I recently found out that a friend of mine has a great opportunity to go study abroad because she won a grant. Awesome. I am so excited for her. And yet, sad for me.
Ever since I was 7 years old I have actively dreamed of going to Europe and with each new development in my life, that dream fades into the background while my life is slowly filling up with laundry, dishes, diapers, kids, and the like. Don't get me wrong, I love those things.. well I don't love dishes or diapers or laundry... but I do love clean clothes, clean kitchens and clean babies.
One time I was talking to my sister Shelly about life plans and how life doesn't always go the way we plan. Or really ever but how that can be a good thing sometimes too. [When I started at BYU I was going to graduate with a degree of Secondary Education and teach at some junior high out east (I am not sure why but thats what I wanted) and live all myself for a year or two and then if I met someone, get married and if not, well then I wouldn't get married. Simple as that. Instead, I am almost graduated with a degree in Art History, married with two kids and as such definitely not living alone. Sometimes I am amazed at how little I knew myself and where I would've wanted to be 6 years ago.] I asked if that upset her that her life was not where she always planned and, very enthusiastically, she responded with "heck no!" Another time, I was talking with my brother Jeff and he said that it's naive to assume that multiple pathways in your life couldn't make you happy.
I have been thinking about that a lot lately. I don't have any regrets, at all, ever. I love Jake, Mikey, and Adam. I loved what I studied in school and I loved the people that I met because I switched into AH. But what if Jake and I hadn't got married? What if I didn't change my major? What if I lived in Connecticut or Rhode Island, working as a teacher? I bet I would've been happy. Probably not as happy but still, happy. I could've taken that road and still ended up in a good place.
Basically, the whole point of this rambling post is that I have realized that the grass is green everywhere. My friend is lucky but so am I.
Life lesson learned.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Shocking I know. Another post. But man oh man do I have something too cute to keep to myself.
Ever since we found out little Adam was a boy, I have been beyond excited to dress my little guys in matching outfits- weird because I am pretty sure that as a young girl that was beyond cruel and unusual punishment to be dressed liked Shelly. But oh well- it's just what parents do. I have been constantly on the lookout for matching clothes and have had no luck until yesterday!
We went to Walmart and I found these adorable outfits and so the boys were matching at church today! Adorable right?
|Mikey just loves Adam|
|Yeah, Adam is amazed at how big Jake's head looks too|
|Mikey is watching Treasure Planet. He was mad at me because I was standing between him and the tv. Heaven help the person that gets between that boy and his Treasure Planet. (half kidding, whole truth)|
Also, unrelated to the pictures but a fun Mikey story. Today in Sunday School I was out in the hall walking Adam to sleep and I was right by the nursery (our ward building is not really made for 3 wards and that little hallway was the most peaceful place I could find) All of a sudden it was like some huge disaster hit in the nursery and it sounded like all the kids were crying so I walked over to the door to peek through the hole because I figure if Mikey is unhappy, I could go help out. Well, I look in the peephole and all the kids are bawling and laying on the floor as if its the end of the world and Mikey was in the corner, peacefully playing with a truck on the floor. Whatta kid huh?