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Build your own dreams, or someone else will pay you to build theirs!

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

The Red Barn 2016

In an attempt to avoid  the over commercialized corn maze to the North of our Vineyard city--- we headed south to the Red Barn, for fresh vineyards, pressed cider, and tractor drawn wagons. Its authenticity  was not to disappoint. We visited the Barn with the Stucki and Moore families, as well as Preston a friend of Jackson's. We picked out Pumpkins, shot apples, road hay sacks, and ate the most delicious roasted cinnamon apples filled with ice cream.



 Provo Canyon in all its glory. Trail head near Vivian Park. October 2016

Friday, July 10, 2015

327 West Hidden Court

We built a house. We moved into 327 West Hidden Court in Vineyard Utah in July 2015. 





Brooklyn approves. And a kiss sealed the deal the day we got our keys.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Goodbye Alaska



 We bought our first home on a street called Alaska in the summer of 2012. I was almost 4-5 months pregnant when we moved in.  We let pink balloons out of a card board box signifying the winter arrival of our baby girl to come. 
Our little Provo neighborhood was our home for 2.5 years. In the summer we hiked the mountain range behind our home. In the winter the neighborhood kids used our rock wall as a sledding hill. 

Jack went to his first BYU game while living here, and asked for a blue room. 
We bought a tramp, a fire pit, and a patio set. We felt like real home owners.  Roasting marshmallows with friends, listening to my children's laughs and watching the sun come over the mountain will always be fond memories for me. 

I brought my sweet baby girl home to her nursery here. I nursed her in that chair and sang her to sleep countless times. She took her first step in this house, Jackson turned 4, 5, and 6, while living here. 




We loved our house on the mountain. We said goodbye January 2015, just after Christmas. 

When we saw the street read Alaska we took it as a sign. Lee once lived in Alaska and we knew the house was to be ours. Before we bought the house we said a prayer behind it on the mountain as a family, asking that if it was meant to be ours then we could get it. We got it. We loved it. We learned what we were supposed to learn from it, at least we hope so.  Then one day we knew it was time, just like that. The feeling was heavy, and confusing. I thought Jack would go to this elementary until 6th grade, I thought I would rip out the basement kitchen and put in a library. None of that was to be, and that is okay. Change is good and sometimes necessary for growth. This was our last Christmas at our home, and it was hectic and a little stressful to be honest, packing, ect. But it was still good, it was still Christmas, which is always magical with little ones. We received our accepting offer exactly 1.5 weeks after we listed our home. It was meant to be. 
 This was my favorite view. The climbing vines, the rock wall, the mountains, but mostly because this is where my children played, where Jack learned to ride his bike without training wheels, where they would  draw for hours with colored chalk, and where Jack once sold lemonade with his friends. At the end of it all, we have our memories, We are taking them with us to bigger and better things. We are moving to the lake to start our new adventure in the summer of 2015.
Until then we will call our Springville rental home for a little while.
Goodbye Alaska 2093, and our dog of course, he stayed with our friends on Alaska, where he was the most happy playing on the mountain. 
Goodbye Mogli.


Saturday, September 13, 2014

Big Cottonwood Canyon Half marathon

This was my fastest half yet. I started out strong. I felt amazing.

Half Marathon (Sept. 13, 2014)

Place OverallPlace GenderPlace Age DivBib #Last NameFirst NameSexAgeChip TimePace (min/mile)Gun Time
613320 F65 F30-346928GuntherValerieF321:48:38.518:171:49:08.68


This race had a ton of down hill which was hard on the legs, but made the course super fast. I loved that I did an 8:17 pace overall. Personal Best. 

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Kindergarten Tuesday

Dear Jack ,
You were born on a Tuesday around 5:00 pm. Before that, I didn't like Tuesdays much, after uncle Cole died on a January Tuesday 7 years before you were born- they always brought a little sadness. You gave Tuesdays new meaning. Your first Tuesday was beautiful and sunny, the second to last day of July. The Portneuf Hospital where you were born was bright and sparkly beneath the blue Pocatello sky. You blew every expectation of motherhood out the window and stole my heart the moment I saw you. I still remember your squints for eyes, and small chubby fingers that gripped mine. The day you were born my world changed, I changed. Because of you, life was new, better, brighter. 

Today was also a Tuesday. This day was a September sunny kind of Tuesday, and I made you stand on the front porch for pictures. Baby refused to move, and you tried to run off the porch. Daddy stood there too, thinking Mom is silly for all  my signs and pictures. Today you started Kindergarten. It was kinda a big deal.

Today you wanted to walk to our neighborhood school alone  (but we held hands and walked together), today we packed your first school lunch, and I cried. I know you are ready, and I need to let you grow up, but I miss that squinty eyed baby sometimes, all-though this big boy Jack version is pretty great too.

You are still blowing my expectations on life out the window, you are brave, and smart. You are curious, and a little mouthy (just like your mama).  You are kind, thoughtful and  fair, you have energy coming out your ears, and I love you for it.
Happy Tuesday my big little boy- go and conquer the world running! 
Love, 
Mom









Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Jackson turns 6!

 There was lots of jumping, cupcake eating, smiling, and laughing on your 6th birthday. 

You are my summer baby, born in the month of fireworks, you say this means you have fire power. 




 I remember that month. I remember your blond curls. I remember you now so energetic, full of questions, giving me advice, learning about the world, trying to find out where you belong in it. 
I will tell you a secret my son. You belong with me. You are my favorite. 





You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. 
Happy of happiest 6th birthdays. Slow down little man, don't wish your life away, for your will never have this year of being 6 back again. Remember. 
Play, imagine, dream, be little, be brave. 

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Road Side St. George 2014


 This is a picture of me and my childhood best friend/cousin. When we were children we spent our days making huts and playing in our Grandpas barn. Our childhood seemed so simple now,  compared to my busy Monday "to do" schedule.

I love the shots of my babies below on the way home from our St George road trip, the trip to see my dear cousins baby receive a blessing. They remind me how fleeting childhood is, how unassuming, non-judgmental, humble, and innocent childhood really is. I asked Lee the other day how and when we loose our ability to see the world as children. I don't remember loosing mine, though I have, and I marvel at my children and the way they see others, the way the take in the world around them. 
The way the play without a care in the world, it is so endearing.
The way they love each other is everything to me. 
Slow down little ones, no hurry to grow up, stay little a little longer please. 


The End of Summer 


The summer days are fading, as they must 

From endless hours to short and fleeting light 
The bird's once bright, immortal tune, now cries 
A melancholy aura to the dusk.
The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race 
Before their wild and unchained days depart 
And yet beneath the zeal lies a half heart 
For there isn't time, there's only enough space 
The sun seems low, a hazy orange sphere 
Now reminiscing sweetly of the days
When endlessly before you summer lay 
And as in the deep, crimson dusk you stir 
Your soul joins with the birds in wistful brood 
Crying for lost summer days, for childhood.









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