Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Cuz We Love You!

These two came up with the perfect birthday gift for their special mom and grandma--a photoshoot! Grandma's actual birthday is today, so I thought a sneak peek would be appropriate. Happy birthday, sweet neighbor and friend. I hope it's wonderful!

I wish I could post all the pictures because these two were quite the photogenic pair! ♥

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Love Story--Part 2 {The Bubble Sheet}

Photo of Us in '04

(Normally, I call my husband "Magnet" on this blog, but to tell this story right, I need to stick to his real name for now. I don't think this will be too confusing for anyone, but thought I'd clarify just in case.)

I stood there completely alone and began to let the air's chill seep into me. It felt like the nasty disturbance of an alarm destroying a pleasant dream. My pride told me it was time to head home, but I held on for a few more moments. And then, as if to stop my surrender, Will hurriedly came out of the building. The muscles in my neck finally relaxed, yet my heart continued to tense in nervousness. We clumsily pieced together our miscommunication and hurried to the back row of the auditorium just as the lights were dimming. My icy nose and fingers quickly thawed as I melted into my seat, relieved.

My memory of the rest of the concert is foggy; I know we whispered throughout the melodies, and that I enjoyed tilting our heads close to talk about Germany--he'd just returned from a mission there, and Heidelberg, Germany was the place I called home. Yes, that first date is mostly a haze of happy memories, but there's one thing I'll always clearly recall--the bubble sheet.

Will had to fill in a questionnaire to get credit for attending. At the end of the concert, I spied the circles at the top of the page that would reveal his last name. My eyes strained as I put the letters together: g-r-o-s-s. Gross. Gross?

“Is that really your last name?” I whispered without hesitation.

“Yeah, it is” he said, completely nonchalant.

(Looking back, I shudder at the thought of asking him such a thing--was that really his last name? --Of course it was really his last name! I should have at least saved further questioning for another time--could've tried asking him questions that would get me a second date. Sheesh.)

But I fell servant to my curiosity and continued.

“Did you get made fun of a lot as a kid, having a last name like that?”

“Actually, not too much. It’s German, you know—means “great” in German, he said with a grin.

Hmmm,” I shrugged. I guess, technically, I did know that it meant great (and big and large) in German, but it certainly wasn’t the first thing that came to mind.

Next, I obliviously confirmed the Mormon girl stereotype by listening to the ring of “Marie Gross” in my head. Accompanied with the classical music we were listening to, it didn’t sound half bad. Nope, the idea of “Mrs. Gross” married to William “the great” sounded marvelous to me.

“Or gross income,” he continued. “It’s also a financial term,” he told me as we slowly filed out of the auditorium. But it didn’t matter. I was enchanted by his everything.
Claire and I were determined to avoid the Freshmen-Must-Gain-15-Pounds Curse, and so we were strictly committed to running two miles each night to at least soften the spell. As Will and I walked home from the concert, I bravely asked him if he wanted to join us. My cheeks couldn’t hide my delight when he said “yes” because that meant our first evening together was to continue for at least thirty more minutes.

He waited on the couch as I changed into my running gear. When I came out and introduced Claire and Will to one another, I was reminded of how absolutely beautiful Claire is with her big smile, angelic blond hair and perfect figure. Not only that, but she’s smart and funny, too. I was proud to have such an attractive friend, but also quite nervous about the all too likely prospect of Will deciding he liked her instead of me.

Little did I know, my fears wouldn’t sleep any time soon.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Love Story {At First Sight}

I've been piecing together our love story and thought I'd share how the above began...

Flash back to September, 2000 at BYU-Idaho. I'm eighteen years old~

In a flurry of college students mostly strangers, he wore an olive-colored sweater with a tiny German flag patched to his shoulder. His countenance was easygoing and authentic as we stood across from each other in a large circle, all positioned for a silly mixer game at our opening church social. I noticed everything about him. From his bright laugh to the unique gold watch on his wrist, I was completely consumed in a giddy crush that drew all submissiveness out of my character. At the first opportunity, I ran to my new roommate.

“Claire! Do you see that guy!?”

This was code for “nobody else in Carriage House Apartment 105 is allowed to like him—he's mine. " I hoped she’d pass along the message.

After that was out of my system, I hurried back to my spot in the game and analyzed my appearance—I wore a plaid button-down shirt with a navy cardigan. My hair was cut just below my chin, slightly curled at the ends. I hoped he’d notice little me, fresh out of high school and trying to look sophisticated.

I certainly noticed him. Except when completely necessary to look elsewhere, everything about him—his uniquely chiseled ears and nose, the touch of tan in his skin, his genuine smile—kept my glance flickering his way. Imagine my supersized delight when he caught up to Claire and me as we walked home that autumn evening. Introductions and small talk were exchanged in the short distance before we split off to go to our separate apartment complexes—just kitty corner from one another, I noticed.

Small talk was the only fuel I needed to ambitiously allow visions of us swirl through my head. Us hand-in-hand, studying together, laughing, talking, flirting, confiding~a fairytale unfolding.

On a Thursday night nearly a week later, the telephone rang. It was just the music I needed to further encourage my fictional plots because it was him. My roommate Jamie handed me the line. Immediately after he and I exchanged “hellos,” my excitement escaped down my free arm and then out my hand in choppy sign language to reconfirm to her that it was W-I-L-L (number three, pinkie finger, thumb and pointer twice)! She sweetly laughed and silently clapped her congratulations even though neither of us yet knew why he was calling.

Luckily, it was as I had hoped. A little ways into our phone chat, I was invited to an orchestra concert he was required to attend for one of his classes. A happy “I’d love to” slid off my tongue as I subconsciously became a cliche and wrapped myself up in the telephone cord and slid down the wall.

Because I was taking evening classes that first semester, I arranged to meet him outside the concert hall right after my last class. In the minutes leading up to dismissal, I turned all flibbertigibbets—packing my bag early, studying the clock’s second hand, and tapping to name a few things. When English 101 was finally over, I pushed my way through foot traffic and hurried out into the crisp Idaho air to our meeting spot, letting my China blue floral skirt float behind me.

He was nowhere. I went inside and circled the building—still didn’t see him. Crushed, I went back outside and waited a few minutes. I was sure he'd forgotten about me and that it was time to imagine, "The End."

To be continued...♥♥♥

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


Yummy, yummy, yummy! Gotta say, this was SO fun for me. Baby boy--six months old--was off the cute radar. Photographing him made me extra excited to meet our baby girl in six short weeks!


Speaking of us and ours, I thought I'd give an update on our little family since it's been so long!

Me-Eating around the clock! Baby girl can't seem to get enough food, especially sweets. (That's my excuse, anyway.) I'm just hoping I can get things under control before I have maternity pictures taken of me in a few weeks!

Mr. Magnet-Busy, busy in the flower shops getting things all prepped for Valentines Day. Check out the Flowers to Go website if you're wanting to send flower love this year:

Maggie-Dreaming about who she's going to invite to her fifth birthday party, which won't take place for another six months. She knows what kind of cake, presents, games, decorations, invitations...and the list keeps going...that she wants. Whew. I get overwhelmed just thinking about it!

Magson-Vacuuming. The kid clocks in with his toy vacuum every day for at least thirty minutes. That is, until he graduated to the real vacuum the other night. He both impressed and entertained us when he hauled it out of the closet and "talked" Magnet into removing the safety plug and turning it on for him. His whimpers coupled with his pouty face is awfully persuasive. Getting his way, he proceeded to mow our carpet for what seemed like an hour with his little tongue poked out in concentration. Our carpets have never been cleaner!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010



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