Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Four Years

This morning Brandon woke me up and said, "Do you know what today is?"

I sat up in a panic, looking around frantically. My mind said, "It's not Saturday, am I forgetting something? Was I supposed to pick someone up? Appointments.. no just finals this week.... am I supposed to be at the doctors? No, it's not Thursday.. it must be Wednesday.. oh."

"Happy anniversary. I love you."

In my defense, I am not a coherent morning person, as you can see, I didn't even know what day it was.

I can't believe it's been four years. I love my husband. My mom said today, "I don't think God is always interested in making life easy and comfortable." I am grateful that my marriage has been mostly easy and comfortable. After the first year of marriage I asked Brandon when the hard part was. You know, how before you get married and everyone tells you it's HARD. Well, I am sure it's coming, but as of now, we still wonder when the hard part will be.

Brandon is in so many ways my balance. I can't remember how I got along with out him. I don't mean that in a sappy, love song kind of way. I mean I don't know how I functioned and didn't make people absolutely crazy with out him. Not that I don't currently make people crazy.. because I'm sure I do sometimes.


I am feeling an inability to express how awesome he is to me. It seems like it would be incredibly boring for anyone reading it.

You should go look at our wedding pictures via the link on the right.. They're amazing. Don't you wish you wore pink shoes, and don't you wish you could live in the Butler's back yard? I'll make you cookies if you can spot that bikini lady in the beach pictures.

Most importantly.. Yes, he still looks at me like that.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Confession of a Mickey Mouse kind

Usually Chandler gets up with Brandon in the mornings around 7. He comes into our room with a bright "Good morning daddy!" and then starts complaining about going down stairs and wanting cereal... marshmallow cereal. Brandon usually goes down poors him some cereal and then comes back upstairs and continues getting ready for school while Chandler eats marshmallows and watches what ever play house disney has lined up for him.

When Brandon returns down stairs for his own marshmallows there is usually a conversation that goes like this:

"NOOOO!! Mickey Mouse!"
"Chandler, I want to watch basketball." Brandon has obviously changed the channel to sports center.
"Mickey Mouse!"
"Mickey Mouse!"

My confession? This is one of my favorite parts of the day. Laying in bed listening to them argue over the TV. It feels so real, like a real family.

Brandon usually wins. Then he leaves and Mickey Mouse is returned.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Little Sisters

I remember the day my mom came home and told me that the twins she was carrying were girls. I was jumping on the trampoline and jumped around with joy for another 10 minutes. I was eight. I remember visiting Natalie and Miranda at the hospital. Mom was complaining because she was cold. That's all I remember about it.

Most of my childhood they were babies. Eventually they started saying, "We're not babies anymore!" and their name changed from "the babies" to "the girls." At 15, they are still "the girls".. or at least in my mind.

They used to tell funny jokes. I remember one going like this, "Why did the chicken cross the road. To get eaten by a bear." I still think it's funny.

I always wanted a big sister (not that I would trade my big brother in for one). I'm afraid I'm not the big sister that I had imagined a big sister to be. We didn't share clothes, or make up, or... anything. They shared with each other and no one wanted my 8-year old hand me down stretchy pants. My sisters were a mere 9 years old when I left the house and the only thing I handed down was my bedroom. Which Natalie moved into before I was even gone.

Though, they are my little sisters, they far surpass me in so many ways. Their grades and school performances are remarkable, especially when compared to mine. They are currently haggling with my dad about a deal involving a car. A deal that my dad made to my older brother and I, knowing that we would not receive strait A's for 2 years. They are spiritual giants of the teenage variety and enjoy young womens activities like I never did. Their feet also out grew mine at.. I don't know.. age 8. They've even beat me at shoes size!

Natalie is intelligent and energetic. However hard we try, she resists our temptations to play games.

Miranda is bright and very thorough in everything she does.

Both ladies are beautiful, and life will be very exciting watching them through the upcoming years.

Happy birthday to my only little sisters...thank goodness you weren't boys. yuck.
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