Thursday, December 31, 2009
Prince and Tori's Wedding
Prince and Tori were married in the Salt Lake Temple. Prince lived with my family for about five years during high school. I was only home for about a year and a half of that time. After the ceremony, there was an open house for them at my parent's house. It was a special day for them, and we wish them all the best as a married couple.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Nana's Birthday and Sledding
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Skiing
Stephen and I got away for a day and went skiing to Sundance. It was so good to be together all day without children. A huge thanks to my mom and sister for taking care of the little ones. We only skied for half a day, but we were gone all day with the drive, equipment rental, freeway traffic, etc. The slopes were great with a fresh dusting snow, and we ate a delicious lunch at the Founder's Grill at Sundance. We split an onion tart for our appetizer, and it was simply divine! I want to try to recreate it, but I am afraid that we would even come close. After eating all the yumminess, oh the warm apple pie was divinity, we hit the slopes again and Stephen got off on his own while I stuck with my favorite easy run. We had a fabulous day!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Socks
I should be blogging about Christmas and all the festivities, but that involves uploading a bunch of pictures and I just don't feel like it right now. That will have to wait. My post tonight is going to be about socks. When I went in for a D&C for the miscarriage, the nurse put some gray hospital socks on my feet. You know the kind that have no heel and white plastic nubbies on the bottom for some traction. The kind that have a very thin elastic string around the top and don't stay in place at all. On that day, nothing felt better than getting those fuzzy socks on my cold feet lying in bed awaiting the procedure. In a strange way those socks seemed to warm my heart a bit too. And everyday since that day those gray socks sit in my top drawer just waiting to be put on after a bad or hard or upsetting day. I would have thought that I wouldn't have ever wanted to see those socks again because of the memory they hold, but instead I relish the warmth those gray socks bring. On each disappointing, discouraging, sad, depressing day those gray socks find their way out of the drawer and onto my feet and each and every time since that first day they bring me comfort, warmth, and a bit of inner strength that I didn't know that I had. I refer to those days now as my gray sock days. For Christmas, my mom gave me some new socks. I tried them on tonight, and they are even softer and warmer than those gray socks and even have a bit of aloe in them. They are pretty fancy and might take the place of those gray socks for my bad days. But I have a feeling on those days when I need strength the most, the gray socks might just make their way out of the top drawer again.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas Day
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