homemade Christmas gifts 4.0 and 5.0

As I said before, I found a version of my mother-in-law's gift on Pinterest. She's difficult to shop for, so I thought this little wrapping center was adorable for the woman who has everything . . . 

I took some creative liberties to transform the idea into something a bit more personalized.

*** 

I drew Jordan's cousin Morgan this year. I started about 3 different projects before deciding I didn't like any of them. Morgan really wanted a free hamster on Black Friday this year, but she didn't get one. . . Until Christmas Eve!!

I decided to attempt crocheting for the first time, and made these little guys. (My dear Emily gave me crocheting lessons before I started. She's like. The best at everything in the world. Bless her.)

They got a bit excited when I put them in their cage, and pooped all over. Imagine that!

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Overall, our homemade Christmas gifts have been a hit, and I'm glad to finally have the messes from all of our projects out of my apartment. I hope it was a very merry Christmas for all. I've already started the countdown for next year!

homemade Christmas gifts 3.0

Jordan drew his cousin Tanner for homemade gifts. Tanner is 17, and a boy-- so I think that pretty much sums up how hard it was to come up with anything for him. Jordan, in his infinite wisdom, came up with a tie holder! Tanner's preparing for a mission, so it seemed fitting.

homemade Christmas gifts 2.0

I drew my sister Bobbi for sibling gifts this year. While I struggled a lot to come up with anything, the biggest issue proved to be the $20 limit we have for making these gifts.

The only thing I could come up for Bobbi would be jewelry. She is fancy and feminine, and it packs in a suitcase easily so she doesn't have issues with the TSA when she flies back home to Arizona.

My project was brilliant-- or so I initially thought. Making earrings from scratch is definitely not the funnest time I've ever had. I thought I'd make a mold to start, so all my earrings would be the same shape and size. Short story: that idea did NOT work. Waste of time and money. Instead, I carefully dripped epoxy into circles on wax paper for hours. And ruined most of them. And ended up mostly with misshapen blobs. I just cover up the pain of this project with cliches like "it gives them character!" and "it's the thought that counts."

I used this resin kit. It was OK to work with, but I do wish it dried harder. That was probably a "user" issue, not a product one, though.

LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL GLITTER!! I was so excited to have an excuse to buy all that sparkle! I chose a color from each area of the color wheel, and combined the resin and glitter. As you'll see, not all of those actually worked. Boo. Once the blobs were dry, I attached earring posts with glue.

And here's the final product. Certainly not my best work, but considering the time, energy, and tears that went into them, I called it quits at this point. I used a piece of cardboard, poked holes though, and stuck the earrings in . . . Just like you see in stores, only with more "character."

A couple days later we were at a craft store, and saw embellishments that looked exactly like this. Only rounder. And cheaper. And cuter. Sooooo that was encouraging.

homemade Christmas gifts

Both of our families have this annoying tradition of doing homemade gifts. On Jordan's side, the whole Peterson family-- grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, do an exchange on Christmas Eve. My family recently started doing homemade sibling gifts. 

Ok, so it's really not that annoying . . . when you can come up with gift ideas. This year was the hardest yet, though. Luckily, we finally got them all figured out. 

Jordan drew my brother Alex this year. Here's what we know about Al:

- he lives in Denver

- he likes to pretend to be super manly

- he likes to drink

and . . . 

That's pretty much all we could come up with. So, we combined all three of those attributes and came up with this:

We got to go to the liquor store, grab some booze, use it in a million different recipes (I've had about as much BBQ as I can handle), and make some homemade aftershave. Aftershave because, you see, it is manly, but also important for the dry climate skin maladies Denver surely poses. BOOM. Mind blown, I know. 

We used a variation of this recipe which includes witch hazel, apple cider vinegar, distilled water, olive oil (that stuff at the top of the bottle), and essential oils. We chose eucalyptus and peppermint oils for their refreshing, yet masculine flavors.

Cheers to a creative Christmas!

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For your my viewing pleasure.

is butter a carb?

I often make undetectable references and receive obligated pity laughs. Or blank stares. My life is fun.

If I'm being honest, I must say . . . I sorta hate Pinterest (GASP!). It's beautiful and entertaining and inspiring, and then suddenly . . . it's not. I have gotten a few brilliant ideas, of course (RE: my mother in-law's Christmas  gift-- hallelujah! Hardest woman on the planet to find gifts for. . . Love you, Frankie!) But it annoys me that everyone's weddings look exactly the same, and their houses, and their gifts, and their decorations, and their LIVES. I miss originality. I miss creativity. I miss making something and not having everyone assume I got the idea online.

HOWEVER, I do not miss my life before these pretzels. People. If you ever want to experience true, intense, incomparable bliss, make these (on the off-chance that you're in the .01340198 percentile (is that even the right use of "percentile?" statistics has never been my thing. . . ) of the population that hasn't already).

via

Mmmm . . . buttery, salty, carborific goodness.

Freebies

We were talking about celebrity crushes the other day at work, and for some reason, everyone thought I was a bit . . . eccentric for my choices. Besides the obvious one, here's my freebie list:

The Joker. No, not Heath Ledger. This psychopath gets me hot.

I basically showered in his sweat and spit and loved every.freaking.second.

I will admit, lusting after a 76 year old may appear creepy. But a 76 year old Anthony Hopkins? Girl, please.

Something about him reminds me of Jordan (he LOVES when I compare the two), but man-oh-man. The Bill Haverchuck dance sure puts me in the mood. One of the many reasons he makes my top 5.

If you smooshed Bill and his best friend Sam together (just look at their dopey/puppy dog expressions), it would make Jordan. Which, duh. Totally makes me love him too.

Isn't he the cutest dang thing? I love this show. All the best ones only last one season. Blast.

So, there you have it. You can totally understand now, right? RIGHT?! 

She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named

Stumbled upon this disturbing picture. . .

Yes I am still alive.

Yes I will blog soon. (maybe)

Yes, I do still have a nose.

And why yes, it is true that I happen to spend all of my free time lately watching HP. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO MAINTAIN A BLOG, OK?!

my brain is like a rubber-band ball

You know, the one stuck in the junk drawer that year after year gets bigger and bigger, eventually becoming so hectic and entwined together that it no longer has a purpose, and you have no intentions for it-- but there it is. Even when you finally get around to cleaning out the junk drawer and you come across the ball, you just leave it there, committing to find some use for all those elastic pieces one day. In all reality, you know you won't find the time or energy to detangle all of the bands, and the ball will just continue to grow to a more complicated and confusing mess . . .

I rarely feel like there are actual words for the brilliant and complex thoughts I have; I usually have a hard enough time articulating the simple ones, for that matter. Everything makes sense in my mind, but it is all a little too abstract for me to verbalize. It is a struggle I am burdened with daily, in every relationship.

How do I describe the way I feel about Jordan? It's not love. Love is used way too often and too loosely. I more than love him. I _________ him. How do I express my views on God, religion, divine purpose, morality, the after life? The task seems impossible when it is so deep and confusing and based on the searching of my soul, rather than scripture and doctrine. Not only that, but it is ever evolving; changing as I grow, learn, see, and experience.

My inability to get my point across in a way that does it justice is so stressful. I lose sleep over the things I should have said, the things I did say that somehow came out differently than I meant them to.

This post has only added to the anxiety I feel as I try to tell, and therefore live my truth. I still do not know how to say what I mean. Not only can I not find the words, I often can not find the strength to say what is on my mind without fearing rejection, judgment, shame, vulnerability.

I want to use my little part in this cyber-world to say what I believe, so that living those beliefs can be seen in the real world. 

I want to be true to me.

I have gotta start talking about the things that move me. No more disclaimers on my thoughts, my beliefs, my truth. Because just as I know to love and respect others and their opinions, I need to learn to give that to myself.

I have lots of things I've wanted to write about, simply because I want to try unteasing that tangled mess of brain where thoughts are racing and competing and dying for recognition. I think it is finally time to speak out. I realize now that recognition is different than validation. I do not need people to agree with me, or even to see where I am coming from. I just need to acknowledge, for myself, that those thoughts are acceptable and important.


Cheers to honesty and inner-peace.

Dear Me

Guys. Remember this post? And then remember how awesome this advice is? (P.S. She has a book with the same title . . . go get it!) Well, turns out I was a bit ahead of the game with all the nostalgic advice to your younger self stuff. Emily at Chatting at the Sky has started a synchroblog project with the recent release of her book Graceful. I couldn’t resist joining the fun . . . 

Dear Me,

I know you’re starving for some wise insight about the world and the meaning of all the wonder and pain and beauty and mysteries and what your role in all of it is. If there ever was an opportunity to tell you, this would be it.

But, I still can’t tell you.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell you.

What I can assure you of is this: it is all worth it.


At some point, probably in coordination with several events both life-changing and seemingly meaningless, you will learn to love the gift of life. You will forget the darkness that has covered much of your short life.
Your brain works too hard and too fast and no one out there can make sense of it all, not even you. You will still swim too far into the depths of your soul and mind—the part that never turns off and never accepts the easy answer; the part that is deepest, and therefore furthest from the light. You will also learn how to swim towards the surface where light permeates through, and you will learn how to do it on your own. You won’t look to other people or medication to give you the strength. You are so strong, girl. Remember this for your future self too . . . sometimes she forgets.
If I know you, and I do because well, I am you, you don’t really want to know the details and upcoming events of your life. You don’t need to know either. All I will tell you, the only thing that really matters to know is that you are blessed. You are happy.

Long-gone will be the fits of take your breath away agony. After your freshman year of college and the summer that follows, you will be free of your paralyzing emotional breakdowns. You’ll learn to stretch your legs out of fetal position and pick yourself up off the floor. You will stand tall with the knowledge and faith that once the storm rolls through, the air is clean and the soil is filled with nourishment for beautiful, healthy crops.

You have endured many storms, you will reap many crops.

I so know how hard it is to believe me right now. I know how impossible happiness seems. I know you think no one could possibly understand the foreverness of your sorrow. But I do, friend. I was there.

Soon, the clouds will part and the light will shine so bright and so warm and it will shoot through every part of you, down to your bones.

Just because you can look forward to the light, does not mean the struggles will all disappear. You will still question the complexities of life, and these endless questions will continue to bring heart-ache and frustration. I hope this never ends for you. I hope you always see the world with innocence and awe as you try to figure out what it all means. Anyone who says they've got it all figured out is either lying, or too lazy to keep exploring all the options. Don't stop exploring. Don't accept answers that do not make sense. Don't be afraid of what you do not understand.

Continue to advocate for the weak, the vulnerable, the lonely, the shy. Those are the people that will ultimately bring you the most joy. Their presence in your life will give you purpose. Don't be ashamed of your heart that just seems to "care too much." People tell you that because life has calloused them. You cannot care too much about anyone. Ever. Every time you feel the urge to say or do something kind for someone, do it. That is God talking right to you, in that very moment.

I won’t tell you to avoid any of the mistakes you are about to fall onto, and I won’t warn you of the obstacles you will have to overcome. Just endure. Where it leads you is exactly where you’ve always wanted to be . . . 


In the mean time, take more pictures.Start learning how to break the cycle of self-ridiculing and doubt. You are more beautiful than you give yourself credit for.

Continue to nurture your friendships. Sharing laughter and tears with those who are family- not by blood but by choice-- is one of life's greatest gifts.

When life starts to pull you all in so many different directions and you begin to feel lost and alone, reach out to them.. Be vulnerable with them. Make sure they know how grateful you are for their presence in your life.

Stay close to Connor. Friendships may come and go, but your family will always be there for you. Be there for them, too. 

Give your parents more credit; they may be a bit on the wild side, but they're the reason you turned out fun, smart, driven, witty, kind, funny, responsible, successful. Again, they've always been there for you. They'll always be there for you.

. . . Pay attention to the details and enjoy the journey, Morgan. It is so good.

Love,

Me

ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mad-madness

If I could go to any concert in the world, I would choose Queen. Muse may now be my second choice, with their rockin 2012 Freddie Mercury vibe (be still my heart!).

I've officially gone MAD.

If you're weirded out or confused by the video, don't let your eyes deceive you . . . just close them and listen to the eargasm.

a brief overview of the 5 things we did this summer

Starting a new job always makes me nervous to ask for any time off. Therefore, the extravagance of our summer fun was inhibited-- but only a smidgen! So we didn't make it halfway around the world . . . that just means we've become pretty savvy at finding the adventures right in our own back yard.

from top left:

1. Snowbird Resort / / 2. Lagoon / /

3. Utah Lake / / 4. Oakley Rodeo / /

5. Utah Bees Baseball



We also made it back to Park City for our anniversary in June . . . but those pictures are too sexy to post ;)

I would argue that we live in one of the most beautiful places on earth. We are lucky to have such easy access to an array of activities-- it makes staying close to home all summer long pretty easy to do.

I should've listened to my intuition . . .

. . . when it told me it was bad idea to even get out of bed this morning.

My day went as follows:

6:waytooearlyinthemorning-- phone call from Dad. He's never called me at this hour. Actually, I don't think I've ever gotten a phone call that early in the morning. I was in the shower when he called, and didn't realize he had tried to reach me till 7, so I tried calling him back. Actually, I tried my dad's cell, my mom's cell, the house phone . . . for a total of ten failed attempts. I knew someone must have died. Randy finally calls me back to say "I was just calling to see if you knew where the 'grabber' was, but I found it."

The wondrous grabber. My mother uses it because she has stubby little legs and can't reach things in the cupboard. Bless her.

"OK, so that's it?" 

"Well, yeah. The cat died last night under our bed and I couldn't get to it." 

Uh-- GROSS. How morbid is this? The freaking cat crawls in the 8-inch crawl space between the wall and their waterbed to die in the middle of the night. And my parents listened to the whole thing. "Meow. . . meow. . . meow. . . meow. . . meow. . . meow. . . *silence.*" 

So, mom was emotional all day, that crazy-animal-loving-empty-nester who has nobody else to cuddle with or talk to. Poor, poor mother. 

7:30-- Walk down to the parking lot to leave for work. Two sketchy looking men are standing outside an equally sketchy van I've never seen in the lot before. They watch me from the moment I get out of the staircase as I walk across the parking lot, and get in my car. As soon as they see me get in, the hop in their van, and start following me. FOR MILES. I foresee robbery or rape in the near future. 

9:30-- Come out to my car from the office to drive to court. A river of liquid is under my car, but I ignore it cause Judge Iwasaki will throw me in jail if I'm late, and heaven knows I have no idea what to do about it anyway. 

10-- Court time comes and goes. They've triple booked every court time, and Iwasaki is in a particularly cranky mood. Court is backed up at least an hour at this point, and in the half hour I've been there, three people were taken to jail on Iwasaki's whim. I can't wait for my two hearings with him. 

11:30-- The brand new case I get finally has been called in. Judge freaks out and suddenly the case becomes a mess, and I am given a list of two dozen extra things I now have to get done in a week. 

Noon-- Driving back to the office, I suddenly notice my car's thermostat is nearing the "H." I pull over on the freeway for a few minutes, but it's not cooling down. So, I called Jordan, we try to figure out a solution that wouldn't require him finding a car and driving a half hour to come help me, but no one else in my life loves me enough to help a sistah out. 

1:45-- Jordan finally arrives to rescue his damsel in distress. We both won't be going back to work for the rest of the day. He spends the next several hours on the dirty ground of a Denny's, on the hottest day in weeks, fixing my P.O.S. car. (I severely under-sold my car's worthlessness. And how much I hate it.) 

So, yeah. Listen to your gut, people. 

On a positive note, the events of the day did show me through an odd, less than ideal way, how grateful I am for many things in my life. 

1. An amazing husband who drops everything to come help me. And who knows how to do everything. AND looks day-um sexy doing it. He can fix anything in the world, and he has a good attitude doing it to boot. I am so lucky to have him.

And now, in no particular order:

Jobs. First of all, without 'em, the hundreds of dollars we drop every week on the dang car of mine would be impossible to come by. Second of all, we both have jobs that allowed us to miss the rest of the day. Sure, getting caught up will suck for the rest of the week, but what woulda sucked more would be paying quadruple the price to have someone else do a crappy job fixing the car. You win some, you lose some.

Shade and air conditioning. Their presence, when there, was a blessing in this blasted heat.

Running water, ice cream, jokes, the internet, indoor plumbing, grocery stores, Netflix, cell phones, cheese, kisses & hugs, fresh produce, toilet paper, and eyeliner. Just because I'm pretty sure I'd die without them. Or maybe just be miserable. Or at least have a much less convenient life. 

I live a precious life, and I know it. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Married life, on a Sunday morning

It's a heavenly thing.

That's a good man, that husband of mine.

being clever requires too much energy right now, so i'll just have areally long title to make this seem more interesting than it actually is

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack.


Here are the random thoughts swimming around in my head lately. Hopefully they'll somehow convey what's going on in the life of Mo and Jo these days:


We finally found an apartment that (keeping our fingers crossed) meets our standards, and is totes adorbs. Good news is on top of being awesome, it's super cheap. Bad news is, we don't move in till August 5th. Boo.


Obviously, with a new lease on an apartment, I put my dreams of being a home-owner on the back-burner for a little while longer. Which, I'm actually happy about; it makes going to grad school a greater possibility.


J-Dub has been deemed mostfantasticistemployeeinthehistoryofeverness and keeps getting his hours bumped up. He went from being at 20 hours a week to 40 in just a few weeks. We be ballin' now.


Work for me is going swell. Not gonna lie though, it's hard stuff. Sometimes I wish I could vent about the horrible things I see and deal with, but that little teensy-tiny thing legislation dictates called a confidentiality statute makes that impossible. Which is a good thing; no one wants to hear the details. They keep me up at night. 


My car is the bane of my existence. I don't even want to give it the satisfaction of talking about it.


With that said, we're trying to build credit so we can buy a car in October-ish. Soooo, we just had to get an RC Willey account and buy bedroom furniture. Actually, the Walton's wanted to give us a set for graduation, but I can't accept gifts like that. Cause I'm a fun sucker. We split the cost. 


I had to go through the arduous process of getting licensed, but I can officially say I am a practicing Social Service Worker. You can now refer to me as: Morgan Walton S.S.W. The test and paperwork I had to go through to get that title demands it! ;)


Living with little boys has confirmed to both Jordan and me that we are good waiting to have kids for a while. A long while. At least I have many, many, many, many an opportunity to practice learn patience. 


Connie Poo-Poos is moving in with us next month. Good thing about living with your own brother instead of your in-laws is I don't give a crap if he sees me in my underwear. His eyes, on the other hand, most certainly will. I'm so ready not to have curious little boys walking in on me as I get dressed after a shower. (And don't start thinking "well why don't you just lock the door?" Trust me people. It's not like I wouldn't if I had the option.)


Having a big-girl job has seriously limited us on the getaways and fun we've been able to have this summer. We did make it to Park City again for our anniversary, Oakley for the 4th of July Rodeo, and . . . no where else. Woo. I do get to go to Ogden and Clearfield and sometimes Bountiful on a daily basis though. World traveler, I am. On a positive note, a major perk of a big-girl job is paid time off-- and lots of it! That deserves a whoop whoop. Maybe we'll finally get further away then California together. 


That's all my fingers want to type right now. I'm an hour and a half past my bedtime, being an old lady with grandiose titles and responsibilities and all.

isn't it expected by now . . .

. . . That I'll never post anything in a timely manner? Whoopsies.

I'm embarrassed to be posting this since it's such old news by now (nearly 3 weeks!) but I just have to show the world how amazing my widdo bwudah Connie-poo-poos is.

This boy is so dang smart, kind, hilarious, driven, articulate, handsome . . . I'm stopping myself now before this sounds incestuous. But seriously people. Watch out for him. He's already accomplished SO much in his short life, and he is destined for more greatness. I couldn't be more excited for where he'll go in life and the many people he'll touch and bless along the way.

the short version

A list of things I've wanted to blog about, but haven't had time:

• J-Dub's birthday extravaganza
• secrets
• menstruating for 6 weeks (and counting)
• graduation from COLLEGE
• trust issues
• in-laws
• house apartment shopping
• grad school
• moving
• moving
• moving
• boob staring
• living a half-hour from everything
• hubba hubba and pappy: Navis bff's
• my extra sweat glands and an 80 degree house
• getting a job as a caseworker for DCFS

Oh, and here are some realll quality pictures at the end Jordan's birthday scavenger hunt because I never had time 32 days ago. Sorry no loving tribute, husband.

T Minus 3 hours and 13 minutes....

. . . till I am done working at the Best Western Weston Inn... F.O.R.E.V.E.R.

I am so excited I could die. But really, this place has been great to me and I will miss it. (And the paycheck . . . who knows when I'll see one of those again. Bleh.)

If you're ever looking for lodging in Logan, give them your business. It's a lovely place with lovely people and "we've got a full-hot breakfast from 6 to10 a.m., a pool, hot tub, sauna, and exercise room, as well as wi-fi, microwaves, and fridges in all the rooms!" (I just had to say it one last time . . . )

Drawful

(WARNING: this post contains images that may be disturbing to some viewers)

I think I send out an aura that says "anyone freaky or gross or awkward or generally bizarre, please, make your way into my life."

Case example:

Mine eyes is burned, mine eyes is burned!

at least my husband is hot

This is my life:

Why yes, we are indeed on the side of the freeway. And yes, I most definitely did have to call my clients and tell them I would be a no-show to my visits. Oh and you better bet I had to call my father-in-law and timidly ask him to drive an hour to come save us because NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON STOPPED to ask if we needed any help in the 2 hours we were on the side of the road. Ah, the joys.


I vow to stop and ask what I can do to help even though I know nothing about cars. (all we need was some dang water)

jeenyus

Remember how smart I am with technology? Yeah well, almost exactly 1 year to the date, I finally figured out how to freaking let yous folks follow this here blog. Now, now, please settle your applause.

I seriously feel so dumb right now. Or maybe really smart.

Anyway, follow me! We'll have so much fun!

Califunia

March Misery

Of all my faults and bad habits, I must say, I dodged the soda addiction that many here in Utah suffer with.... Diet Coke seems to the Mormon booze in these parts.... Then, freshman year happened.

Enter The Marketplace. Add on top of that, a really cute boy who just so happened to be in a committed relationship with Coca-Cola. (I wish you could see what his shirt says in the picture... It's Coca-Cola in Arabic. I tell you-- he is obsessed.)

My life was officially ruined.

That is how this:

Turned into this:





Therefore, in the Walton home, we've started the 31-days-till-we're-so-cranky-we-end-up-divorcing Challenge. In other words, a whole month without even a lick of soda. Doesn't that sound delightful?

Please, join us for this exciting event. I can promise it won't be fun, and I can't promise that it will be worth it. But hey, what else do you have to do this cold, ugly March?

my hormones are WHACK

I have kind of been a mess lately.

Maybe it's because I'm going to school full-time.... and interning 16+ hours a week... and working 20 hours a week.... and going back and forth to Salt Lake sometimes 3 times a week... and that I never get to see Jordan.... and that I'm living in an apartment that looks like the aftermath of Katrina.

It's probably all of these things.

Or maybe it's because I feel lonely.

With graduation around the corner, I feel like so is the end of my youth. Because I got married so young, and we still act like teenagers who are dating-- in love and spontaneous and goofy, I didn't necessarily feel that life change made me officially adult. Nothing changed about my life except that I got to live with a boy and I didn't have to deal with terrible roommates anymore. I was as independent as I always was, I just added the very mature sounding title of "wife."

Now though, with no more years to be planned out based on school schedules, summer breaks, tests, and late-night hang-outs, I feel a little.... lost.

This semester has been a beast, and I definitely struggle with "senioritis" on a daily basis. I know I'll miss this part of my life though-- the last smidgen of childhood I have left.

Jordan and I will be moving out of Logan on April 28. It's likely we'll end up in his parent's basement until I find a job. While we've dreamed of exploring the world and starting a life in another state, if only to see what it's like, I don't see that dream coming true for awhile.

My sister has lived in Arizona for years. My older brother is moving to Denver in 2 weeks. My little brother will be leaving at the end of summer to go to college in California, Michigan, or Massachusetts. My parent's will have no family left (within the state) except for us.

I know I'm not emotionally ready to leave my parent's all alone. My guilt complex is too strong. But more than that, I know how devastated I'll be when they're not around anymore.

As with my brothers, so many people have been moving on and moving away. Sometimes I feel stuck between the excitement and happiness I feel for them, and the longing for the way things were.

Growing up is hard. And that's just how it is.

Valentine's Day is for Smanging

Please enjoy:

And I know, that I am The Luckiest

title from this song

Sometimes I feel like my "private" personality has been a disservice to Jordan. We aren't very affectionate publicly, we often are mistaken for just friends, and sometimes, often times, I let an opportunity pass that I should have screamed from the rooftops how lucky and honored I am that Jordan chose me to be his wife.

seriously, how sweet can he be?

I just wanted to say, if only because he deserves everyone to know, his love has been the most healing remedy to any worries, doubts, insecurities, and sadness I've felt burdened with.

 

He is dreamy, and he is mine.