See that bed set up there? I really, really like it (so we bought it), but I just can't decide on an accent color. My favorite thing about it is how relaxed it makes me feel. Cheesy? Yes. Am I serious? Yes. I have a couple of ideas of colors to go with, but...
My professor for my Parenting & Child Guidance class asked us all in class today to take ten minutes and write a letter to our future firstborn. If you think it's super easy to write a letter to someone who doesn't yet exist, you're wrong.
#1. I could not for the life of me think of how to start this letter.
I figured it'd be safer just to skip that part for now.
#2. What was I supposed to talk about?
This is me writing you a letter... I think your father is attractive. Could you maybe wait for Dad and I to pay off the car before you come? Babies are cute. I hope you're cute and grow hair before you're three. I shouldn't have worn a dress today because this classroom is freezing!
How in the world was I going to fill ten whole minutes?
#3. The closing.
You're the best, Hope you're doing great and having a good time, Sincerely, Keep your siblings in line up there,
I figured ending with just a "Love," was perfectly fine.
Okay, so all kidding aside, it wasn't a terribly easy assignment at the beginning but things slowly began to pick up. After I figured out a greeting and what general direction I wanted to take, I literally felt like I could have filled over an hour of things I want that future child to know. Words of advice, or telling that baby about me and who I am, or sharing the things I love with him/her. Telling him/her about the wonderful people he/she will be associated with, and what great examples they are. Or telling him/her about how I won't be the perfect mom, but I'll try to do my very best.
And I might have teared up a little while pouring my heart into that letter today,
because that future baby will be loved and so very, very wanted.
Lately I've been slacking in the housewife department. You know, like not making dinners or doing laundry or even making the bed in the morning. So for dinner last night, between studying up on mortgages and loans and other really fun {sarcasm} details like interest and inflation, we pulled a Costco pizza out of the freezer and made do. As if it really helps, we had some salad from a bag too. *crickets chirping* I know, fail.
This is just part of what makes finals weeks so... torturous fun.
I guess the best part of studying/finals week would be taking breaks. Going for a walk around the neighborhood with B and having the kids we teach on Sundays yell hello from down the street. Or eating watermelon together at midnight while watching an episode of This Old House (It's actually pretty neat--don't judge ;) before finally heading to bed at 2 am.
But to be honest, I'm grateful for all of it.
A little pressure never killed anyone. (Except maybe that spider I found on the bathroom floor this morning...)
"Faith is something greater than ourselves and
enables us to do what we have said we'll do, to press forward when we are tired
or hurt of afraid, and to keep going when the challenge seems
overwhelming and the course is entirely uncertain."
Our trip to Denver was successful, to say the least. We (B, the car, and I) all arrived in one piece, played as long and as hard as we could, and then said adios! to the beautiful green hills and mountains (B, that part's for you!) to head back to real life.
We shopped the sales, partied until our feet hurt, took a trip to the Denver temple, burned at an amusement park, roasted marshmallows, gained a Sam's Club membership, played an intense round of Scrabble, and loved not being at school or work!
I'm a Utah girl - married to a Colorado boy - living in Missouri, and this is my little corner of the internet where I record what life brings our way. Thanks for stopping by!
