Miss Him.

This poor guy took a nasty crash on his bicycle and shattered both sides of his nose, broke a bone in his cheek, eye socket, and one in his neck. He was in the hospital for a few days and just was able to get out today. It's good that he's home, it means I don't have to worry so much. It's hard to be so far away from my family right now but I know that everything will be okay. My mom will take amazing care of my little bro because that's just what she does. She's part Mom, part nurse, but mainly superwoman! I pray for them everyday and love them very much.
Davis is a champ. I was told that twice on the way to the hospital he asked, "How much air did I get?" (he crashed off a jump). Ha ha! I can't help but laugh, only he would ask something like that. I've also been told that he hasn't cried through it all. Ornery? Yes. Tears? No. That is definitely something that I would not last long doing. I did get to talk to him yesterday. He spoke slower and I had to speak very slowly so he could understand what I was saying, but he seems to be doing well (considering the fact that he broke his face.)
Husband has been a wonder to live with. He's been nothing but comforting and loving. It sucks being so far away and not being able to help, but Husband has helped carry the load weighing down on me. (There's another thing to add to my list of "Why Marriage Rocks With My Husband": The load is always lighter.)

Anyway, I'm going to go. Be prepared for more pictures... They're coming!

Random

I decided to show you some new edits that I just did. Some are new pictures, and some are older. I hope you like them!

Pinkie Toe, Please Meet the Box Spring

I stubbed my toe on the box spring mattress that was hanging out a little bit. It hurt really bad and I now have an awesome bruise! Yay bruises!

Actually Edited Photos

I finally got down to editing some photos. They're nothing great, but at least I'm out doing something! I really am liking this whole "not slaving away with work" part of my life. :)

Our First Anniversary

Adam and I had an absolute blast on our anniversary. We went and saw Mt. Mckinley and went to the the zoo. It was pretty dang amazing!

So I am a Stone; Rough and Grainy Still

Lately, I have had an overwhelming sense of desire to do good in this world, and a determination to leave a mark on something as a servant of my Heavenly Father. I want to make a difference in this world for the better and I want to be a worthy human being to do so.
Sometimes, I don't feel worthy though.

I have been thinking a lot lately about what's important and it's come down to the fact that summer sales isn't forever, nor should it be. It's great to save money for school, or to get money to fix a car, or to put some money away to start a family, but this is not it.

I want to write a book.
For me.
I want to prove to myself that I can do it, and I want to feel empowered by living out one of my lifelong dreams of writing. I don't want to give up everything that I am to be out here, so I wont. I will give you updates at how my story is going, but it may be a long process since I'm not all that great at it.

A part of me, probably a bigger part of me than what it should be, wants so badly to get my unwritten book published, but I'm going to put that aside and write this book for me. But I want to make a difference in people's lives for the better and if I can do that by writing, then I would be a very happy girl.

Today, Husband is sick. I wish he would get better. (Not that I don't love having him around, but it's no fun being sick.) I pray for him everyday that he will be okay and he will have the strength to be honest and do well as a salesman. I hope he knows that I have complete faith in him. The sickness will pass and life will be okay again, but for now I am happy taking care of my sick hubby. :)

About a week ago, Husband and I took a trip down to the beach. We laughed as we threw rocks at things and tried skipping some of the flatter ones along the water. Most rocks were easy to throw, but there were two that I couldn't bare the thought of loosing to the ocean or the vast span of rocks. One was almost completely perfect. It was oval and was so perfectly proportioned that I stuck it in my pocket to send to my little brother. There was another one, that was so smooth, and even though it was pretty uneven, something about it was really quite endearing to me. I stuck that one in my pocket with the other rock.
When we got home I pulled them out and set them on my nightstand so that I could remember to send them back home (or at least pack them up in my suitcase when we leave), and they've been there ever since.
As indicated in previous posts, I haven't been having the best time here. Thoughts of inadequacy and unworthiness have plagued me almost ever since the moment I stepped off the plane in Anchorage. My imperfections have been held under a magnifying glass and I have fallen sick to the self-conscious disease.
But, there are these stones, perfectly smooth, sitting on my nightstand reminding me of a song by one of my favorite artists. The lyrics that have been playing in my mind over and over and over again because of these little stones have given me so much encouragement and strength, it's been overwhelming.

Rolling river God.
Little stones are smooth
Only once the water passes through.
.... And when i close my eyes and feel you rushing by
I know that time brings change and change takes time
And when the sunset comes, my prayer would be this one
that you might pick me up and notice that I am
Just a little smoother in you hands.

You can listen to the song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Jqz6i1vJJg

Anyway, I am doing much better. I am 54 pages into my book, and I will keep you updated. Thanks for reading.

BW