feels like home

I know. I know. I know.

This photo of our house is, like, so two months ago. We were just being fashionably late! (Clever, aren't I?)

So without further ado ... isn't she lovely?

that makes two of us

I love you, Adam Stewart. Yes, yes I do.

Thanks for making the past 730 days "for better."

Happy 2nd Anniversary!

extra, extra

Read all about it.

The newest issue of Utah Valley Magazine is out, and in my completely biased opinion, it's a downright delicious read. You can take a gander here.

Yours truly wrote two feature packages — one on the angels among us, and another on women and the "doors" we walk through. I got to interview the most beautiful, inspiring people. The kind of people who remind me why I'm a writer.

I have the best job. Ever.

last week ...

I might have gone to a Kelly Clarkson concert.

I might have stood in the rain with Fellow Fanatic/BFF Alison — swaying and singing all the while.

I might have screamed such sentiments as "I love you, Kelly!" and the ever-classic "woo hoo."

I might have gotten jiggy with it.

I might have purchased a totally rockadelic Kelly Clarkson T-Shirt. (That I will so totally wear, Adam.)
I might be 25 years old.

And I might have made a pact with Fellow Fanatic/BFF Alison to see our girl Kelly every time she has a concert in Utah. Yes, a pact.

Shhhhhh.

Don't tell Adam.

you say goodbye, i say hello

It's moving week around these parts, which means Adam has turned into Sir Pack-a-lot.

Me: If we pack three more boxes, THEN can we get frozen yogurt?
Sir Pack-a-lot: Yogurt-schmogurt. Pack, woman, pack!

But amidst all the boxes and bargaining (and frozen yogurt), I started to think about the goodbyes and hellos to come.

Let's take a look-see, shall we?

Goodbye Pleasant Grove ... Hello Lehi.

Goodbye rent check ... Hello mortgage payment.

Goodbye lengthy commute for Adam ... Hello lengthy commute for Bri. (A whole 15 minutes!)

Goodbye car port ... Hello garage (you blessed thing).

Goodbye three-minute walk to Maceys ... Hello grocery shopping for more than one meal at a time (sigh).

Goodbye walking up three flights of stairs every day ... Hello search for a new form of passive exercise (as sister Kara calls it).

Goodbye fancy people that take care of our grass (we'll miss you, Lawn Ranger) ... Hello yard work by Adam and Bri.

Goodbye not knowing how to decorate ... Hello magical knowledge of divine decor. (This comes with the purchase of the house, right? I mean, right?)

Goodbye Bajio Grill across the street ... Hello Cabela's down the street — aka elk burger heaven. Jeaaalous?

Goodbye singing in the shower ... Hello belting in the shower (with nary a neighbor in earshot).

Goodbye walls we can't paint ... Hello cans of color.

Goodbye condo ... Hello house to call our own.

gilmore girls night in

The only plus to Adam being in L.A. on business (aside from my husband sounding ridiculously important), is I get to marathon it with Lorelai and Rory — with nary a "they talk too fast and no one is that witty" rant in sight.

I love you, babe, but you have no taste in gushingly girly TV.

Love those Gilmore Girls.

my glasses were SO BIG as a kid ...

... they had to rest on my cheeks. True story.