Some interesting, and not so interesting, facts about me:
I love to think. Sometimes too much, and when that happens, I hate to think. I ponder........ ALOT........anywhere from how the snow falls, to the way the wind blows the trees, and the way the sun peeks over the mountain to show it's beautiful lining before it comes full force, or the way the sun sparkles off the water. When I notice the simple things in life, I think of how it relates to us and our lives. For example: When the wind blows, and it's shaking that little bare twig hanging down from the leafless tree, I think about how that twig is like us in a way. Sometimes we feel broken and that the storm is too strong to hang on, and sometimes to the outside eye it may seem as if we are helpless and about to fall, but no matter how hard the storm blows, we can keep hanging on through every storm. The one who seems the most like falling is sometimes the one who surprises us all. So, the next morning when the wind is calm, and the little twig is still hanging there, but the biggest branch on the tree is on the ground, it makes me realize that greatness lies in all, and that anything is possible so long as we keep holding on. Not just when the world is calm, but especially when the storm comes rolling in, and the wind is at it's hardest.
I use too many exclamation marks.
I got 97% on my English placement test for college. (That is the test you initially take to see which courses are applicable and suitable for your educational skills) However, I got like 35% or 40% on my Math.
I love to talk..... all the time..... just ask my Husband
I love to smell every piece of fresh laundry that I'm folding
I love to play. I used to be the Mom that sat on the sidelines under the shade of a tree while I observed my kids playing at the park. Since Ben came along, I have found a new joy in joining in the play almost everywhere. (Well not the McDonald's play place. This is just because I can't fit in the dang thing ;) ) If they had adult play places, Ben and I would so be there. Ben is always playing, whether we be at a park or at home in the living room. He loves to get up and play with the kids basically everywhere. This is one of the many things I love about him.
I have to make sure that nothing is in front of the heat vents before I go to bed at night. I'm awfully terrified of a fire occurring if something is left in front of the heat vent. I seriously know that nothing left in front of the heat vent will catch fire. However, it's just a weird quirk that I have to do. If I don't, I will lay in bed and think about it constantly. I do have OCD..... and it shines out in areas such as these.
I love early mornings when the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the fresh breeze is flowing through an open window or door.
I love food. Way too much.
I have found a new love for hiking. Ben brought this to my attention the first time he took me hiking. I had to literally drag my butt up that mountain. I hated it...... at first, until we reached our amazing destination. Then I had a rush go through me like never before. It was so peaceful, and breathtaking. I could feel the spirit so strong up there. I sat up there on the side of that mountain, looking at God's amazingly beautiful creations. I could hear nothing but the sound of the stream, and the breeze blowing by. It put me in a cheery spirit to be blessed enough to enjoy God's gifts to us. Fellow hikers are so friendly. It's like everyone just has the weight of the world off their shoulders, and it is so peaceful. A few weeks after my first hike, Ben took me up to the Squaw Peak overlook to watch the fireworks from above from the Stadium of Fire (I know some of you have heard me blog about the hike a couple of times). It took me awhile to get up there. I had to stop and take tons of breaks on the way up. A couple times I stopped, sat in the dirt, and started balling. I said that I couldn't make it. That I was too weak. That it was just stupid that people would want to hike up there. Through the patients and kind words of Ben, and the paced hike up there, I made it. It is one of the greatest accomplishments I have made. To some people it may be an easy hike, but to me, it was hard. I LOVED being up there, and enjoying the breathtaking view with the love of my life. There are no words to express the joy of this. I know that some people say that the hike to they "Y" on the mountain is hard, so I guess I don't feel so weak saying this was a hard hike because the squaw peak hike is like 3 times further than the distance to the "Y".
When I was a little girl, probably around 8 or so, I had learned about repentance. And..... My big sister had a box of hostess cupcakes in a box in her room. I snuck one cupcake; after I went and ate it, I prayed to Heavenly Father asking for forgiveness for me stealing my sisters cupcake. Almost immediately after the prayer, I took another one. This pattern went on for about another 5 cupcakes. I guess I thought because I was "repenting" than it would be okay because Heavenly Father would forgive me, and in the end, that's all that matters. :)
My family is everything to me. There is nothing I wouldn't do for them. I love my family beyond words.
(Did you notice I didn't use ANY exclamation marks)
Oh, and as I just typed the word "exclamation" above, this is what immediately popped in to my head:
The little white perfume bottle that I had when I was a kid. It was white with a black exclamation mark on it. It was a perfume my parents had given me as a gift. It was my favorite. It is called exclamation. Do any of you remember that perfume? YuM!