Tuesday, December 06, 2005

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NECOLE!!!

WHERE HAVE THE YEARS GONE? I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE 21 TODAY!!!
IT WAS ONLY YESTERDAY THAT YOU WHERE STILL IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL(just kidding). I HOPE YOU GET OUT THERE AND START TAKING LIFE BY THE HORNS BECAUSE THE LONGER YOU WAIT THE HARDER IT GETS. YOU HAVE LOTS OF POTENTIAL IN YOU AND I WANT TO SEE YOU REACH THE HIGHEST. I LOVE YOU AND ONLY WISH THE BEST FOR YOU.

LOVE, RACH

Christmas shopping and then some.....

Who's bright ideal was it to go Christmas shopping in Denver on the weekend that it dumps 20inches on the mountains? OH, wait, that would be MINE!! We went to Denver on Friday to see Josh's mom and do some Christmas shopping over the weekend. The drive up was hairy!! Lots of ice, snow and of course don't forget the crazy drivers. In the mist of all the chaos there was a guy with the roof of his car down and a Santa Claus hat on!!!LOL!!!
I only went shopping for about fourty-five minutes on Saturday because I was sick all weekend(so much for a break). It was probably from being up for thirty-six hours(worked the night before) and not eating anything. Your body sure will tell you when it's had enough. I felt much better on Sunday for the ride home which was worse than Friday. I even kept my jacket over my eyes so I wouldn't have to watch. Anyways, we made it back safe and it was great spending time with Phyllis(they both took great care of me - THANK YOU).
Friday morning we went to Jinki's doctor appointment. I can't believe she's 35 weeks!! Come to find out the little turkey turned BREECH(butt down) on her!!!! So, of course she got the lecture on a possible c-section if he doesn't turn on his own or a version doesn't work. She is scared but I promised I'd be there and we'd find her a great OB to do the surgery, if needed. We are believing that he'll turn so she can deliver vaginally.
Tonight my handsome husband and I are going on a date night. Can you believe that we have to schedule a date night and we don't even have kids yet!! We are going to eat at the Thai restaurant in OM, Ying Tia. It's one of our favorite places. I'm so excited. Well better go finish getting ready.


Friday, December 02, 2005

Happy Birthday!!

Happy Birthday Rachel C.

I can't belive you are 20 years old. No longer a little girl. You are all grown up and a mighty woman of God. You are such an inspiration and blessing in my life. May all your wishes come true!!!

Love

The temperature falling, snow in the air, and Christmas lights blazing or at least in the thought process of being put up. It was this very night last year that my wonderful husband asked me to spend the rest of my life with him(boy, was that a hard decision to make - only took six years of procrastination on my part!!). I went over to his house to decorate the tree. He already had the lights turned down, lights on the tree, tree skirt on and tube lights under the tree skirt. On the beautiful tree skirt were many rocks(beautiful minerals that my husband collects - his pride and joy). As I am gather my ornaments that I brought over to put on the tree, Josh kept stating that I need to come and look at some of the new "rocks" (I'm thinking "sure, in a minute, I'm trying to gather my ornaments so I don't have to make another trip across the room" - lazy!!). Josh once again asks very politely to come see some NEW ROCKS he had put under the tree.
So, after about 5-10 minutes of being a butt, I finally walk over to Josh by the tree. He hands me two or three rocks in a row(I'm thinking "I'm never going to be able to guess what mineral this is, so , please don't ask"). He proceeds by handing me a ceramic rock that I just casual look at and then REALIZE it has something written on it, "Grow old with me, the best is yet to come." Josh gets down on one knee and tells me how much he loves me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me. Then he pulls out thee most gourgeous ring!!! Of course, everyone knows the answer!!!
Josh - I LOVE YOU and look forward to growing old with you(I can't belive it's already been five months).