Here's the thing.
I'm a little tired of this blog. Are you feeling the same way?
But, I'm not done blogging. 
So, maybe I'll put something else together and we'll have fun figuring this thing out.
I love blogs- getting glimpses into other people's lives, staying connected, learning things!
But we are still unpacking, finding places for things. How did we get so many things??? And where did all those toys come from? So patience, all 3 readers. We'll get it back. Soon! For now, enjoy my little Evie cakes. I really, really wish I could bottle her up right now. On the move, but NOT WALKING, hallelujah! She is so stinking cute, best giggles, always happy. Stop growing little miss!


Ode to Provo

A late night ode to 'Provo'lone.
We met on a beautiful summers day, not knowing what the next 6.5 years would hold. 
It became center stage for much of my life's major events.
But most importantly, it taught. Despite the frozen tundra, the bizarre culture, and my own stubbornness, I learned love. 

I learned love in forms I didn't know existed, found love for those I didn't think possible, strengthened love in places I didn't know needed it, and created love, for 3 little people I love beyond the moon and back, a million times over.

It is here in P-town I fulfilled my life's dreams up to that point. And now I see how much better life can continue to become, and so it taught me to keep on dreaming.

Oh Provo. Perhaps you know more secrets than you let on. How can one so disenchanted become so attached? You make it extremely difficult to get over you.

It is here that the tightly-intertwined Mormon world gets tangled up into bigger knots that seems to forever get messier. And those happy coincidences put me right where I am.

You sneaky little happy valley. I hope you continue to stay the same, and be the place for my children (because that is the dream every BYU couple has for their offspring!) that you were for me: the background for some completely life-altering experiences.

Thanks Provo! And sayonara! (Uh, shoot. I think that's Japanese? Somebody look up Chinese for good-bye) it's been real. Now, it's time for warmer weather, and new adventures. We'll see ya on the flip side.

Oh and that's my little man. He had a pretty rough day, I will bet anybody he will be up by 4 am, seeing as he crashed on me around 6:30. Yippee! 


Taking a hiatus

I'll be back. And soon.
It's like, the first time in five years we are packing up our life and skipping town for a new adventure.
And it's the first time we know we aren't moving back. Probably ever.
But really, I am excited. My mom is not, but like she said, I must be more adventurous than her. 
And that's the truth. I have always wanted to see the world, see what's beyond my little bubble.
The kids are so excited to be with daddy, explore beaches, and leave the bitter cold behind. 
Me, too.
Mixed emotions, of course. We've been here five years! All my babies were born here, they all came home to the same house. Joseph and I met and started our life together here. My entire family is now here. How could this not be bitter sweet? 
And there I go, the tears are building up, so I will leave it at that, and say:
Thank you Utah. You meant more to me than i would have guessed. Ever.
But peace out snow.  We'll visit again. Someday.