Wish List.

Some bloggers I follow have this thing called a "Wish List".  I could never think of anything to put on a wish list-- besides the outrageously unattainable (like a Range Rover or a private island).  But then I saw this:

Perfectly pink!  It speaks to me.  In my dreams it goes perfectly in our bedroom.  Gray walls.  White duvet.  Pink pillow.  Pink peonies.    

9 days ago.

I’m having a hard time deciding if I should feel horrible for having let October 2nd come and go without having written about Clark turning 9 months old.  It’s not that I didn’t think of him.  I did.  I think about him constantly.  I didn’t realize it was October 2nd, that he was 9 months old that day, and that for the first time since he was born, I would not write about him on that day. 

I asked Brian if I should feel bad.  He said that I shouldn’t because I wrote about him on the 26th.  I asked him how he knew I had written on the 26th.  He just did.  He remembers numbers.

Maybe I won’t write every 2nd day of the month anymore.  Maybe I’ll just write when I feel like it?  

So happy!  So cute!

 

Eating—he loves real food!

With his brother.   He’s about to crawl…but still scooting. 

I love you, Clark!

Hope.

This morning when I woke up I was feeling especially overwhelmed.  I have this thing that I am constantly working on in my life.  Yesterday I didn’t do so well with it.  Today I woke up feeling discouraged because of my failures yesterday.  You know how that is? 

Then I watched this:

I’m grateful for a prophet and for apostles that speak words of hope.  Most of all I am grateful for the ultimate provider of hope—our Savior, Jesus Christ—for his love, for his life, and for his death.  I love Him! 

Letter to my roommate.

Dear Emi,

Remember how we both screamed the night that you came home and I had the blender going and I was wearing a black hoodie? 

Imagine that times 10 when I'm laying in my bed last night...it's completely dark in the house.  Every light is turned out.  I have my earplugs in.  My door is open.  And all of a sudden I see a flashlight with a slightly blue-ish glow coming from the kitchen.  I almost had a heart attack.  Of course, in that moment, I did not logically think, "oh yes, of course, Emily told me people were coming"...instead I was sure my throat was about to be slit.  Really.  That was the only idea in my mind.  I'm about to die.  I'm about to die.  Ha ha!

Love, Lucy

A lovely surprise!

Last Thursday as I was finishing up a 4-day trip for work, I came off the airplane, and who was there to greet me? Brian! He's wonderful like that! (and his family is wonderful like that! In the midst of remodeling "our" house, they let him come to see me! Thank you Harris'...is that how you do that? You put an apostrophe at the end, when there is an 's'. I'm going to have to get used to that...it really doesn't make sense).

Brian and I spent a full 4.5 days together-- watching General Conference, eating at Cafe Rio (a must when you live out of town...or when you live in town), spending some good time with his brother, sister-in-law and darling niece, taking engagement photos, and enduring (for Brian) several wedding dress fittings. Can I just say that my dress is AMAZING! It truly is! Thank you Mom! Thank you Orva!

I'm grateful for surprises that come in 6'5'' packages!