Wednesday

BFFL

I said the official goodbye to this little lady today. We had our farewell dinner last week since I had a quick trip to SC and they have a quick trip this weekend. It's really hard to say goodbye to her and what keeps me from going insane is knowing airplanes & social media exist. We just had so many plans I can't even explain, and it's just hard knowing we will both be forced into pin-pal land. Girls nights, date nights, random photoshoots and visiting teaching just won't be the same without you friend! And deep down I know good friendships like these don't come easy, so they don't say goodbye easy either. Best friends for life isn't just a coined term on friendship bracelets. It turns out, you can still have best friends even when you're old like us (of course she is older). It's a relief really, to know that. She might be the reason I don't hate Mr Smith for moving to Hickory. The world is a happier and more beautiful place with a face & soul like hers. And it's always a plus when you have a similar sense of humor and outlook on life and marriage AND your husbands get along too. We cherish the times and countdown for the reunions.


She is perfectly beautiful.


We seriously didn't even plan the matchy-matchy. We are just that connected.




And maybe our girls will be friends in the next life.




Tuesday

For Gramma Looper

We love Grandma. Happy memories on a cloudy, humid day.



Thursday

Vacation in September

Since September ended up being a surprise vacation, we have picked up our feet a bit.
And have decided to enjoy this last month with our friends.


Amy & I got our first picture together and Lexi experienced her first boat ride . . . it would have been a complete success except for the fact that it was a little too long so she got ornery on the way back.



We love Asher & the Burkharts.


Brooklyn and Lexi pretending to be friends for a few moments.





 


Dad also took down her bed this month. I did not like or support it, but alas, I lost the battle. She ended up on the floor many times until we created a barrier for her. The first week was pretty painful as she would come to our room at 5 AM to finish off her last two hours, but now she goes down easy and stays there until morning, often playing (because we keep her door shut) until she decides she is hungry and wakes us up. Mr Smith didn't have a valid reason, just an impulse to make her grow up faster.

Monday

When Crap Says Hello... Perhaps It Fertilizes



I know you heard we were moving... again
It's really hard for me not to share when things happen, especially BIG things.
This one was a little different though. You don't really want to scream it. Or can't.
Any way, we're moving again. And I need to at least document that.
Just know it was sudden but perhaps the push we needed and wouldn't have gotten otherwise.
Our days in Hickory may be counted down, our 30 day notice is in.
But it could be extended. There just isn't much incentive to extend; it becomes a money pit if we don't decide quickly. And Mr Smith definitely decided sooner than me that boxes were needed.
We could make a life here for another 5 years, or just go where Mr Smith's heart has always been.
I know I've had a love / hate relationship with this place. And honestly I feel awkward calling any city home.

I wonder why we came here and at the same time couldn't imagine not knowing or seeing the people and places here. I've told myself for awhile now to appreciate the relationships while they exist because people come and go so quickly, but truthfully, I come and go so quickly. I moved every year in college.  There was my stay in Myrtle 3 times in Virginia, my 2 years of living there. And as a couple, we've moved going on 4 times in 3 years, 3 cities. There was that 600 sq ft that cost us $1200 in Arlington. There was the 1010 sq ft apartment in Winston-Salem for $700, then this cottage house of 1400 sq ft for $675 in Hickory and now somewhere in UT most likely. I wish I could say this increase in sq footage and decrease in housing costs was a new trend, but it also means we keep moving to smaller towns. Who knows what is next. Of course I only care about where my next home will be. It's in the heart right?


PopPop came to say goodbye! It's starting to get a little sad . . .






Friday

Virtue & Strength


You got to love days where you stay in your pjs all day. Thanks to a friend, we got some new hammy downs (or as Eric calls it "hand-me-downs"! And her first baby doll, $2 at the consignment shop. 



 Don't be alarmed; we are doing things with our lives.
I swear as soon as you feel your world is comfortable, it gets a little bumpy.
And that's okay because we are grounded in good soil.
We are made of good things.

To finish up the Sunday Lessons of the month:

"Virtue is a prerequisite to entering the Lord’s holy temples and to receiving the Spirit’s guidance. Virtue “is a pattern of thought and behavior based on high moral standards.” 6 It encompasses chastity and moral purity. Virtue begins in the heart and in the mind. It is nurtured in the home. It is the accumulation of thousands of small decisions and actions. Virtue is a word we don’t hear often in today’s society, but the Latin root word virtus means strength. Virtuous women and men possess a quiet dignity and inner strength. They are confident because they are worthy to receive and be guided by the Holy Ghost. President Monson has counseled: “You be the one to make a stand for right, even if you stand alone. Have the moral courage to be a light for others to follow. There is no friendship more valuable than your own clear conscience, your own moral cleanliness—and what a glorious feeling it is to know that you stand in your appointed place clean and with the confidence that you are worthy to do so.” - Sis Dalton

"The precise nature of the test of mortality, then, can be summarized in the following question: Will I respond to the inclinations of the natural man, or will I yield to the enticings of the Holy Spirit and put off the natural man and become a saint through the Atonement of Christ the Lord?"

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