A little over a year ago, we almost lost a very good family friend- my second grandmother. She had an infection that went septic in her body and it was an absolute miracle she lived. There are no words how I felt two Decembers ago seeing Maryann in a hospital bed, hooked up to ventilator and various other machines. Her face was hollow and the life and energy that once embodied her was no longer there. Communication was limited and mobility non-existent.
Fast forward to this past Christmas. Maryann progressed significantly over the year, with a few mishaps. Nonetheless, she was off her feeding tube, very talkative and alert. Her husband of 48 years would come visit her at the assisted living facility twice a day and, of course, brought their dogs up to visit. Harley never left without saying prayers, leaving a funny note, and a kiss goodbye.
Since being home in December, Harley's cancer he had been battling on and off for 18 years progressed significantly. In most recent weeks, he grew exceedingly weak and frail, oftentimes not making it up to see Maryann. Hospice was called in and it became a matter of waiting.
I think one of the hardest things about death is the change that comes with it. Maryann and Harley held me as a baby and practically raised me for the first portion of my childhood. They attended our family parties, birthdays, and sporting events. Every time we visited Omaha over the last five years, we never missed the chance to see them. Harley was just one of those staples in my life who was just always there. That changed yesterday, leaving behind his sweetheart.
With the recent passing of Valentine's Day, I have thought so much about this sweet couple; how they just made love seem so effortless. I have always looked to them as a perfect example of love. The perfect mix of firecracker and sweet.
One of my favorite things about these two were their love for dogs. I remember when they first got Mitzie. We took her over to Grandpa's house to meet him- and as a little girl, I was so excited! Fast forward to the years after Mitzie: the week before last Christmas, Harley told my mom that he would be driving a couple hours away to "take care of something." Maryann looked at him with a huge grin as they both acknowledged their secret. Not long after, Harley walked in with their new Pomeranian! Harley was quite the stinker, but I love how even in his final days, he was still a kid at heart trying to make his wife happy.
Harley was always working on the next project. "Mr. Fix It" built his wife her dream porch that evolved over the years. Visits started in their kitchen decorated with Maryann's favorite animal, pigs! Any man who allows their home to be overrun with pigs is a good one. Later, these visits evolved to their screened in porch which became quite the hot spot for all the birds and squirrels in town!
Above all, Maryann and Harley are two of the most Christlike individuals I have ever met; faithful to the Lord and to one another. Despite trials throughout their life, they always turned to the Lord. As a kid, I remember every meal began with grace. Anyone who Maryann babysat knows it still- "Come Lord Jesus be our guest..."- y'all know the rest. Maryann's staff was amazing enough to get her out of her assisted living facility this past week to see her husband one last time, saying their prayers before they parted. I cannot describe how heart wrenching it was that day thinking about their final moments together.
Love has become so distorted these days, marriage mocked, and the idea of a being in a lifelong committed relationship is often scorned. How grateful I am to have witnessed such a strong marriage. My only hope is that Riley and I can emulate their relationship as we grow old.
There are love stories, and this is one of my favorites. A love for the ages. A love that is memorable, lasting.
"Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed.; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding." -Nicolas Sparks
Thus can be said the same for love. Don't over-analyze; don't attempt to fully understand it.
For all you young'ns, don't take your elders for granted. They will not be there forever. You will understand as you get older how important they are in your life. To one of the liveliest, most faithful, hard-working men I know... Until we meet again. For now, you will be missed.
Five years, huh? It feels like just yesterday that Riley and I were making that 90-minute drive from Pocatello to Logan every weekend. Making that commute was tedious at times, but looking back, those were the best days.
Riley and I have known each other going on ten years now and I love him more now than ever. It's so crazy to think about how we came together. All the events that had to align just right to meet one another in Omaha during the summer of '06. Although we weren't aware of it then, I would like to think that this whole thing, me and Riley, were meant to be. I like those sappy love stories, I believe in fate, and that we all have other half. If you haven't found him/her yet, just know it took four years for me to realize Riley was that other half.
These last four years have been full of ups and downs, lefts and rights and through it all, Riley has been my rock. I didn't realize it until I was married how grateful I am to have a companion, someone who will be by my side no matter what the season, someone I can vent to, someone to share my insecurities with, someone I can share my hopes and dreams, and someone I can be completely vulnerable towards. I can't even imagine what it would be like without him.
I am not going to go into that mushy gushy stuff, because let's be honest, I have done a lot of that on this blog already ha!! But I do want to share some of the things that I have learned along the way. I hope this resonates with those who will or have already embarked on the incredible journey of marriage:
Be Together, But Don't Be. I remember so many of my friends in Logan would talk about how people changed when they got married. The notion was that once you get married, you pretty much disappear from the social scene. I understand the importance of spending time together, but I understand that being alone and have time away from your spouse is even more significant. Riley and I aren't afraid to get away with our friends for a weekend or to have a night by ourself. When you're married, don't lose your individual self that makes you "you."
Independence. One of the greatest blessings (although not necessarily by choice) has been living far from family, particularly over the past almost four years. It's just been me and Riley; no parents and no siblings to constantly call for help. We have relied on one another and the network of friends we have built up in St. George. Of course, this doesn't mean we don't miss them all because we certainly do!! If you really want to test your marriage and your resilience, move away for a few years. Let your best opportunities for a better future as a family lead you.
Call Their BS. This isn't as bad as it sounds. You both are bound to encounter things that will upset or bother you. Instead of stewing over it, be honest with one another and express your feelings. One of the key lessons in personal and professional life is that people don't know how they are acting until someone makes them aware. A behavior cannot be adjusted if someone doesn't know they are doing it. Avoiding those small problems can lead to larger issues if they are prolonged... so, cut the CRAP! ;)
Never Stop Dreaming. I am a dreamer. I am a goal-setter. I have a vision for the way I want my life and my career to go. Riley knows this and he knew this before we got married. I know he is the same way. He has goals and vision for his career and family 20 years down the road. The best thing you can do in a marriage is to honor and validate those goals of personal growth and development. Of course, there will always be unexpected turns, but you will always get where you need to go. I am so grateful for Riley's hard work and his willingness to allow me to chase my passions. Support. Sacrifice.
FORGIVE. FORGIVE. FORGIVE. This one does not need much explanation. We don't have many big arguments, but of course every couple encounters this. These arguments tend to come in those brief moments of fatigue, stress, and perhaps even hunger haha. I know I am one of the most stubborn people, ask Riley and my mom ha. Of course, this is never a good ingredient in the recipe for getting along. One of the aspects in our marriage have taken greatest pride in is our ability to recognize our faults and apologize quickly. Neither of us can go long being upset with one another and it isn't worth it to allow hard feelings to go on.
I recently started a book called Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist. Her chapters range anywhere from food to friends to family to work. Possibly one of my favorite chapters is one titled "A Blessing for a Bride." Here is an excerpt:
"People refer to your wedding day as the best day of your life. I understand why entirely. I remember my wedding day so absolutely clearly. I remember putting on the veil, seeing Aaron’s face for the first time, the heaviness of my dress as I walked down the aisle with my dad. I remember the taste of the champagne and the sound of the band. I remember dancing with Aaron as though it was last night, and it was nearly eight years ago.
This is the thing, though: When people tell you that your wedding day is the best day of your life, what it sort of sounds like they’re saying is that it’s all downhill after the wedding is over. So many pastors make it a point to tell you, right during the ceremony, that it’s all fun and games while you’re wearing the dress and holding the flowers, but that serious business starts when the dancing stops. That’s true, in some ways. Marriage is a serious business, and there’s a lot to marriage that you can’t see from where you’re standing in the front of a church, bridesmaids surrounding you.
Your wedding day will, of course, be an extraordinary day. But on that day, you cannot imagine the beautiful, life-altering, soul-shaping things ahead of you. This is just the beginning. I know you believe that you could not possibly love him more than you do right now. I understand that. I felt that. I was wrong. I’m not an expert on anything, and certainly not on marriage, but I’m here to tell you that what you feel on your wedding day is like dipping your toe in an ocean, and with every passing year, you swim farther and farther from the shore, unable, at a certain point, to see anything but water. This is just the beginning, and you can’t imagine the love that will bloom between you over time.
You will cry together, laugh together, pray and dance and move furniture together. You will learn and unlearn things, make a home together, hurt each other’s feelings without meaning to, and sometimes very much on purpose. You will learn over time that the heart of marriage is forgiveness. You will learn in the first six months how much forgiveness he requires, and then you will realize, in the six months after that, just how much forgiveness you yourself need.
A piece of practical advice: you will not sleep well the night before your wedding. It’s pretty much a fact. Your mind will rattle and shake, full of bizarre fears. You fear that your dress will fall off. It will not. You fear that you did not, in fact, secure a caterer. You did. You will fear, with each passing hour of the night, that your face is puffing up like a sausage and the area under your eyes is becoming blacker than an eight ball. This is not true. You are young, and a good makeup artist can cover a multitude of sins. Wake up a bridesmaid or your mother, make some tea, and let them remind you about the important things: the florist will indeed show up, your crazy uncle probably will hit on your bridesmaids, but they’ll play it off graciously, and most important, you are indeed ready to be a wife.
Part of being a married couple means that you create a new identity together, woven from your experiences and histories and lives. Work hard to become your own family, with your own values and traditions, things you always do, things you never do, things that bring you back to why you fell in love in the first place. Dance to your song in the backyard, wear your wedding shoes every anniversary. Carve out your own history together, little by little, month by month, year by year. Because there will be seasons that are as dry as deserts, and the history of your love for one another will be the water you need to bring new life and growth, turning that season from dust to garden once again.
Today is about the promise of the future and all the great moments of the past and, indeed, this beautiful present where you stand together, surrounded by people who love you and who are praying that your marriage is one of the great ones. It could be, you know, if you work hard and forgive often, and get over yourself and your selfishness over and over again. It could be one of the stories people tell, when they want to believe in love’s power and life’s richness. It could be one that your children and grandchildren tell each other, praying that someday they’ll have a love like yours.
My grandparents celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary this year. They are one of those couples that are living a love story every day, even after sixty years. They went to third grade together, and then Grandma’s family moved away. And when they met again at seventeen, Grandpa swears he remembered that beautiful face from the third grade. They were married at the Justice of the Peace, just before Grandpa left for the Navy. They moved to Hawaii a few years after the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Life took them to California for a few years, and then back home to Michigan. At their house in Kalamazoo, Grandpa worked in his shop while Grandma tended her roses, all along the white fence. We watched them slow dance in the kitchen and loved to look through their pictures from Hawaii and their sailing trips. They love to ride bikes together, and for their seventy-fifth birthdays, they took their tandem recumbent bike to Washington, DC, to ride along the Potomac.
On the night of their anniversary party, we had dinner and cake and when we toasted them, essentially, we all said the same thing. We each said our own versions of thank you for having a marriage that gives us something extraordinary to aspire to. Thank you for all the times we caught you kissing in the kitchen and all the times you showed us pictures of your wedding and your years in Hawaii and your sailing trips and bike rides. Thank you for giving us a picture of how we could be, if we work really hard and are very good to one another. Thank you for living with so much love and tenderness and laughter that we have in you a real life picture of how good it can be.
You, my dear friend, will be a bride for one day, but you will, with God’s grace and your own very hard work, be a wife to this man every day for the rest of your life. Being a bride is super-fun, but it pales in comparison to the thrill and beauty of being a part of one of the truly great partnerships, like my grandparents.
Make your love story one worth telling.
Make it one worth living, every day, as long as you both shall live."
I love our love. I love our adventures and I love coming home to you. Riley, thank you for doing this life with me.
I hope we can always set an example to others as we move forward, as well as continue to be an example to one another. May we always live in the present and savor these days when it's just you and me (and Jersey of course). And one day when we look back, I hope our story is worth telling.
Here's to locking that love and throwing away the key.
xoxo
Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Powerful. This video sparked so many intense emotions for me a couple weeks ago. I immediately started this post, but never finished it. I am finally finishing it in hopes for some therapeutic relief today. Sometimes things happen where I just have to put thoughts onto paper in hopes of gaining some sort of comprehension. It may be a bit choppy, but here we go.
Back in 2007, there was a mall shooting only a few miles away from my house in Omaha. I remember being so angry about the lives that were taken that November. One man, a father, who was traveling through Omaha on his way back home. He happened to take the detour to stop at Westwards in hopes of finding gifts for his child(ren). He happened to be there the same night a young man entered Von Maur and opened fire killing nine people including himself and injured four.
Perhaps it was just too close to home that I really, truly started questioning the existence of God. It is so easy to question His presence and plan when such tragic events happen in our lives and throughout the world.
Where was God on September 11th, 2001 when 2,977 innocent men, women, children, and rescue workers were tragically ripped from their families in the most horrible way?
Where is God when some of the best people we know taken away from a brutal illness or a tragic car accident?
Where is God when we a close family friend is on her way home from work and she is brutally murdered at a traffic stop?
Where is God when a women or child is sexually abused leading to death or lifelong psychological effects?
Where is God when a mother is given false hope for a child that she later miscarries?
Where is God when a group of terrorists walk into a school and slaughter a classroom of children?
Time and time again, I have searched for these answers. When the shooting happened in Omaha, I asked where He was and why He allows these things to happen.
A friend shared a scripture with me that I will never forget. It is from Alma 14. The believers, including women and children, were burned alive because of their faith. Yet, it was known that they were immediately sent to the highest glory of heaven and they would stand as a judge against their murderers at the last day.
8 And they brought their
wives and children together, and whosoever believed or had been taught to
believe in the word of God they caused that they should be cast into
the fire; and they also brought forth their records which contained the holy
scriptures, and cast them into the fire also, that they might
be burned and destroyed by fire.
9 And it came to pass that
they took Alma and Amulek, and carried them forth to the place
of martyrdom, that they might witness the destruction of those who were
consumed by fire.
10 And when Amulek saw the
pains of the women and children who were consuming in the fire, he also was
pained; and he said unto Alma: How can we witness this awful scene? Therefore
let us stretch forth our hands, and exercise the power of God which
is in us, and save them from the flames.
11 But Alma said unto him:
The Spirit constraineth me that I must not stretch forth mine hand; for behold
the Lord receiveth them up unto himself, in glory; and he doth suffer that
they may do this thing, or that the people may do this thing unto them,
according to the hardness of their hearts, that the judgments which
he shall exercise upon them in his wrath may be just; and
the blood of the innocent shall stand as a witness against them,
yea, and cry mightily against them at the last day.
The response?
God is there. He is there crying with us.
In moments of our darkest despair and heartache, [I now believe] He is there.
Conversely, I have been blessed with the best husband, family, and friends anyone could ask for. This imperfect me has witnessed so many miracles in my life. Despite my trials, I have had so many moments of pure happiness. Whether it be as minute as living to see another sunrise, or accomplishing something I worked so hard for, or seeing the face of a newborn baby for the first time, He has been there.
It is so easy to praise God in the good times, but even easier to question Him in times of trial.
Many of us have been taught to pray for what we desire. Whether it be a new job, passing a test, or making it home safely. Well guess what? Not everyone gets their dream job, passes that test, or has a plane that lands safely to their destination.
Recent events very personal to me have taught me one thing about prayer. No matter how hard you pray, or how much faith you have that something will go in your favor, you still may not get what you were asking for.
So, I am changing the way I do prayers. Instead of praying for those things that I wish to have happen, I will pray for God to provide me with comfort and understanding for however the situation turns out. In the end, God's Will will always prevail (though sometimes that is interrupted by people's agency). There is always a reason and always a lesson. Whether it is in a week or 10 years down the road or at Heaven's gate, He will make it known to us.
It is important to remember that something that makes life so beautiful are these times of happiness and trial we experience. Without pain and suffering, we would not know happiness. I love this scripture from 2 Nephi 2:
23 And they would have had no children; wherefore they would have remained in a state of innocence, having no joy, for they knew no misery; doing no good, for they knew no sin.
24 But behold, all things have been done in the wisdom of him who knoweth all things.
25 Adam fell that men might be; and men are, that they might have joy.
26 And the Messiah cometh in the fulness of time, that he may redeem the children of men from the fall. And because that they are redeemed from the fall they have become free forever, knowing good from evil; to act for themselves and not to be acted upon, save it be by the punishment of the law at the great and last day, according to the commandments which God hath given.
But just as good times do not last forever, trials will too pass.
I remember when a friend was going through a breakup, her pain was unbearable. Someone said, "just how you can't be happy forever, you can't be sad forever either."
I just love that. Trials come and go, but God remains constant.
I am so grateful for my family. I am grateful for all that is good in my life, even some of the bad. We are all going through this life together and I know that between them and my Savior, I am never alone.
Whether we are believers or not, He is watching out for every one of us. Whether you are religious or not, He hears your prayers, He hears your cries, and He is responding. Just listen.
When I moved to Utah in 2009, my eyes were opened to all the amazing natural attractions in the western region. One of these places was the gorgeous Havasupai Falls in Arizona. It is extremely difficult to get permits to, but we were fortunate to tagged along with another group this last weekend. So, after five years, I finally visited this little paradise in the desert!
This trip was memorable one. We met some awesome new people and had some good conversations. It was a unique opportunity for us to step back and truly remember what matters most. Too often we get tied into work, school, and technology, that a weekend in pure nature really reminds you of how incredible our world is. Beautiful places like Havasupai make it really hard to deny God. He truly has an artistic hand that continues to leave me in disbelief. I was also grateful for the opportunity I had to try out our new camera. Ever since I was in high school, I wanted to get into photography (actually considered art school for a while), but never did. This is just another avenue to take my creative imagination and Havasupai was a perfect place to start!
I wish the pictures could justice for how incredible the falls really were. There were four different sites we visited and it was the most refreshing, blue, clear water I've ever seen inland. It is difficult to describe it in words, so I will in pictures instead!
(Video Courtesy of PJ)
When I describe the infinite beauty we experienced, it didn't come without a cost. After our 6-hour drive, it was an 8-mile hike to the Havasu village and another 2 miles to the campground. We carried our 3-day packs in the whole way in. Once we arrived to our campsite, we still have shorter hikes to each waterfall. In all, we hiked a little over 30 miles in 3 days... Crazy!! Riley and I learned that we are not quite the backpacker type haha. It took a few days to get over the blisters and soreness.
Throughout the weekend, we grew more convinced we were to take the 10-minute helicopter ride out. We were tired, sore, and hungry. We were supposed to stay until Monday morning, but decided to leave on Sunday because it started storming. When the time came to leave, we had all the opportunity in the world to leave in the chopper, but instead we decided to make the 10-mile trek back out. Luckily, we were able to fly our bags out for $20/bag (best $40 ever spent!!).
We left with a two friends we met on the trip who happened to be a couple of Hulks that booked it along the trail. I am concerned that they didn't even break a sweat during the final mile-long vertical up the mountain ha! I'm so happy we had them with us because they really pushed us and got us to the car in half the time as when we hiked in!
Despite how difficult it was, I wouldn't have changed a thing. More than the physical, it was such a great experience for Riley and I as a couple. Not only was it a completely new and crazy adventure, but we also had to rely on each other more than ever before. I remember telling Riley while we were hiking back to the car about how happy I was because it was something to say that we did. It would only hurt for a short amount of time, but in the end we would be grateful we pushed through it... together. Thus, are some of the trials we face in life.
This trip was truly symbolic of the strength we have in our marriage. Although it is not ideal, living away from our homes is seriously the best thing we could have done. Over the last four years, we have learned to rely solely on one another. If we need a ride, a favor, etc, we have to allocate our own resources to execute whatever we need done. We have spent a lot of holidays without our families, missed important events, and spent a lot of nights missing the little things. However, the lessons we have learned about responsibility, hard work, accountability, and independence are worth more than we could have imagined. The trials we face living on our own can be difficult, but it makes the successes at work and school that much sweeter!
I am sad to see some of my good Omaha friends moving away this year, but I could not be more anxious for them. If there is one piece of advice that I (I can speak for Riley on this too) would give to a young person/couple, it would be that they need to move away for at least a brief period of time. My time at Utah State and beyond has allowed me to reach a new level of maturity that I would not have been able to reach otherwise. All my sisters have lived or are living away from home and I think they would all agree with me on the subject. I have grown to truly appreciate my home, friends, and family. I am proud of where I come from and it is always so exciting to go back to visit.
I think we all need experiences every once and a while that make us step back and examine our lives. Every now and then, do something that takes you away, reminds you of what truly matters in life. Something that reminds you of your belief in a higher power and the beauty that we have been blessed with. I've noticed myself stepping away more from social media this last week and focusing on school, work, etc. Needless to say, I've been very productive! I am so grateful for Riley and the loyalty and strength that he has shown me over the last four years. We have been fortunate to travel together and experience the world together. As our four year anniversary approaches on the 21st, I can say that I love him more every day and I look forward to more adventures to come.
I shot this at the very end of our hike back to the car. Remember: No matter how rocky the road, there is always something beautiful about it.
