World Cup Widow

Every 4 years something very magical happens...ESPN rounds up all the foreign announcers they can find, Adidas takes over TV advertising, fans riot, chants are shouted, and people across the world gather around their TV to see country against country fight to the death in what can only be known as: The World Cup.

If you don't know what I am talking about, it's probably because you are an American and in America we don't seem to value this quite like they do in England, Germany or Brazil...unless you are my husband. From June 11th to July 11th Trevor is a kid in a candy store. Of course he was excited to watch the USA take on England but he was even up at 6 am on Saturday to watch South Korea and Greece. Because of the South African time difference the games start very early in the morning. Trevor doesn't even skip a beat. When I asked him why he would want to watch ALL the games, he looked at me like I had just asked him what color the sky is. Apparently it's obvious. To say the World Cup is a big deal in our house, is an understatement.

So until July 11th I am a World Cup Widow. I suppose this is what I get for marrying a soccer player. And I just picked him because he is so cute.

I love my number 4.

Joy

It has started to feel a bit like summer around our place. I bought our first watermelon and when the lovely Seattle sky puts away its rain clouds for a total of 12.5 seconds then we actually get to see some Sun.

I am kicking off my summer with a new motto: whatever I do, do it with Joy unto the Lord. Yes, this includes stuffing envelopes at work, washing my husbands dirty clothes (ok my clothes get dirty too) and grocery shopping. There is just something I hate about grocery shopping. Why can't the food just magically appear on my counter ready to be made into a delicious meal? Wait...what's that...I don't live on the set of Rachel Ray?!

I have so many more reasons to be joyful than I do to be the complaining and grumpy wife that I have been known to be from time to time. Cut me some slack...I'm new. Although, I am not sure how much longer that excuse will hold up. "Oh really, you would like your wife to communicate with you? I didn't know." (said while batting the eyelashes on my big puppy dog eyes) Marriage is filled with so many fun and wonderful things, but there are also the everyday not-so-fun things...why not have joy through it all!

I'm excited for summer.

I'm excited to be joyful.

Trevor is excited for the World Cup.

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.