I had my first violin/viola studio recital on Saturday.
These girls all played so well - I was so proud! I am so grateful for the chance to teach again and spend time with these darling little women. We have a lot of fun together. Aren't they beautiful?
Taylor's dad flew in Sunday morning with less than 24 hours notice (thank you, Delta Airlines) to ordain Taylor a High Priest at church. Look at those handsome Turner men! The next time he visits there will be THREE Turner men to photograph.
He was excited to check out all of our baby gear (and show us his mastery of the iPhone). Quite the hip future grandpa, don't you think?
We hit 31 weeks, which means we're officially in the single digits for weeks remaining. Yikes.
Maybe I should start buying diapers.
Monday, May 14
The shoes Taylor and his brother Crismon wore when they were blessed.
We hit 30 weeks on Mother's Day!
Sunday morning Taylor woke me up and I found this:
My favorite thing about this picture is that he's checking himself out in the mirror.
Creme brulee French toast sticks for breakfast. This boy knows how to cook! We sat down to bless the food, and as Taylor thanked our Heavenly Father for finally blessing us with the opportunity to be parents after so many years of heartache, I lost it.
"Don't cry! You're getting your french toast all soggy!" We both started laughing.
Mother's Day has been a depressing occasion for the past 4 years. My favorite year was the one when I was asked to surrender my flower to another woman at Church - "I'm actually a mother..." Never, ever say that to another woman. We're all mothers. Taylor and I think that the United States should adopt the Russian tradition of doing International Women's Day instead of Mother's Day.
The real highlight of Mother's Day was that my mother-in-law sent me a box of Taylor's Sunday suits, including the outfit and shoes he was blessed in (blue gingham). I started to unwrap the tissue, read the card, and lost it. It was as though this pregnancy all of a sudden became real.
Taylor wore these clothes. Our little boy is going to wear these clothes.
(My mother-in-law made that smocked duck suit. Unbelievable.)
It's been a long, hard road to finally get to a Mother's Day where I'm crying tears of joy instead of tears of hurt. I haven't been able to stop thinking about the many friends I have who are going through all of the agonizing waiting, testing, waiting, testing, treatments, waiting, procedures, hanging on every phone call, feeling like the entire world is pregnant, and wanting to smack every woman who complains about being pregnant. It's the ultimate trial, because it tries you in every aspect of your life - physically (who enjoys giving themselves shots multiple times a day?), mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
If there's one thing that really helped me hang on when it really got bad, it was this (too bad I didn't find this scripture until last fall - I could have used it in the years previous):
"For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee."
I know that is true. Hang in there.
Thursday, May 10
The most stress-free wedding ever. That's how Liz & Keith are - laid back.
Gorgeous sunshine, delicious barbeque, Cornhole (awesome game) and my favorite sister as the beautiful bride.
Never mind that this was Conference weekend. I had to wait for these gorgeous pictures - we were too busy stuffing our faces with BBQ and catching up with family to take photos.
All photos by the darling Lindsey Stewart of Green Apple Photography, who was kind enough to let me snap some screen shots off of her proofing website to share on this blog (there's probably a better quality way to do it, but oh well!). Thanks, Lindsey!
Flowers by my sister-in-law's mother, Julie Prince Flowers (the best there is, really).
Peeps strung from the fireplace by my mother-in-law, Mary Anne.
Dad has had a mustache my entire life, except for a few years when we were very little. We always joked, asking him when he would shave it off, and Liz made a deal with him about 10 years ago that he would shave it off for her wedding. Well, the 'stache turned into a beard about a year ago, and Liz couldn't bear the idea of having all these pictures of Dad without his trademark facial hair. "It wouldn't be Dad in those pictures!"
So, instead, he did his beard for the Temple, and the 'stache for the reception.
I'm not sure many people caught on.
Julie Prince, you are incredible.
We took Tank with us (as he is affectionately called by our families).
So many more gorgeous shots I could share, but I'll wait and let you know when Lindsey posts the full wedding on her website. Trust me, you'll want to see Keith's nieces and nephew. So cute!
It's off to Mississippi for these two in a couple of months!
Oh, to start marriage off with two full-time jobs and all done with school! Lucky kids.