in my life and answers to many prayers.

Going from getting married to blending families, budgets, homework, Christmas concerts all in a whisper of time is different than I ever imagined.  It makes sense, all the time that newlywed couples get together and alone is different for us.  Most nights we have kids, homework, broken arms, etc and it would be so easy to neglect one another.  So easy it seems natural.  I am very fortunate that we have made a promise to each other to make time for us, not just date nights (although I love them) but using each moment we have.  I love you Neil.

Pictures from Mom, SOOC.

Summer (pre-wedding) trip to the cabin.  This is what happens when the ropes to the swing need to be replaced.

Swinging, Tarzan style

Yes, it’s very fuzzy.  I don’t care.

Michael’s turn.

Neil.  I love him.

Aren’t they the greatest?

Less fuzzy, still swinging.

Wedding wonderfulness 🙂

Gary and Holden (Tasha in the background, probably making sure Uncle Gary doesn’t teach him any undesirable tricks) 

Kaede

Ryker and Aunalee

half of Grandma (I wonder who is holding the camera?) Grandpa and two of his boys and Terry

I wish I knew what he was thinking

Terry and Holden

Kaede, Ryker, and Charlet

Me and Dad.  A few seconds before this I realized I left bouquet elsewhere

floor perspective of the ceremony

Neil, Ryker’s arm, and Michael

My boys

more ceremony

First Kiss

I love him

I have no idea what I’m doing, obviously not paying attention to the camera…

Us

Kaylee’s beautiful lettering.  I’m jealous of her talent.

Food! Family! Friends!

Ryker and Charlet playing “A Thousand Years”

Four generations

Feeding Grant, because feeding babies is awesome!

Jaron, Mina, and Grant

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