The Champion

Trevor and I made the trek across the state to see Holly high jump in her JV Championship track meet.

It was a perfect day for a track meet...the sun was shining and the skinny, short-short wearing, long-distance running high school boys were out in full force.

We watched as Holly took off from her mark and flew over that bar, making it look so easy. Although, every time she was up I got super nervous. I tend to get that way...watching Gonzaga basketball or an intense movie, even just day to day things. My husband is constantly telling me to relax. But I am sure he loves it. Anyway...back to the jumper.

On her last jump, at a height no one else could make, she cleared that bar with perfection.

She bounded off the landing mat and ran to her adoring fans.

The Champion.

We are very proud of you, Holly.

So is the Starbucks barista and few other random people we told on our way home.

The Best Part of Waking Up

For the past 4 weeks, the husband and I have been trying something new. It begins with Michael Buble waking me up at 4:55 am, rolling my limp body out of bed, and telling myself, "I think I can, I think I can...". Once I make it to the bathroom, I pry open my eye lids and shove my contacts in. The meaning of this insanity you ask...to head on over to our friendly neighborhood YMCA.

Working out in the morning has many benefits, but my favorite is the extra time Trevor and I get to spend together before work. We run on our treadmills...side by side...my ipod playing Lady GaGa and his playing something much more mature like U2. Hey, whatever gets me movin'!

I have never considered myself a morning person...and by that I mean I am not a very nice person in the morning (ask anyone who has ever lived with me) but I am starting to really enjoy the mornings. It is amazing what you can accomplish before the sun comes up.

Birthday Getaway

My Wonderful husband surprised me with a little getaway to the Salish Lodge for my birthday!

It was a much needed time of rest and relaxation...not to mention, romantic.

That's the lodge perched above the Snoqualmie Falls.

Building a real fire! I let Trevor handle that...ya know man stuff.

We had so much fun. I miss that lodge...esspecially the room service breakfast.

Thank you Honey...muah!

4.13.85

My mom likes to tell the story of when I was little and was asked the age old question: "what do you want to be when you grow up?"

 I answered, in all seriousness, "a woman."

I know moving out on my own and graduating college was a big deal and I suppose I did feel like I reached that point when I got married....but for some reason turning 25 really made me stop and think. My childhood dream of becoming a woman may have finally come true. Hmmm...now what?

Mom, Dad, and One Giant Cinnamon Roll

My parents came to visit and we packed a lot into one weekend. We kicked it off with some breakfast at the Maltby Cafe...If you have never been, you NEED to go.
Trevor is holding the giant cinnamon roll that we took to go...and then ate for lunch.

The rest of our weekend in a nutshell......

Posed with strange art structure downtown

Embarrassed that Trevor made me "walk on Mars" at the Pacific Science Center

Then got very into it

Mom and Dad blew bubbles

A butterfly landed on my boot

Mom found a giant guitar

Made dinner with Mom and plated this masterpiece

and you are never too old for an Easter egg hunt

We aslo watched college basketball and The Blindside, went to church, and played Cranium...

Thanks for a fun weekend Mom and Dad!

We are resting now.

Hittin' the Slopes with the In-Laws

Last Saturday Jack and Melinda took us up to the mountain for a day of skiing. I hadn't been skiing since I was probably about 17, while Trevor hadn't been since age 12 when he decided to snowboard instead. Let's just say I was a bit...rusty. I thought we might be on even playing fields having both been out of practice. But, once again, Trevor proved who the natural athlete is between us. Trevor flew down the mountain, moving side to side, looking completely effortless. His turns were sharp, his kness were tight.. I, on the other hand, was a different story. All I could focus on was staying up right on my skis...forget worrying about my form. I barreled down the mountain on my wobbly legs with my arms flailing about. Thanks to the help of the professionals I was with, by the end of the day I could at least control my arms. And I am happy to report my sore body is recovering just fine.

Here are a few more pictures of our fun day...unfortunately no action shots!

I am very thankful for my In-Laws' patience with me as I did my best to keep up.

Beware of the Bunny Hill, Jack!

All the Little Things

This morning I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day when I heard Trevor's alarm go off. I ran into our room, jumped on the bed, and said,
"Guess what today is!!"
My half-awake/half-sleeping husband quickly responded with, "um...some kind of anniversary."
Yes, Honey you are right. It is Some kind of anniversary.
It is our 6 month anniversary to be exact. I am sure there will come a day when I loose track of the months because we will start counting years. But right now every little milestone feels exciting.

So here's to our some-kind-of anniversary!