Our Dream Home....Well, mine at least!

If you know even just a little about me, you know I'm obsessed with floor plans. Here is the end of the search...I think!

I love everything!

It's not for everyone. Just me. I think I'm going to add a basement with a storage room and another multi-purpose room. Waddya think?

My Family

Still a perfect staircase!

Rhett. Happy to be with siblings, happy to be with dad, happy to be with mom. Happy!

Brock. Fiercely loyal, Snuggle bug, great screamer.

Taycie. No pretenses, true to herself, puffs dad up, respects mom.

Cason. OBEDIENT, honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous. My straight arrow.

Valentine's Day

Mike: "The Daff-O-Dillies, or whatever, are supposed to bloom on Valentine's Day!"

I love, love, love my husband.
Every Valentine's Day I tell him not to get me any flowers because it costs too much and they don't really mean that much to me.
But every Valentine's he never fails to purchase those over-priced, beautiful flowers.
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I'm glad he does.
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To: Mom From: Cason

You're sure welcome kiddo......I love you.

Decisions

When Mike told me how serious he was about getting married when we were dating, a couple things went through my mind right away. 1. This man is righteous and I would be taken care of. 2. I have a missionary coming home in two weeks who I love very much. 3. I must tell Mike I want to commit to him.

Mike and I are very different in our decision making process. He has to think things through logically. When all the pieces fit together logically, he will then go to the temple and pray about a certain decision and get confirmation.

I work almost completely with the spirit and I commit to that confirmation almost immediately.

I had a situation come my way recently where this happened to me. I am overwhelmed by what that decision will mean for the rest of my life, but I know that it is right for this girl and this family and that everything will be all right no matter what happens.

Mike still is piecing together the logical puzzle.

He recently asked me how I can feel so strongly about something so quickly. I replied, "You didn't complain when I said yes to you."

He said, "No, no I didn't", and eased into one of his knowing smiles.

New Scanner.....have fun!

Boforehand note: Girls Night Girls....I can't find a pic of us, only Brigitte, I'll dedicate a whole blog to us later.

My sisters and me. I LOVED the purse Erin is holding! I tried so hard to get to that purple charm in the middle because it looked like grape candy. I'm glad I never got to it, I would have been disappointed.

First of all, I know, I had some serious deltoids. Basketball. You ran my life for most of my adolescence, but I thank you for the opportunity of friendships, confidence and discipline.....I guess (grumble).

Tessa Genatone. Laughing, french braiding, demon, Genatone salad, the best choco. chip cookies ever made, Shmiggy Miggy tuh-huh, so many more. I called you home for a couple of the best years of my life. Thanks

Brooks Graff. Yes, OKAY?!! I had a huge crush on you. I only said I was your best friend because we were in middle school and you know how those kids love to embarrass anyone. I claimed you as my own under the "best friend" title to save us both....I promise.

Audrey Hague. So fun and HIP! I admired your ability to put yourself out there. Very loyal and understanding. I loved having you on my side. I have always felt I didn't pull my weight as a friend. It was always good times with you!

Brigitte Parker-Thorne. Fiercely loyal, witty, hilarious (intentionally, and unintentionally), predictably dramatic (remember the fiercely loyal part, okay Brig?), always available for a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on (even if I don't cry very often). I don't know what I would do or what news I would miss without you! You are family.

Matt and Chris, my premie pals. I really had fun with that care-free lot.

BYU-I Lifeguards. We guarded the lives of the lap swimmers four hours at a time. We also bowled on the weekends, where I seriously kicked some lifeguard booty.

Lezlie Cornia, I will always remember having a cold in college and having you make me drink a whole pitcher full of orange juice. Lezlie, I know you meant well, but....SERIOUSLY?? THE WHOLE PITCHER?? I'm still going to the bathroom.

He who Mike must not name.....

Okay, okay, Alex Parker, my very best friend in highschool.....and we'll leave it at that!

More on Mike

Last night at about 2:30 am right after Mike goes to bed after homework.....

Mike: "What is that sound?"

Me: (Half asleep) "I don't hear anything"

Mike: "It's something in the attic! I'm tired of having an old, run-down house! It's something in the attic! Something is broken in the attic and it's going to catch on fire and burn down the house.

Me: (Half asleep, questioning, once again, my husband's sanity) "I'm sure it's nothing.....I really don't hear anything.

About twenty minutes later, after I've just fallen back asleep.....

Mike: "There it is again!" (getting out of bed, and heading toward the offending noise) I know it's something in the attic that's broken. I can't sleep! I can't believe you can't hear that! We need to fix it now or it could catch on fire..... (now at the window) .....oh, it's just the rain on the window, nevermind....

Me: (Long pause) ..... (cue hysterical laughter)

When I try to explain Mike to people I know who haven't met him or really don't know him, I usually have to use stories. He is so unique and quirky. I think this story sums him up pretty good. If there is something on his mind, it has to get done! We love our Daddy around here.