tender, tender weekend. i do not know how to express my admiration and love for my curtis family. a few weeks ago the day before and of my grandpa's funeral, it was my curtis family who came and washed windows, cleaned chairs, clean our yard, and offer support as we hosted a dinner at my mom's after the funeral. there is not a better bunch of people than this family.
i am grateful today for many things. especially the legacy of aunt robyn. a woman of character and faith.
all morning i have been thinking of a story told about aunt robyn at her funeral: her daughter came home from school crying, boys had followed her home and thrown rocks at her. robyn bandaged her up, found chocolate suckers and took her daughter down the street to offer treats to these boys. robyn taught and LIVED to give better than received. i want this legacy and know i can do better.
speaking of receiving better than giving, my sweet husband-who made it possible for me to travel to denver by taking my clients, arranging showings with other clients, tending my dog and helping me to get out the door-had 2 dozen, GORGEOUS, fragrant red roses waiting on our kitchen counter when i walked in the door.
i am blessed.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
day date
remember on "just friends" how a day date is a bad thing? not in my life!
since my sweet husband is rarely home due to his amazing work schedule/ethic, and since when he could be home he chooses to golf occasionally (ALWAYS, sore subject-we had plans saturday and they were canceled since a chance to golf came up), we made a date to go 4 wheeling tonight. but... this morning after he got up and showered and ready for work he realized he had a work thing tonight so...
we decided to go back to bed and sleep in. woke up again, ate cereal, loaded our pup and 4 wheeler into the truck and headed into the fall morgan mountains. this is something each individual must do at some point because the trees and leafs are spectacular, the smells are invigorating and i cant speak for anyone else, but for me the company is unbeatable.
side note: jack mower, our new puppy-don't confuse him with jack bauer, HATES the 4wheeler and runs from it even after he got a joy ride before he got left at nana's.
since my sweet husband is rarely home due to his amazing work schedule/ethic, and since when he could be home he chooses to golf occasionally (ALWAYS, sore subject-we had plans saturday and they were canceled since a chance to golf came up), we made a date to go 4 wheeling tonight. but... this morning after he got up and showered and ready for work he realized he had a work thing tonight so...
we decided to go back to bed and sleep in. woke up again, ate cereal, loaded our pup and 4 wheeler into the truck and headed into the fall morgan mountains. this is something each individual must do at some point because the trees and leafs are spectacular, the smells are invigorating and i cant speak for anyone else, but for me the company is unbeatable.
side note: jack mower, our new puppy-don't confuse him with jack bauer, HATES the 4wheeler and runs from it even after he got a joy ride before he got left at nana's.
colors
i am feeling very grateful today, and nostalgic. perhaps it is saying goodbye to my grandpa moe this weekend or the change in seasons or reality that i am growing up (mostly).
i drove home yesterday listening to some good old james taylor and my mind raced. suddenly i was in the suburban, the smell of my old dog torrey was perfuming the air, meg had her head out the window trying to ease her motion sickness. i was riding in my "special spot" aka: the top of the luggage in the VERY back of the burban.
we were on our way to the cabin or jackson lake or powell. without fail bob dylan, john denver and james taylor serenaded the majority of our trip. simon and garfunkel usually came too.
grace was playing her car games which meant my dad ALWAYS won. i had been told no less than a dozen times to NOT ask again how much longer. mom was calling out every so often "GLORY CHILDREN!" at whatever mountain or sunset or field we came across. boss was coaching jamie on driving. ten and two. checking the mirrors?
somehow these memories carry me in times of trouble. thinking of our little family, all compact in that car, occasionally fighting but usually laughing. all together. now we are spread out, further and further. we arent that little family anymore, now we all have our own families and memories to make. but part of me wants to go back and crawl into the back of the burb and savor those times again.
grandpa moe was a great man. his life was filled with adventure. he skied, piloted his own small plane, painted, fished, traveled to Australia, Africa, Europe, Mexico. he was always smiling and usually had an off color joke to share. he saw life as a glass all the way full. i have loved knowing him and loving him through my life.
in jackson he always, without fail, took us to see the buffalo. he took us painting, to get pizza at leeks, and was generous to take us out for ice cream and treats. he was a tease. he was funny.
i feel grateful for his vibrant and colorful life as i sit at my counter and watch the color slowly drain out of the earth, preparing for winter.
i drove home yesterday listening to some good old james taylor and my mind raced. suddenly i was in the suburban, the smell of my old dog torrey was perfuming the air, meg had her head out the window trying to ease her motion sickness. i was riding in my "special spot" aka: the top of the luggage in the VERY back of the burban.
we were on our way to the cabin or jackson lake or powell. without fail bob dylan, john denver and james taylor serenaded the majority of our trip. simon and garfunkel usually came too.
grace was playing her car games which meant my dad ALWAYS won. i had been told no less than a dozen times to NOT ask again how much longer. mom was calling out every so often "GLORY CHILDREN!" at whatever mountain or sunset or field we came across. boss was coaching jamie on driving. ten and two. checking the mirrors?
somehow these memories carry me in times of trouble. thinking of our little family, all compact in that car, occasionally fighting but usually laughing. all together. now we are spread out, further and further. we arent that little family anymore, now we all have our own families and memories to make. but part of me wants to go back and crawl into the back of the burb and savor those times again.
grandpa moe was a great man. his life was filled with adventure. he skied, piloted his own small plane, painted, fished, traveled to Australia, Africa, Europe, Mexico. he was always smiling and usually had an off color joke to share. he saw life as a glass all the way full. i have loved knowing him and loving him through my life.
in jackson he always, without fail, took us to see the buffalo. he took us painting, to get pizza at leeks, and was generous to take us out for ice cream and treats. he was a tease. he was funny.
i feel grateful for his vibrant and colorful life as i sit at my counter and watch the color slowly drain out of the earth, preparing for winter.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
we are family
since it has been an eternity since i wrote any "jamie-isms" i thought it was about time.
yesterday we went to lunch and half way through i realized i had been wearing my shirt/tunic thing inside out...
j: that is how you know your clothes are too fancy, if you can't tell immediately which side is right.
the man is wise i tell ya.
also, just wanted to document it and tell the world that i LOVE my hubs! we have both been down with a nasty stomach flu AND we are both soda sober!!! as a result we have both been super sore. so yesterday he texted me and let me know he had gotten me a massage-what a guy!
darren is so much fun. i love our super-uno tournaments that last hours before bed (and usually end in 1/2 of us being angry), i love his humor, i LOVE his optimism and perseverance, i love his generosity and kindness. i also love watching better off ted and how i met your mother with him at night and hearing his giggle-it is charming.
yesterday we went to lunch and half way through i realized i had been wearing my shirt/tunic thing inside out...
j: that is how you know your clothes are too fancy, if you can't tell immediately which side is right.
the man is wise i tell ya.
also, just wanted to document it and tell the world that i LOVE my hubs! we have both been down with a nasty stomach flu AND we are both soda sober!!! as a result we have both been super sore. so yesterday he texted me and let me know he had gotten me a massage-what a guy!
darren is so much fun. i love our super-uno tournaments that last hours before bed (and usually end in 1/2 of us being angry), i love his humor, i LOVE his optimism and perseverance, i love his generosity and kindness. i also love watching better off ted and how i met your mother with him at night and hearing his giggle-it is charming.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
boss man
i love my dad.
so, so, so many reasons.
i thought i would write down a few.
a few weeks ago i got to go to my cabin with just my dad...it was amazing. we took a tire off our back-hoe (bigger than i imagined it would be) but struggled getting the nuts and bolts off so i got a quick physics lesson in leverage as my dad used a fencing pole to get those suckers off.
we rode bikes all over the red earth that night, through the most magnificent summer sunset.
that night we slept on the balcony and my dad sang me hymns as i fell asleep. i love his voice. this took me back to climbing the grand with my dad and sister-we had been hiking for an eternity and still we were not to the upper saddle, feeling positive i could not go on, my dad whipped out his harmonica and played "if you could hie to kolob" as we hiked the last few miles.
just last night we went on a little date to look at horses...we sold the horse that got me through my early 20's. my dad saw i was struggling and had the idea to bring the horse up to lehi so i could ride him 4-5 times a week. it was one of my favorite summers, thanks to my daddy.
anyway, we went to see how this horse was doing last night. the little girl who got him adores him and dotes on him and brings him treats, he is in heaven. and truth be told, she runs him on the barrels 10 x better than i ever did.
before we left to the stable my dad looked at me and told me to take his new convertible, put the top down and enjoy the perfect evening and he would take my car and meet me there.
i love so many things about my dad but my favorite thing is spending time with him, and he is so generous with his time.
so, so, so many reasons.
i thought i would write down a few.
a few weeks ago i got to go to my cabin with just my dad...it was amazing. we took a tire off our back-hoe (bigger than i imagined it would be) but struggled getting the nuts and bolts off so i got a quick physics lesson in leverage as my dad used a fencing pole to get those suckers off.
we rode bikes all over the red earth that night, through the most magnificent summer sunset.
that night we slept on the balcony and my dad sang me hymns as i fell asleep. i love his voice. this took me back to climbing the grand with my dad and sister-we had been hiking for an eternity and still we were not to the upper saddle, feeling positive i could not go on, my dad whipped out his harmonica and played "if you could hie to kolob" as we hiked the last few miles.
just last night we went on a little date to look at horses...we sold the horse that got me through my early 20's. my dad saw i was struggling and had the idea to bring the horse up to lehi so i could ride him 4-5 times a week. it was one of my favorite summers, thanks to my daddy.
anyway, we went to see how this horse was doing last night. the little girl who got him adores him and dotes on him and brings him treats, he is in heaven. and truth be told, she runs him on the barrels 10 x better than i ever did.
before we left to the stable my dad looked at me and told me to take his new convertible, put the top down and enjoy the perfect evening and he would take my car and meet me there.
i love so many things about my dad but my favorite thing is spending time with him, and he is so generous with his time.
Monday, September 19, 2011
so long, farewell!
i said goodbye to one of my dearest friends last week. this friend has ALWAYS been there for me... good days and bad, to celebrate or just to hang out, before tests, after tests, and always around for my drive home.
i always have been able to find reasons or occasions to bring this friend around me, because just the presence- i found heavenly.
but, truthfully there came a point in my life where my happiness depended on this friend... i even smuggled this friend to girls camp because i knew i could not go 5 days alone (i was too scared to try to smuggle on trek, it was a LONG three days).
it was time to cut the cord from this dear friend that i became so dependent on. it has been a tough week. my body aches from the separation and my head has been pounding. i have wondered if i really needed to to take such serious measures...
but today has been one week exactly, and i feel amazing! so long diet coke!!!
i always have been able to find reasons or occasions to bring this friend around me, because just the presence- i found heavenly.
but, truthfully there came a point in my life where my happiness depended on this friend... i even smuggled this friend to girls camp because i knew i could not go 5 days alone (i was too scared to try to smuggle on trek, it was a LONG three days).
it was time to cut the cord from this dear friend that i became so dependent on. it has been a tough week. my body aches from the separation and my head has been pounding. i have wondered if i really needed to to take such serious measures...
but today has been one week exactly, and i feel amazing! so long diet coke!!!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
six months
We have been married for 6 months today! It seems like the longest and fastest six months of my life!
LOTS of changes have happened, almost all great ones. And we have been busy making memories.
We have been to:
*Trek (we had the BEST family!!)
*Girls Camp
*Torrey Reunion
*St George
*Park City
*Phoenix
We have:
*MOVED to the most spectacular place on earth!!
*A new niece Miss Scarlet CAIT and a new nephew William Winslow and a ? on the way (not mine :)
*A new car (YAY!!)
*learned how to live with a member of the opposite sex
*been learning how to communicate
*learned how to not be a bachelor (darren)
*learned how to not be an only and adored child at home (me)
*learned how to budget/shop/cook/clean
*learned how to make friends in a new neighborhood and ward
TIME FLIES! it seems like yesterday darren was down on his knees in the snow...
LOTS of changes have happened, almost all great ones. And we have been busy making memories.
We have been to:
*Trek (we had the BEST family!!)
*Girls Camp
*Torrey Reunion
*St George
*Park City
*Phoenix
We have:
*MOVED to the most spectacular place on earth!!
*A new niece Miss Scarlet CAIT and a new nephew William Winslow and a ? on the way (not mine :)
*A new car (YAY!!)
*learned how to live with a member of the opposite sex
*been learning how to communicate
*learned how to not be a bachelor (darren)
*learned how to not be an only and adored child at home (me)
*learned how to budget/shop/cook/clean
*learned how to make friends in a new neighborhood and ward
TIME FLIES! it seems like yesterday darren was down on his knees in the snow...
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