Confused

I don't understand a lot of things. I don't understand why I lose any ability to deal with stress when I am sleep deprived or hungry. Today Brandon waited up for Britain so that I could sleep in until ten. Ironically she also slept in until ten, but it was a kind gesture for him to make for me. I know that I need to do a lot of things. But I'm also trying to be pleased with the things that I do get done. I know life is okay. Everything is going to work out. I think I just need a sleep in day every now and then.

3 years

I love Brandon. He is my best friend, my strongest supporter and he's cute too. :) I know he's on my side (except at night when I'm on his side of the bed... accidentally encroaching on his space...) I know he loves me. And I love him.

I can't believe we've been married for three years. 
I can't believe I can love him more than I did on our wedding day.

He's cute, three years ago I called him, panicked. I told him I didn't have time to get married. I was freaking out over packing my stuff, I was freaking out over getting to bed on time, and having time to get my hair done in the morning. I don't remember everything I was worried about, but I do remember his sweet voice reassuring me that I would be okay. Asking if I loved him, and when I responded yes, he told me that was all that mattered. He convinced me to go to sleep. And the next morning I was okay again. Nervous, but excited. If only he had known that those extreme panic moments were part of me....hehe...

It's been three years, lots of fun, lots of grumps, lots of hugs, lots of (my) tears. And now I know him three years better than before. I wouldn't trade a day of it. 

Almost one year after we got married, he took me to the hospital at midnight, and he slept in a chair while we waited for our sweet baby to come into our lives. And he shocked me again, he is the best dad I have ever met. He loves his baby with so much tenderness that I can't even comprehend it. 

Basically what that means is that I KNOW that I married my 100% perfect-for-me soul-mate. He is my best friend for always and the only one I want me eternity with. 

I know this is super cheesy-but cut me a break its 1:30 am... and he's working all night again, for me. Because he loves me enough to work hard so I can be the mom I always wanted to be. 

I love you Brandon. 
You're my favorite.
Even if I had to force you to marry me ;)

Thanks for three years! Now, here's to eternity!

Not the end...

My sister's best friend passed away this week. My sister is being incredibly strong for everyone leaning on her. I can see it, and I'm not even there. 

I wish with all my heart that everyone had the knowledge that I have. I understand that this young girl, and every other person will live again. That is the plan that Heavenly Father has created for us. Death is not the end. While death is painful and scary on this side- it is actually a beautiful celebration on the other side. It marks the end of the trials and pains of our mortal existence. I am so grateful for the knowledge that death only separates us for a short time. 

Alma Chapter 40: (In the Book of Mormon)

       11 Now, concerning the ^astate of the soul between ^bdeath and the resurrection—Behold, it has been made known unto me by an angel, that the spirits of all men, as soon as they are departed from this mortal body, yea, the spirits of all men, whether they be good or evil, are ^ctaken ^dhome to that God who gave them life.

        12 And then shall it come to pass, that the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of ^ahappiness, which is called^bparadise, a state of rest, a state of ^cpeace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care, and sorrow.

I love that I have such a comforting knowledge of the plan of salvation. I appreciate that my brother in law has given two years of his life to teach this message of peace and hope to people who have lived without this comfort. Death will always be sad for us saying goodbye, even if it is only for a time…But how kind our Heavenly Father is to share with us the great joy awaiting those who pass away.

I love my sister. I admire her courage in such a tragic situation. I love my entire family. I pray that comfort will bless all those who so desperately need it. 

And exhale...

We moved. I'm happy. I did forget to forward my mail until today... How weird would it be for me to knock on my old door and ask if they have any of my mail? I really want to... Steve told us in an email that he had sent us a physical letter, but I think it probably already got to our old place... Okay, unless someone actively tells me not to, I think I'm going to knock on the door.

Moving on, so yesterday my princess turned two! She is so big. So far she has done really well with her big girl bed transition too. She had a rough first two days, but I think that was as much because we moved as anything else. In hindsight, it wasn't very nice to make her move and change beds in the same day... Oh well. She hates going to bed, but she actually sleeps through the night better than before. (okay maybe I just sleep better...) I think she likes being able to get up and play when she wakes up in the morning until I come get her. She is a sweetheart.

Alright, sorry for not blogging more. Life has been pretty crazy. Also, Britain wakes up like an hour earlier here, so I need to head to bed. Loves!