In a Strawberry Daze

The past week my husband and I decided to sell chocolate dipped strawberries at "Strawberry Days" in Pleasant Grove. Which is the fair. I don't really no why they call it the fair, because the prices seem so Unfair... well, I love the fair. I grew up in a town where the fair was, THE event. The smell of cotton candy, livestock, corn dogs, and occasionally, throw up. That doesn't really sound good does it? It makes a small town feel bigger, and a young girl feel adventurous, hoping to reach the "you have to be this tall to ride" sign one day. My Bryce took me on the zipper one night after we were done loading all of our goodies we didn't want stolen in the car. I screamed the whole time. I loved it! Even Bryce screamed.... of course to freak me out he rattled the cages while we waited for others to board into the horribly unsafe contraption in which we were flying and flipping through the air. Well, we sold a lot of strawberries and had fun doing it! While we sold strawberries during the day, our little one was being babysat. So Bryce and I got to hang out and work side by side. I enjoyed flirting with him and being his co-worker. We had sword fights with the skewers, dare each other to do things, drank lemonade, kiss when no one was looking(at least I think), laugh at each other, do impersonations, talk to people, bring up old memories and just goof off together. One day, in the afternoon, Bryce and I were sitting in our chairs behind our strawberry counter and a woman, with her daughter, who bought strawberries from us the day before, walked up to us and said,"Hi you two, I just wanted my daughter to meet you guys and show her how cute you are with each other, I just wanted her to see what she could have some day." I blushed a little and said how nice it was. It makes me go back to my first post and remember that you never know who is watching you.

Yummmmmmm...........

My Favorite flavor, Toasted Coconut.....


I love Strawberries!


Which one would you like? Oh, the chocolate graham cracker?...okay!


So Happy!

I know Smith Feels Love.
Out of all the physical therapy we give him, Bryce and I decided the best therapy we give him is our simple love. Today we gave him a lot of love. Today was a FABULOUS DAY. My husband named it...."Celebration of our love Picnic Day." I know it sounds cheesy, but it's little things like that, that make Bryce.... Bryce. And I love him for it. He is the perfect Best Friend to have when I don't feel like being Joan of Arc, and more like a tired Jane Eyre. He is my knight in Shining Amour. Smith is my little Knight in Shining Amour, and I have faith that one day he will walk up to me and smile and say,"I love you Mom." Every time he uses all the strength he has to roll over (with a little help) he is my little hero. For all you Mom's out there that have a little tike running around or just laying on a blanket in the mean time, I want to tell you that you don't need a ton of credentials. You don't need a thousand books telling you what to do or how to teach your child. The parents I observe that really care for their children are the ones that just love LOVING there child. They don't think,"My Child has only learned to use sign language with 4 things this week, but Betty's child has already learned the alphebet." All I can say to that is,"oh dear," the mother that thinks this has to be some what disconnected to reality. Wake up and realize there are children ( probably like me) that didn't want to learn sign language and wanted to eat dirt instead... is there anything wrong with that? Is she really loving her child, or is she comparing her child? Because if she loved him then she would let him eat dirt and have him stuff her mouth full of dirt sometimes too. Anyway, I love all the Mothers out there that Love there Children. Because isn't that what life is all about?

Here are some pics from the Picnic:


Packing up Mr. Smith... oh WHAt FUn!!






My Sweetie Carrying our Picnic Stuff to the perfect Spot... So pretty




Of Course, eating Delicious Delectable Food.... YummY!!!





Reading books.... we have totally different tastes in reading material...love it.





My little Angel sleeping.... I guess it was too much fun.




We Love Him.....




And Enough said... I love you Bryce.

THE ART OF KISSING.....
There are all types of kisses.
I will name a few:
Gross down your throat
Awkward head tilting
First kiss jitters
Gotta Run
Love ya
Passionate
Real Deep Genuine Love

There are a million more, but I am going to write about the "real deep genuine love" kiss, once upon a time.....
"Mom", I said with a questionable tone.
"Yes, what's up?" she answered.
"I started dating this boy, his name is Bryce, and him and I get along SOOO amazingly it's crazy, but I don't know if "it" is there"....
Before I go on further with the story, I have to explain what "it" is. "It" is everything! It's the passion, the romance, the attraction, the desire to be with the other person. If "it" is not there, sorry, then there is nothing. It was Christmas of 2005 and I had gone on 3 dates with Bryce Hal Taylor. I was visiting my Mom in Cedar City and I was feeling confused of how I was actually feeling for him. I had never felt more comfort and ease around a boy like I had around Bryce. I had never laughed so genuinely hard in my life, been spiritually fed, and had such a great time....but. I still didn't know if "it" was there. My mothers response was different then she had ever given me.
"Kiss him, and you'll know." she said.
This was not typical advise from my Mother, so I decided to rise to the challenge and give it a go.
My Bryce called me on my way back to Provo, Utah, and asked me on a date to watch "almost famous" and eat popcorn. I was excited to see him. We ended up watching the movie and playing thumb war, and during a very serious thumb war tournament, he got close to pulling me in and kissing me, but I shied away and laughed it off. It was time to take me home and we got in his car and he started to drive me to my house which was maybe 5 miles away. On the way he had me pick out a CD and I picked "Parachutes" by Coldplay. He looked at me, and smiled. He skipped to the song "Sparks" (Which is Our Song and please listen to it if you feel like being swept away for a minute or two). All of a sudden he pulled over the car to the side of the road about 2 miles from my destination. I was wondering what had happened, I really didn't know what was going on, I was clueless. And I looked over at him. Then he looked at me. Then he looked at his steering wheel. Then I looked down, then quickly back. Then his eyes met mine. Mine met his. He starting leaning towards me. I started leaning towards him. A perfect head tilt. Eyes closed and then.... the perfect kiss. The Perfect Kiss. "It" was there! I was drawn to him, the passion, the desire, the attraction, it was all there!

Now I get a chance to experience those kisses everyday. Kissing is important. I love kissing. I love the painting "the kiss" by Klimt.


It moves me everytime I see it.


My favorite kiss in a film Is the Kiss by Mr. Rochester and Jane Erye in the BBC mini series movie. I guess it is my favorite because they are best friends and they have so much passion for each other. YOU SHOULD SKIP TO 4:10. (4 minutes and 10 seconds into the clip)

If you wanna know if he loves you so....it's in his kiss, thats where it is.
And now I get to know he loves me, everyday.

Pleased to Meet Grandma

As of May 27, 2009, the earths population is estimated by the United States Bureau to be 6,782,536,522. And out of that 6,782, 536,522 there lives in Provo Utah, a widow, who is my Grandmother. Elizabeth Josephine Smith. She is 83 years young, has stunning skin, and a beautiful mind for her age. My Bryce, Smith, and I have dinner with her every Monday. Why do we visit her every Monday? Because it is Family Home Evening. A night to drop everything and hang out completely in the present with your loved ones. My Bryce and I started this tradition early in marriage and it continues today. When I was younger I thought my Grandma was crazy. I have a fond memory of her visiting our family when we lived in Quincy California, which is all pine trees, hills and meadows. Beautiful. It was easy to visit nature, just step out your door and go hiking, you were in nature anywhere you turned. I was probably 7 years old when she decided to take her grandchilren for a little nature hike; as we hiked a long the sunlit trails of the forrest my Grandma stopped, faced a large pine tree, looked up at the majesty of height and beauty, took a deep breath, smiled, opened her arms, and HUGGED THE TREE. Then she said,"Come and hug the tree with me girls. Feel the love." I will never forget that experience. Later on in life when I heard the label "Tree Hugger" I always referred back to that experience with my grandma. I love her and she has been through a lot, her family has been through a lot. When I go to her house on Mondays, I try to leave all of that behind and just be there in the moment with her. Let her talk, let her repent out loud, let her. I believe People need People, No man is an island, no man stands alone. I need her as well, I have come to love my Mondays with her and I look forward to them every week. So out of the 6 billion something people that live in this world, I have found there is someway to find someone that you can learn more about and love more than you ever thought possible. That person for me is my Grandma Smith. What a surprise to find out how much I care for her. I love you Grandma Smith.

Pleased to Meet Smith

Here is a Story about
a boy named Smith...
Yes, his first name is Smith and his last name is Taylor, not the other way around. I have had to explain that to many Doctors since little Smithy was born. It starts out with me saying,"Hi I am here for an appointment for Smith Taylor" then they say, "Okay, you can fill this paper work out for Taylor and sign right here." I then say, "No, his first name is Smith," then they say,"Oh, ha ha, I bet you get that all the time!"... then I think,"NO, my friends and family don't call him anything but his first name, "all the time" would imply everyday, but the only time he does have his name messed up is at the doctors, thank you." Okay, that was rude, receptionists are usually very nice and I really think it is FUNNY, that they get his name wrong, no hard feelings, promise. He has a different,distinct, and fun name, just like him, different, distinct, and fun. Smith's birthday is May 9, 2008, that makes him a little over a year now and he still has not rolled over,grabbed for anything, or learned to sit up on his own. He has a rare muscle disorder called Hypotonia, which disables him to use his muscles like most babies learn to do at a much younger age. He has about 10 different therepists working with him every month. Here is a list of some of them.

Paul- Occupational therapist
Kelly- Pysical Therapist
Dr.Sara Winters- Developmental Specialist
Holly- Vision Specialist
Michelle- Speech/language therapist
Dr.Glade- Pediatrition
Dr. forgot his name- Neuroligist

They are all amazing and I have grown a deep appreciation for them.
Last week, Smith had an M.R.I, in which they had to sedate him. Where was this nice little trip to?
PRIMARY CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL, in Salt Lake City, what an amazing place, there are Pictures painted on the ceiling and walls by children. It eases the pain to see such fun and energetic artwork by thousands of children. I looked up at the cieling in the M.R.I room and there was a painting of a little girl under a rainbow. The girl who painted the picture was maybe 4 years old. Even though the pictures are supposed to ease tension for the children recieving such tramatic procedures, I pictured my self as that little stick figure with a triangle dress standing underneath the rainbow while Little Smith was sedated and put into the large tubular machine to take pictures of his little brain. It is hard to see your baby laying in an odd shaped device with machinery all around. But I knew he was in good hands. I love him, he is my baby, sent to me, from God, from heaven, straight from heaven.

My Life, My Love, My Man

This is my first post.... okay, I think I will have to start with my marriage to my Bryce. I love him. He is my hero in every way. I told my Bryce that, "marriage is when life truly started for me, everything before that just made me the person I am for you." And I really do believe that. I love all my friends and family that helped me become the person I am, and they all continue to help me everyday. I think I am going to start my blog with a very dear memory I had with my Bryce about 11 months into our marriage in August of 2007.....
We were at Macaroni Grill...... on date night, I LOVE DATE NIGHT!!!, and my Bryce had just gotten back from a "mini-tour" with his band. In all our 11 months of marriage my Bryce and I had never spent one night away from each other, and my Bryce had been gone for 11 days... which seemed like an eternity to me. So we were devouring each other at the dinner table, little kisses, loud laughs, my head resting on his shoulder, smiling, smiling, smiling, talking, talking, talking, holding hands and eating delicious bread and olive oil. I remember looking at him and thinking how it was possible for me to get along with someone PERFECTLY and have so much fun doing it. After we were done with our meal we were still talking, talking, talking when the waiter squeezed in between us and managed to plop down in front of us a delicious apple desert with two spoons. My Bryce said,"oh, we didn't order this...." Then the waiter leaned in and said in a quiet voice,"I am not supposed to tell you this but a couple here ordered this for you and paid for your meal..." as he walked off I was in shock. My Bryce immediately stood up and scoped the the crowd of people in the restaurant to maybe see if he knew the giver, but no luck, everyone seemed oblivious. My Bryce just shook his head in disbelief and looked at me and kissed me on the forehead then we both smiled and enjoyed our delicious dessert. Now, I don't know why this anonymous couple decided to pay for our meal, maybe it is a tradition of theirs, or maybe they just felt like it, but I like to think it was for a reason.... the reason being LOVE. I could see an older couple, looking at us from their seat, and going back to their early years of marriage, with FULL hearts, wide eyes, young, in love with out a care in the world on a random Friday night. I'd like to think they were touched by our simple love scene and overwhelmed with gratitude for all the years they have had, and decided to "Treat us" on our little night out.

Little did we know that same month the greatest surprise of our lives happened, we found out we were going to have a baby!......and the story begins........