Day 38

I always feel inadequate and dumb when I try to describe my feelings for Phill. I just don’t think I possess the vocabulary to do my feelings justice—not yet, anyway; I’ll keep studying the dictionary.

Day 37

One time I asked my mom what is her favorite memory of motherhood. I knew it was sort of an impossible question, so I told her I’d settle for just one of countless others. She told me about a time when Liz was running home to her from the neighbor’s house, happy, with the sun on her hair and a huge smile on her face, beaming at my mom. My mom was overcome with tenderness and love towards her in that particular instance. I really feel that moments like that are so rewarding, so joyful and heavenly, that they more than make up for the monotony, the drudgery, the occasional futility, and the flat-out exhaustion motherhood can yield.

Day 36

   Though we were married on December 29, 2001, we weren’t
    sealed to each other in the temple until February 5th, 2005.
    Reed was 2; I was 3 months pregnant with Jax. We like to
    celebrate this day—which we call our “sealiversary” (I know, so
    clever) a little more fancy-like than our actual anniversary. Today,
    though, we simply went to a ward family’s house to watch the
    Super Bowl. It was fun—but I’m glad we have eternity to
    perfect our celebration-style.

Day 35

This was one of several attempts we made during FHE to get a family snapshot. I think going through the misses is almost better than finding the hit.

Day 34

I both hate and love this picture.
Hate: I feel like I look old, tired, and balding. (Wow. What a combo!) And the angle isn’t flattering.
Love: I look peaceful, the wind is in my hair, and I’m surrounded by beauty. Worth posting!

Day 33

I’m usually most struck by the smaller details in the outdoors. I love a gorgeous sky (duh, see yesterday’s post!), and I love the drama of snow-capped mountains, but I seem to be most moved by stuff like these water reeds.

Day 32

The next few photos are from our family home evening we had at Joe Pool Lake recently. Texas really is beautiful, despite its one failing (that being that it’s not Utah).