Two years ago Nick kidnapped me from work to go sailing into the California sunset…also, he proposed. Surprise!! Though, looking back, all I can think about is the little pep talk Nick gave me on the beach between the time he proposed and the long overdue “ring pic” my family, at home, was anxiously waiting to see.
I was scared out of my mind. We sat on the beach in the dark (BC we got a flat tire which delayed the whole proposal part of the trip) excited, hugging, crying. Marriage is such a HUGE, sacred, lifelong commitment and it terrified me. As soon as he put the ring on my finger, the fear and insecurity set in, and I found every reason to prolong the process. We were the only ones on the beach (need I remind you, it was pitch black) making the biggest decision of our lives. Time stopped and there was nothing to prove. Nick held my hands very firmly (for fear I’d run away, I’m sure) and dedicated himself to me that night to never give up on me…on us. He was confident yet gentle. He made me feel safe and loved. And that was it! Up went the proposal post and wedding planning began. When days get hard or differences arise, I tend to think about that night on the beach when it was just us two crazies vowing to work hard and love fiercely. And it’s made all the difference.
Sorry for the sappy post. Here’s to Nick and that he will finally come home from boat shows one day. 🙂
We had a guilty pet owner moment this last week. Lucille Ball (Lucy), our antisocial and anxiety-ridden hedgehog was due for some fresh air outside. Seeing how the sun came out to play this week, Nick built her a homemade cardboard cage to enjoy the grass near our front porch.
While editing video inside, I made sure to check on her every 15 minutes or so. During one of the 15 minute editing breaks, somehow Lucy burrowed her way under the box and made a break for the fence to the junk yard on the other side…I know! To my surprise our introverted, anything-but-adventurous hedgie decided to make things interesting 🙂 I mean,
My dad surprised Rach, Finn and me with a trip to San Diego for our 25th birthday. AHH! It was a wonderful, relaxing weekend away in the sun. We spent the mornings and afternoons wandering the beach, exploring surrounding vendors and occupying the resort’s hot tub. It was perfectly relaxing in every way.
Though, above all, most of the trip consisted of coddling Finn as it was a trip of many firsts…first time wearing a swimsuit, first time in the pool, first time touching the sand, first trip away from home, etc. ***I’m very aware how completely and utterly OBSESSED we are with this little guy….but look at him:)
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People are so, so good.
My first impression of Ghana Make A Difference came from a lunch date with Stacey and Cory Hoffman (Directors) two weeks prior to our departure date. This filming opportunity kinda fell into BOTH of our laps last minute. I was originally planning to film abroad in Mali for a different African non-profit. Due to safety precautions, that trip was canceled last minute, and miraculously the Hoffman’s and I were connected. They told me their story of trying to adopt a set of twins in Africa which resulted in them moving to Ghana for many, many months in order to get the adoption papers/process approved to bring these children home with them. In the meantime, they saw so much disarray and hardships while in Ghana that they decided to dedicate their lives and much of their finances organizing a children’s home now known as GMAD. I know, right!?! They are the salt of the earth and so very giving. After our lunch date, I left knowing I wanted to do everything I could to showcase this wonderful organization.
We spent the whole week of Christmas up in Idaho with Nick’s family. It was a week in heaven….snowmobiling, board games, yummy food, and endless snow. We had a great time enjoying the fresh mountain air. One of the highlights of the week was cutting down our own Christmas tree. It was humble, sparse and Charlie Brownish…just the way I like Christmas trees. 🙂
I’ve been meaning to write this post for awhile now but with the hard hit of wedding videos and trying to juggle family plans this holiday season, I haven’t had much time to reflect on this cool adventure. As many of you know, it was a struggle just getting to Dubai.
Long story short, I somehow misplaced my passport **or more likely threw it away in the process of getting a visa for Africa and I found out at 11pm the night before our early morning flight. It was the travelers nightmare come true!
When I moved to Condo Row, four years ago, I noticed a particularly handsome guy running the show, when I mean show, I mean ward activities. His energy and eagerness to get people together was intriguing to say the least. I’m talking buying a motorhome for the single purpose of getting as many people as possible to roadtrip with him to southern utah or Moab. Why limit the invite list to four people when you could have 20+!?!
Recently, I’ve been striving to make Sunday’s a delight. Though Sunday’s can be really fulfilling, they often leave me exhausted and feeling inadequate. It used to be a day spent with family, relaxing, journal time, and reading. Now, I can’t seem to find the time to have a decent conversation with Nick before I crash hard on the couch due to endless meetings and time spent far, far out of my comfort zone (it really takes a toll). Needless, to say, this much-needed spiritual edification, relaxation, and meditation has been lacking big time.
A few weeks ago, someone made a comment that completely changed my perspective on Sunday worship.
I’m experiencing some serious sister pride watching Rachel along this journey of becoming a mother. She is already so careful and well-thought-out in how she approaches this little baby… Baby (Rachel and Carson) Garrett is one of the luckiest to be coming to such a loving, fun, safe home.
Welcome to my new workspace. Nick snapped this picture because I’ve basically grown roots here in thie little corner of our home. Since working from home, I’ve thought more and more about creating a space–no matter how small–to recharge, create, work and play. We ended up selling our piano in attempt to make more room for “an office” that I can call my own. We’re still in the never-ending declutter/make-beautiful phase, but I’m totally converted to the power of spring cleaning and sprucing up the nest a wee bit for a happier, more productive home.
**Any organizational tips or ideas on how to set up shop in a limited amount of space would be much appreciated!!!