Hello! We needed to take a new family picture. Do you like?
Monday, August 1, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
YAY YAY YAY!
So, we FINALLY submitted our first round of applications to med school a couple of days ago and they look pretty good if I do say so myself. Dave's signed up to retake the mcat on August twenty...something. His scores were good enough to get in cumulatively, but there was one score that several schools won't accept because it was too low. Lame sauce. I wish they'd just take my word for it that he's a genius.
Anyway, so we've been talking to our neighbor across the street and he is a neurologist. He was all, "well let me talk to the pediatric neuro people at the U and see if I can find you some research to help out with." So I'm thinking, "cool. Maybe this will lead to something, maybe not. It's worth a shot." A week later Dave gets an email from this guy saying that someone is really "absolutely" like to take him!!! That's a foot in the door at the U!!! W00T! I know that I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I'm just so excited to have notable progress you know?
We've gotten a couple of secondary applications and are in the process of doing those too. It's stressful and fun and just so exciting!
Also, my baby is hilarious. This is his newest song.
Have a fantastic day all!
Anyway, so we've been talking to our neighbor across the street and he is a neurologist. He was all, "well let me talk to the pediatric neuro people at the U and see if I can find you some research to help out with." So I'm thinking, "cool. Maybe this will lead to something, maybe not. It's worth a shot." A week later Dave gets an email from this guy saying that someone is really "absolutely" like to take him!!! That's a foot in the door at the U!!! W00T! I know that I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I'm just so excited to have notable progress you know?
We've gotten a couple of secondary applications and are in the process of doing those too. It's stressful and fun and just so exciting!
Also, my baby is hilarious. This is his newest song.
Have a fantastic day all!
Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Take a look please!
Hey all. These are Dave's admissions essays so far. Please take a look and tell me if there are grammar problems or if something is unclear or needs to be reworded! Tien-thank you so much for all of your help thus far! Pray for us!
OH AND AARON IS WALKING!!!!
MD/PHD Essay-
I have always had a love for science and helping people. Though I enjoy each individually, I can think of no career as rewarding as one in which I have the abilities to combine both.
My father is a microbiologist. I always looked up to him and I was fascinated by his work. As a scientist he conducted a lot of research and I enjoyed learning from him. At the same time, I knew deep down that I really wanted to be a doctor. At the time I thought I had to choose between the two, so becoming a physician took first priority.
Then while I was in college I had the opportunity to work in the research lab of Dr. Richard Robison. I have always been captivated by learning how things work, and I love discovering why things happen a certain way. In the laboratory setting I had a great opportunity to explore and think critically to discover the “why’s” that enthralled me so much. I also had the chance to read many scholarly articles in which other scientists published their findings. These articles provided me with inspiration for new experiments. That seems to be the way it is with research—the more you know the more you realize you don’t know.
A colleague of mine in Dr. Robison’s lab was in the process of applying to MD/PHD programs. I was excited to learn that there was a way for me to apply research to medicine while still getting to see patients. I have always thrived in an environment where I can communicate and work directly with people. My experiences in the lab didn’t cause me to change my mind about becoming a doctor. However; I did decide I wanted to do research in conjunction with my career as a physician.
I continued working in Dr. Robison’s lab until I completed my undergrad, at which point my wife had our first child. We moved to the Salt Lake City area in Utah and I started working at ARUP Laboratories running ELISA tests. I am currently completing the coursework required to be promoted in the Medical Technologist program at the University of Utah. I have a passion for research, and I’ve been actively involved in trying to get on with Research and Development with my company. Unfortunately they are downsizing this year. I still hope to be able to help with the current research they are conducting as an unpaid lab tech.
I feel that a dual degree would aid me in being a more informed physician. I am a family man. I hope to practice as a pediatrician once I am licensed. I can think of nothing more rewarding than to contribute and further medical science to better the lives of children and their families. As a dual major I would be given the chance to live that dream. When working with patients I would also be able to conduct my own research which would lead to new discoveries in the medical field.
I know that I am made to be an MD/PHD student. I have the intelligence, motivation, and maturity to thrive in this program. Thank you for your consideration.
Personal Statement-
When I was 13, my life changed. Up to that point I had experienced a relatively normal childhood, and like most eighth graders I was just beginning to consider myself a teenager. My peers spent the majority of their time figuring out what to wear and flirting with girls, but I didn’t have that luxury.
In February of 2001 my father was laid off. My mother’s part time job wasn’t enough to sustain five children, and my parents didn’t know what to do. My father tried to find work but with no luck. Our lifestyle quickly became a desperate balancing act in an attempt to simply get by.
My parents had a door installed to the study to eliminate distractions while my father spent day after day searching on the computer for jobs and applying for work. My mother picked up a second full-time job in addition to the part time one she already had. We barely ever saw either of our parents anymore. If it wasn’t for the welfare we received from our church, we might not have always had enough food to feed all of us.
I saw the stresses and strains that were weighing on the people I cared about and knew I needed to help. I applied for a job at the local grocery store where my sister worked, and I got it. Although I only made minimum wage as a bagger, everything that I was able to bring in made a difference. My paycheck allowed me to buy my own food and clothing. The little income that my mother was making wasn’t enough to buy clothing for all of my siblings, so I pitched in and took them to the store to buy the few things that I could afford.
My parents’ absence made things difficult for all of us. I did what I could to look after my brother and sisters and make sure that they had what they needed when my mother and father couldn’t. It was frequently my responsibility to ensure they were fed. When I got home from sports I helped my brother with his schoolwork. Only after I was done helping all my siblings did I find time to work on my own homework. It was usually pretty late and I was very tired, but I worked far harder than I ever had before. Between school, sports, work, and family responsibilities I was amazed that I was able to have friends.
Through all of this, I learned the value of hard work. My GPA went from a 3.0 to a 4.0 and I discovered that I had an aptitude for science and math. My siblings started to get along better. Although I continued sports throughout high school, it was no longer as important to me as it had been.
I learned two very important things through all of this: I liked school and I really liked to help people. That is when I decided to become a doctor. My parents told me that it would be a difficult career, but that didn’t discourage me. I wanted to be able to make a major difference in the lives of others.
Five years later, my life changed again. I was called on an LDS mission to Washington DC. I didn’t realize what DC was really like until I moved there. The majority of my time was spent in Anacostia teaching the gospel to African Americans who barely knew any white people. I worked with a girl that was 13 years old and had literally never talked to a white person before. Unfortunately, many of them thought white people were the reason they were in poverty, and would steal anything they could from us. One of my roommates had three bikes stolen in six months.
The living conditions were rough. The water was undrinkable because of the high lead content. We never knew if we were going to have hot water or cold. There were massive cockroaches crawling around everywhere, even in daylight. If we needed to contact our landlords we could almost guarantee their phone lines would be shut off because they hadn’t made their payment in time.
Many of these people whom we were trying to help hated us fiercely. They would yell and throw rocks at us, spit on us, and chase us. Some missionaries had guns pulled on them. There were frequent fights. I helped break up a fist fight in my parking lot, but the fist fights weren’t our greatest worry. We heard gunshots every night. Some days we would come home and couldn’t get to our apartment because the police had blocked it off because of a shooting or a bad domestic abuse situation. I witnessed my neighbor getting stabbed. Two missionaries just across the river were shot while I was there.
In spite of how we were treated I always worked hard to help these people. Not only did we try to teach people the gospel, but we helped them in any other way we could. The locals found us as good as a moving company (and we were free). We helped with maintenance on other things, such as cars and bicycles. DC has one of the highest illiteracy rates in America, so we taught people how to read.
I now recognize that it is not the circumstances in life that hinder our ability to help people. Rather, it is our ability to overcome obstacles and treat every situation as an opportunity to become a better version of ourselves.
Because of everything that I have been through, I find myself wanting more than ever to fulfill my dream as a physician. I am especially good with children and I can think of no better way to make a powerful difference in the lives of others than to help children and their families in overcoming illness and emotional distress from the challenges that life can bring.
OH AND AARON IS WALKING!!!!
MD/PHD Essay-
I have always had a love for science and helping people. Though I enjoy each individually, I can think of no career as rewarding as one in which I have the abilities to combine both.
My father is a microbiologist. I always looked up to him and I was fascinated by his work. As a scientist he conducted a lot of research and I enjoyed learning from him. At the same time, I knew deep down that I really wanted to be a doctor. At the time I thought I had to choose between the two, so becoming a physician took first priority.
Then while I was in college I had the opportunity to work in the research lab of Dr. Richard Robison. I have always been captivated by learning how things work, and I love discovering why things happen a certain way. In the laboratory setting I had a great opportunity to explore and think critically to discover the “why’s” that enthralled me so much. I also had the chance to read many scholarly articles in which other scientists published their findings. These articles provided me with inspiration for new experiments. That seems to be the way it is with research—the more you know the more you realize you don’t know.
A colleague of mine in Dr. Robison’s lab was in the process of applying to MD/PHD programs. I was excited to learn that there was a way for me to apply research to medicine while still getting to see patients. I have always thrived in an environment where I can communicate and work directly with people. My experiences in the lab didn’t cause me to change my mind about becoming a doctor. However; I did decide I wanted to do research in conjunction with my career as a physician.
I continued working in Dr. Robison’s lab until I completed my undergrad, at which point my wife had our first child. We moved to the Salt Lake City area in Utah and I started working at ARUP Laboratories running ELISA tests. I am currently completing the coursework required to be promoted in the Medical Technologist program at the University of Utah. I have a passion for research, and I’ve been actively involved in trying to get on with Research and Development with my company. Unfortunately they are downsizing this year. I still hope to be able to help with the current research they are conducting as an unpaid lab tech.
I feel that a dual degree would aid me in being a more informed physician. I am a family man. I hope to practice as a pediatrician once I am licensed. I can think of nothing more rewarding than to contribute and further medical science to better the lives of children and their families. As a dual major I would be given the chance to live that dream. When working with patients I would also be able to conduct my own research which would lead to new discoveries in the medical field.
I know that I am made to be an MD/PHD student. I have the intelligence, motivation, and maturity to thrive in this program. Thank you for your consideration.
Personal Statement-
When I was 13, my life changed. Up to that point I had experienced a relatively normal childhood, and like most eighth graders I was just beginning to consider myself a teenager. My peers spent the majority of their time figuring out what to wear and flirting with girls, but I didn’t have that luxury.
In February of 2001 my father was laid off. My mother’s part time job wasn’t enough to sustain five children, and my parents didn’t know what to do. My father tried to find work but with no luck. Our lifestyle quickly became a desperate balancing act in an attempt to simply get by.
My parents had a door installed to the study to eliminate distractions while my father spent day after day searching on the computer for jobs and applying for work. My mother picked up a second full-time job in addition to the part time one she already had. We barely ever saw either of our parents anymore. If it wasn’t for the welfare we received from our church, we might not have always had enough food to feed all of us.
I saw the stresses and strains that were weighing on the people I cared about and knew I needed to help. I applied for a job at the local grocery store where my sister worked, and I got it. Although I only made minimum wage as a bagger, everything that I was able to bring in made a difference. My paycheck allowed me to buy my own food and clothing. The little income that my mother was making wasn’t enough to buy clothing for all of my siblings, so I pitched in and took them to the store to buy the few things that I could afford.
My parents’ absence made things difficult for all of us. I did what I could to look after my brother and sisters and make sure that they had what they needed when my mother and father couldn’t. It was frequently my responsibility to ensure they were fed. When I got home from sports I helped my brother with his schoolwork. Only after I was done helping all my siblings did I find time to work on my own homework. It was usually pretty late and I was very tired, but I worked far harder than I ever had before. Between school, sports, work, and family responsibilities I was amazed that I was able to have friends.
Through all of this, I learned the value of hard work. My GPA went from a 3.0 to a 4.0 and I discovered that I had an aptitude for science and math. My siblings started to get along better. Although I continued sports throughout high school, it was no longer as important to me as it had been.
I learned two very important things through all of this: I liked school and I really liked to help people. That is when I decided to become a doctor. My parents told me that it would be a difficult career, but that didn’t discourage me. I wanted to be able to make a major difference in the lives of others.
Five years later, my life changed again. I was called on an LDS mission to Washington DC. I didn’t realize what DC was really like until I moved there. The majority of my time was spent in Anacostia teaching the gospel to African Americans who barely knew any white people. I worked with a girl that was 13 years old and had literally never talked to a white person before. Unfortunately, many of them thought white people were the reason they were in poverty, and would steal anything they could from us. One of my roommates had three bikes stolen in six months.
The living conditions were rough. The water was undrinkable because of the high lead content. We never knew if we were going to have hot water or cold. There were massive cockroaches crawling around everywhere, even in daylight. If we needed to contact our landlords we could almost guarantee their phone lines would be shut off because they hadn’t made their payment in time.
Many of these people whom we were trying to help hated us fiercely. They would yell and throw rocks at us, spit on us, and chase us. Some missionaries had guns pulled on them. There were frequent fights. I helped break up a fist fight in my parking lot, but the fist fights weren’t our greatest worry. We heard gunshots every night. Some days we would come home and couldn’t get to our apartment because the police had blocked it off because of a shooting or a bad domestic abuse situation. I witnessed my neighbor getting stabbed. Two missionaries just across the river were shot while I was there.
In spite of how we were treated I always worked hard to help these people. Not only did we try to teach people the gospel, but we helped them in any other way we could. The locals found us as good as a moving company (and we were free). We helped with maintenance on other things, such as cars and bicycles. DC has one of the highest illiteracy rates in America, so we taught people how to read.
I now recognize that it is not the circumstances in life that hinder our ability to help people. Rather, it is our ability to overcome obstacles and treat every situation as an opportunity to become a better version of ourselves.
Because of everything that I have been through, I find myself wanting more than ever to fulfill my dream as a physician. I am especially good with children and I can think of no better way to make a powerful difference in the lives of others than to help children and their families in overcoming illness and emotional distress from the challenges that life can bring.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
My new plan...
Hi guys!
I had a dream last night and my subconscious is awesome (except when it's making up crazy lies about my insecurities...)! Anyhow, I dreamed a dream where Dave and I bought a house in Tucson AZ and it had an unfinished basement. I went to church and loved the ward and became fast friends with a lot of the ladies. They were all talking about Zumba and how they want to do it, but the classes weren't convenient and they were over priced.
I went home and talked to Dave and we decided to turn downstairs into a workout place with a full wall of mirrors and I started holding 6 Zumba classes per week. The ladies would pay $2.00 per class and before long it was huge! We could barely fit into the basement! THEN a couple of people asked me to be their personal trainer.
I got to be a really good personal trainer because I was able to teach people to use their bodies alone to achieve their personal fitness goals without having to get a gym membership or weights. It was the best dream ever!
So, I woke up thinking... "I could totally do that!" So I'm very excited and I thought I should tell everyone so that you can nag at me about getting certified. :)
I had a dream last night and my subconscious is awesome (except when it's making up crazy lies about my insecurities...)! Anyhow, I dreamed a dream where Dave and I bought a house in Tucson AZ and it had an unfinished basement. I went to church and loved the ward and became fast friends with a lot of the ladies. They were all talking about Zumba and how they want to do it, but the classes weren't convenient and they were over priced.
I went home and talked to Dave and we decided to turn downstairs into a workout place with a full wall of mirrors and I started holding 6 Zumba classes per week. The ladies would pay $2.00 per class and before long it was huge! We could barely fit into the basement! THEN a couple of people asked me to be their personal trainer.
I got to be a really good personal trainer because I was able to teach people to use their bodies alone to achieve their personal fitness goals without having to get a gym membership or weights. It was the best dream ever!
So, I woke up thinking... "I could totally do that!" So I'm very excited and I thought I should tell everyone so that you can nag at me about getting certified. :)
Thursday, April 14, 2011
A little Detour...
Hey there family and friends!
I was just heading to bed when inspiration struck. I was going to write in my journal but then thought, "what the hey?" So here I am...
I was talking with my sister-in-law today (again...this seems to be a reoccurring pattern...) and we got talking about teen pregnancy. It's crazy the different outcomes of it all. I personally am a prime example of one possible outcome. For those of you who aren't intimately "in the know" with my story, my birth mother became pregnant with me at the age of 15 and delivered when she was 16. She decided that she wanted me to be raised with both a father and a mother who were better prepared than she was to have children.
I was raised in a loving home with one older brother (natural born to my folks) and a big sister (who was a foster child to my parents). I was raised as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. My parents always told me that I was adopted. They taught me that it was nothing to be ashamed of.
Many people live under the misconception that a girl who chooses to give a child up for adoption is self serving. They may feel that it is a huge mistake to give up their child who is "their flesh and blood." I can't buy into that pattern of thought. I believe that giving a child up for adoption is an act of love.
Having been pregnant myself, I know that it is difficult to feel anything but love for a child that is growing inside of you. That baby becomes a part of you. You aren't just feeding you, you're feeding your child. Everything about the experience is incredibly exhausting and the thing that keeps you going is your love for that baby.
How grateful I am to my loving birth mother! What a wonderful, loving and charitable person she must have been to put my needs before her own! She not only allowed me to grow inside of her for ten months in the middle of some of the hardest years of life, enduring who knows what kind of harassment from peers and others who feel it's their right to judge others! After all of the pain and time she gave me, she trustingly allowed two people that she'd never met who wanted a baby and weren't able to have any more, to raise her child. She left it in the Lord's hands, and what better hands to leave me in?
I can't imagine a day goes by where she doesn't think of me. I know I think of her. I wish so much that I could have the opportunity to thank her for her sacrifices. I want to show her all that I've accomplished in my life. I want her to meet my wonderful husband and see the sweet baby who so resembles what I looked like at his age. Above all else, I want her to know that she did the right thing for me.
I love my birth mother. I love my mom too. They are different feelings that I have, different kinds of love, but both include a deep gratitude and respect. Women are amazing.
Sara- you're a stellar mom! Please please please don't read this and think it's written to you. Your story is far different from this one. I love you and am so glad that you and your hubby and babies will be with me forever!
Some funny things I got as a kid-
Question #1 from every elementary aged child who learns that you're adopted- What was it like to be an orphan? (Too much Annie right?)
Question #2 - Does it make you sad that your REAL mom didn't want you? (Kids can be brutal)
Question #3- Do you want to meet your REAL mom? (Not too weird, except no one ever says birth mom. She's the REAL one- didn't even have to change any diapers for that title!)
I suppose I just wanted to share my thoughts. I think I'll be able to sleep now. :)
Goodnight.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Let The Good Times Roll
Hello hello!
I took pictures! Yay! So here's the scoop... Our little Aaron is almost 9 months old now and he's learned his first word!!! "Dad!" It was so cute. I'd been holding him all morning and he'd scream or babble as babies do, but it was getting close to time for Dave to get up. I went in with Aaron to wake him and the second he saw Dave he said, "Dad!" He acted really excited and as we got closer he reached out to Dave arms out saying "dad! Dad!" It melted our hearts. Of all the words that I could pick for him to say first, Dad is definitely number one!
Our little man is also well on his way to crawling. He gets his little bum up in the air and pushes himself up on his hands and rocks and rocks and rocks! He'll occasionally try to push himself forward using his feet, but that usually results in a super face plant. He made it two little crawls today and fell down exasperated. Life's hard when you're little.
He's a little charmer. We were at church a couple of weeks ago and he found himself a little girlfriend just older than him. They both stood on either side of a folding chair and held hands. They even went so far as to try to share a binky. Mean mommies vetoed the swapping of spit for the next 15 or so years...
Aaron's other little girlfriend was met at church as well. This one was a touch younger but she was advanced for her age. She scooted right over to the little stud and they cooed and screamed at each other all through relief society. They also tried to swap spit. She was pretty aggressive, but fortunately they had chaperons so no exchange of saliva. Sheesh! What will I do when I'm not there to protect him from his own charm!?! He'll have women all over him! One day at a time mom . . . one day at a time . . . at least he's picking up girls at church right? :)
Oh and here's the happy couple! GREAT NEWS! Dave has been studying really hard and he's registered to take the MCAT on May 21st!!! We have to drive clear to Idaho to take it because it isn't offered here in May. It's ok though. Dave's best buddy from his mission lives in Idaho Falls and his wife had a baby, so we're going to make a vacation out of it and go visit them! I love vacations! Pray for him! He's working so hard. I know he'll do great!
Axes . . . we bought some. Actually, mine is a tomahawk and Dave's are two little silver throwing axes. Anyhow, we're building our supply of weapons to use when the Chinese invade. All through Dave's mission we wrote about being ninjas. We're pretty much there. I mean, I don't dress like one . . . that would blow my cover, but you don't want to mess with my super deadly tomahawk throwing skills . . .
We train pretty rigorously- don't want to get caught off guard.
After training Dave licks the weapons clean. He says it makes him feel like a man. . .
We make up after training though. Hooray for finding a man who'll be a ninja with me. :)
I know it's hard to believe, but I really did throw this
Dave buried this axe SO DEEP! He kept breaking off huge chunks of the board! He's super buff! What a hunk!
Ok, so he's a little goofy . . . still- totally a catch! Oh, and he wanted me to tell you! Oscar (our gray cat) thinks that he is a dog! He followed us all the way out to the clearing and watched us throw axes. He'd wait for us to throw them then pounce them and check them out to make sure those axes were good and dead. What an awesome cat! I'm not a huge fan of cats, but ours are the bomb.
Aaron says, "it's time to go to bed my goofy mommy!"
Hope all's well in everyone's lives. If not, go make some time with someone you love, to laugh and feel alive for a few minutes. Sometimes we get so caught up in what "needs to be done" that we forget all together about the things that are most important. My best friend told me yesterday, "Brooke, sometimes you need to take care of yourself so that you can take care of other people." How right she is. Let the good times roll!
I took pictures! Yay! So here's the scoop... Our little Aaron is almost 9 months old now and he's learned his first word!!! "Dad!" It was so cute. I'd been holding him all morning and he'd scream or babble as babies do, but it was getting close to time for Dave to get up. I went in with Aaron to wake him and the second he saw Dave he said, "Dad!" He acted really excited and as we got closer he reached out to Dave arms out saying "dad! Dad!" It melted our hearts. Of all the words that I could pick for him to say first, Dad is definitely number one!
Our little man is also well on his way to crawling. He gets his little bum up in the air and pushes himself up on his hands and rocks and rocks and rocks! He'll occasionally try to push himself forward using his feet, but that usually results in a super face plant. He made it two little crawls today and fell down exasperated. Life's hard when you're little.
He's a little charmer. We were at church a couple of weeks ago and he found himself a little girlfriend just older than him. They both stood on either side of a folding chair and held hands. They even went so far as to try to share a binky. Mean mommies vetoed the swapping of spit for the next 15 or so years...
Aaron's other little girlfriend was met at church as well. This one was a touch younger but she was advanced for her age. She scooted right over to the little stud and they cooed and screamed at each other all through relief society. They also tried to swap spit. She was pretty aggressive, but fortunately they had chaperons so no exchange of saliva. Sheesh! What will I do when I'm not there to protect him from his own charm!?! He'll have women all over him! One day at a time mom . . . one day at a time . . . at least he's picking up girls at church right? :)
Oh and here's the happy couple! GREAT NEWS! Dave has been studying really hard and he's registered to take the MCAT on May 21st!!! We have to drive clear to Idaho to take it because it isn't offered here in May. It's ok though. Dave's best buddy from his mission lives in Idaho Falls and his wife had a baby, so we're going to make a vacation out of it and go visit them! I love vacations! Pray for him! He's working so hard. I know he'll do great!
Axes . . . we bought some. Actually, mine is a tomahawk and Dave's are two little silver throwing axes. Anyhow, we're building our supply of weapons to use when the Chinese invade. All through Dave's mission we wrote about being ninjas. We're pretty much there. I mean, I don't dress like one . . . that would blow my cover, but you don't want to mess with my super deadly tomahawk throwing skills . . .
We train pretty rigorously- don't want to get caught off guard.
After training Dave licks the weapons clean. He says it makes him feel like a man. . .
We make up after training though. Hooray for finding a man who'll be a ninja with me. :)
I know it's hard to believe, but I really did throw this
Dave buried this axe SO DEEP! He kept breaking off huge chunks of the board! He's super buff! What a hunk!
Ok, so he's a little goofy . . . still- totally a catch! Oh, and he wanted me to tell you! Oscar (our gray cat) thinks that he is a dog! He followed us all the way out to the clearing and watched us throw axes. He'd wait for us to throw them then pounce them and check them out to make sure those axes were good and dead. What an awesome cat! I'm not a huge fan of cats, but ours are the bomb.
Aaron says, "it's time to go to bed my goofy mommy!"
Hope all's well in everyone's lives. If not, go make some time with someone you love, to laugh and feel alive for a few minutes. Sometimes we get so caught up in what "needs to be done" that we forget all together about the things that are most important. My best friend told me yesterday, "Brooke, sometimes you need to take care of yourself so that you can take care of other people." How right she is. Let the good times roll!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Counting my blessings . . .
So today Karen came over to hang out with Aaron and I. We decided to hit Costco and spend too much money. While we were there I ran into my ex-boyfriend's mom. This boy was the second one that I was CERTAIN I was going to marry! We were "perfect for one another" and our evil parents "just didn't understand that this was the real thing!" *Barf* (P.S. Teenagers are morons)
We struck up a conversation and discussed how things were in their families lives. As I walked away with my wonderful, fun, beautiful and easy to get along with sister-in-law I was reminded exactly how fortunate I am. I LOVE LOVE LOVE my in-laws, and seriously; who else can say that!?! The real kicker is that Dave loves his in-laws too (and if he doesn't he sure is an incredible faker!)
It's so great to know that I don't have to feel weird about calling any of our family! I love you guys! Thank you for letting me be a part of you!
-Brooke
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