Watching Andrea play Barbies with Evie made my week. I was giggling the entire time. Evie does this tiny high voice as she complains that she (Ariel) has a head ache and needs to go to the doctor. Only to find out that “Oh, he died.” This was how the storyline went the entire time. My favorite part was watching Andrea be so present with her and enjoy their time together. Andrea said “My kids are totally different and it couldn't be more fun. Trae is my cuddle bunny and wants to snuggle into my lap whenever possible. He is sensitive, sweet and emotional. He is so tender-hearted. He also loves anything Avengers, especially the Hulk. Then there is Evie. She is my sassy little redhead. Her personality matches her fiery-red hair perfectly. She is independent and thinks she is 16 years old. She kind of runs the show around here. Evie loves anything princesses, and especially loves princess Ariel. Some days Trae and Evie will be the best of friends and never leave each other sides. Other days... well, let’s just say there are other days. "Together, we have so much fun. It's exhausting, but fun. We like to have dance parties, play Memory, have movie nights, read books, do puzzles and play hide ‘n’ go seek. We go swimming, skiing, to new parks, Bear Lake, Lagoon, Park City, California, and anywhere that we can fit into our crazy schedule. I like my kids to try new things and get a taste of what the world has to offer. I want them to remember their childhood as being fun, spontaneous and always filled with love." This home was a dream for me as a photographer, because of the beautiful big windows. But to Andrea, it has so much meaning. She said, "This home will always have a special place in my heart because it was where we built our family of THREE. It is where I stood on my own two feet and decided to raise my children by myself, in a home of harmony and love. This home built me into the woman I am today. In this home, I proved to myself that I can do hard things. I'm so grateful for this house and the experiences I have had here, the people I have met, and the lessons I have learned." I'm grateful to learn from so many amazing, strong mothers, who love their children unconditionally and work everyday to create beautiful homes and lives filled with charity and love.
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This little story made me laugh out loud. These two were grocery shopping. Becka went to grab something, and while she was away, Max took advantage of the opportunity and asked a store employee to find him the biggest jar of Nutella they had! When Becka came back a moment later, there were 5 employees gathered around Max laughing and enjoying his playful banter. Max loves to help his mama. Any time she bakes, he's right there, ready to assemble the ingredients. He's happy to help clean just about anything, as long as he's by her side. Becka said the other day she changed a burnt-out lightbulb, and Max came to her later in the day and told her that he was so sad she had changed it without his help. Max has a big imagination and loves telling stories. His stories are usually long-winded, lacking structure, and maybe a little nonsensical, but he enjoys telling them and they make people laugh. Becka loves that Max is so cuddly. He wakes her up in the morning with kisses and cuddles!
Becka said she has found so much joy in raising Max and learning and growing together. I am so inspired by their sweet relationship, and it reminds me to continue to try to be more intentional in my relationships, especially with my baby boy. One of the reasons I am so grateful we moved to Logan Utah, is all the amazing people we have met here. Sam and Emily are at the top of that list. They are some of the most generous and down-to-earth people I have ever met. I was so grateful to be able to photograph their beautiful family. Emily and Sam first met in high school in California. Emily described herself as pretty quiet and said the first time Sam tried to talk to her, she felt like she couldn’t even speak! Sam was cracking jokes and talking to everyone. Emily kept to herself, and laughed as Sam tried to guess who she was, by making up a funny story about what her life was like. A few months later, they met up again and officially got together. But it wasn’t long before they both ended up moving and broke it off because of the distance. Time passed and they lived their separate lives until one day Emily received a long message from Sam saying that he loved her and had made a mistake in letting her go. He then moved all the way back to California just so they could be together! They are now married and living in Logan with their adorable baby girl named Olivia, or Olive for short. I asked Emily if she wanted to share her conversion story and she went above and beyond! I felt so inspired as I read through it. We all have hard challenges, but with the Atonement, we can be healed. I am so grateful that Emily chose to share her amazing story. “My whole life I grew up in the Catholic Church. Every Sunday, I went to mass with my family. Being in the Catholic Church growing up felt right to me. I didn’t know anything else. I remember being young, going to catechism, and looking forward to the day I was going to get baptized. I was juggling school, soccer, dance, and catechism all at the same time. It was very time consuming, but it was worth it. The time finally came that I was able to get baptized. It was a special day. My faith was stronger than it had ever been before. About two years after I got baptized, tragedy struck my family. I was 13 years old when my older sister who was 16 years old took her own life. Sadly, I was the one who found her. From that moment, everything that I felt about God suddenly went to black. There was no longer that brightness, peace or happiness I once felt. I felt that God had betrayed me and my family. I felt so much hurt and anger. I thought to myself “Why would God do this?” By the day of my sister’s funeral, my whole faith had crumbled. I felt that my faith had gone down in the ground with my sister. I was scared because I had no idea what was going to happen to her. At that moment I believed that there was no heaven, no hell, no after-life. For 5 years I had no faith, no more interest in God, the Almighty. I wouldn’t say I was atheist because I knew there was a God. I just wasn’t on speaking terms with Him. I didn’t know what to believe or what to think. I became so lost. One day, Sam introduced me to some missionaries (from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.) I told him that I had no interest. The first Elder I ever talked to was Elder Young, and I will never forget him and the kind messages and words he spoke to me. I told him what I had been struggling with for the past 4 years, and I was afraid he was going to judge me or say something insensitive. But he didn’t, and I will forever be grateful for that. When we moved to Logan, our next set of missionaries came. They were Elder Wheeler and Elder Nasca. I will admit I was skeptical on the first few visits. I remember Elder Wheeler asking me to read the Book of Mormon and see how I felt about it. By the end of the week, I was already in 2nd Nephi. He asked me what I thought. I told him, “ I like it…I didn’t get any negative or doubtful feeling about it. So I guess that’s good right?” He then told me to open up to Alma 32:28. I remember it said, “It must needs be that this is a good seed, or that the word is good, for it beginneth to enlarge my soul; yea, it beginneth to enlighten my understanding, yea, it beginneth to be delicious to me.” From then on, my seed grew more and more each day, and my faith slowly started to come back. After a couple months, Sam and I decided we both wanted to be baptized. Unfortunately, I had to wait because I lost all my important documents during the move. It was a long and hard process. Sometimes I wondered if I should still follow through, because of how difficult it was. But I held on tight to the iron rod, until we finally got all my paperwork. We called the missionaries and they hurried over. We immediately started the process toward baptism. September 3rd was the day I became one of Heavenly Father’s children again. It was the most amazing feeling I could ever feel besides getting married to the love of my life and having a beautiful daughter. Getting baptized was the best thing I could ever do for myself and for my family. I cannot express enough how blessed I am to have the gospel in our lives, and to raise our family in the Church. I truly believe that the Lord put me through one of the hardest trials in my life to be able to go through the experience I did with the church, and to be quite honest, I would do it all again for HIM.”
Oh, motherhood. Kids may be expensive but we sure do get our money’s worth in emotion, entertainment, and plot twists. For example, a few weeks ago, Bryson decided to go on a milk strike. Yup, you read that right. Every time I’d offer to nurse him, he’d turn up his nose. It usually ended in tears for both of us, and with me feeding him more “big people food.” After a couple days of bottles and lots of pleading, he had pity on me and continued his quick distracted-by-everything nursing sessions, that I’ve come to accept as standard. You have to understand that Bryson thinks he’s an adult. He started getting teeth at 2 months and was crawling before 6 months. It sounds like a lot of fun but it can translate to bite marks where you’d least want them, torn up Ensigns and unraveled toilet paper. You cannot slow this kid down. He follows me around the house while I clean. He insists on seeing what I’m cooking (try handling raw meat & a hot stove with one hand, while restraining a curious child in the other). He comes in to splash on the side of the tub while I’m bathing. I even have to set him in the sink while I do my makeup to keep him from crying at my feet. He does not want to miss out on anything. Speaking of bathrooms, yesterday Bryson peed on the toilet for the first time. Not in it, on it. I had changed his diaper and decided it was a good time for a bath. I brought him with me to the bathroom and set him on his feet, holding onto the closed toilet while I filled his bath. Feeling a wet splash at my feet, I looked down to see a steady stream aimed right at the base of the toilet. I think he’s starting to get the idea. We’ll work on it. I guess what I’ve discovered is that as much as we’re learning how to survive raising this rambunctious little man, he survives us, as we learn how to play again, to give undivided attention, and remember to keep diapers in the diaper bag for when we leave the house. Oh, we’ve still got a long way to go.
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