Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Romance is nice...

Romance is nice. But it is biological in origin. That dizzy head-over-heels feeling is a species of losing your mind, and most of the time it lasts only as long as the chase.

What we keep forgetting is that in marriage, as opposed to romances, you aren't marrying the thrilling wonderful perfect someone you're looking at right now.

You're marrying the man who decides not to have the dazzling career with the high salary, refusing promotions and transfers so the kids don't have to change schools.

You're marrying the woman whose body doesn't bounce back after the third baby, so she's no longer slim and attractive by the standards of the magazines. You're marrying the migraines and the hemorrhoids and the heart attack and the cancer; you're marrying the irritable, forgetful, lazy, thoughtless, sarcastic, distracted, too-busy days as well as the Kodak-happy ones.

You're marrying the one who works with you to raise the crippled child, or stands with you at the graveside of the child who dies. You're marrying the one who can't find work after the company folds or he's laid off; you're marrying the early Alzheimer's, the diabetes, the obesity, the pain of conflict and the struggle of forgiveness.

The foundation of that isn't some ideal of romantic love. It's a commitment based on the goals you share. And real love, married love, is not what you start with--it's what you create together along the way.
--Orson Scott Card

Monday, February 14, 2011

My Valentines



I consider myself lucky. I have two healthy kids and a husband I love (who I realize I need more pictures of him!). Valentine's isn't my favorite only because we should show that we love each other EVERY day and not just February 14th.



With that said, my love bug and I (carson) have a fun tradition of making sugar cookies together so before church we cut and baked them so that they would be ready for us to decorate today!





HAPPY VALENTINE"S DAY!


Sunday, February 13, 2011

Chatter Box

Caitlin is a true girl who loves the phone.



Not sure where she picked up on this because I am not on the phone much but anything that she thinks will work as a phone will go straight behind her head as she pretends and often laughs "on the phone." The other day when I answered a phone call from my mom, she was whining because she wanted it and when I didn't give in {because I was on the phone} she literally tore it out of my hands and hung up the phone because she wanted it so badly.