Archive | September, 2011

“Then don’t stand idly looking on…”

26 Sep

I heard a quote…or maybe I read it…and you must forgive me for not remembering the source:

“If you’re wrong, it’s ok.  Sometimes your wrong.  But if you are right, you better speak up”

This makes me think of the motto of sorts for ldswave.org:

“If only one voice is spoken, only one voice will be heard”

Which makes me think of something President Hinckley once said in an interview:

“He [Heavenly Father] could change things, yes.  But there is no agitation for that.  We don’t find it”

And these three quotes make me think of a little something Evan told me yesterday.

“Annette, I think you’re right.  None of these things you are feeling and thinking are any reason to fee bad.  You are not the only one who feels this way. You’re not crazy. You’re not broken.  People will start questioning.  People will start talking.  Things will change. “

Me: “Everyone is too scared say anything”

“Well, then why don’t you do it.”

So I will.

Family

13 Sep

 

 

I don't smile like that for anything else

 

Grace in your heart. Flowers in your hair. –Mumford and Sons

11 Sep

Dear Elisabeth,

I have some things on my mind.

Life is getting so crazy for us.  You are working ALL DAY at your awesome new job wherein you freaking work with Cheetahs.  I know it is hard and exhausting, but it is what you have always wanted to do.  And the opportunities that are going to come from all this work you are doing now are going to blow your mind.  If anyone can do it, you can do it.  So, just keep going.  Take it all in stride, because you have the “stuff” needed to handle anything.  You can do hard things.  You taught me that I can do hard things through that example.

Elisabeth, I sure as heck miss you.  I ran across the pictures we took from when you visited Las Vegas, and I loved looking at those memories again.  Remember all those adventures we had? Remember the hookah incident? Remember all the minor traffic violations? Remember that time I visited Ohio, and we killed a racoon on the way to get smore stuff and screamed for a minute at least.  And remember how we talked for hours in your backyard? And remember how we STILL have to go running together?

We have had some seriously good times Elisabeth Hieber.

You know how when something else crazy happens in one of our lives and we  say “Well, THAT is going in the movie about our lives.”  I have been thinking about what viewers of our movie would be thinking right now.  The two protagonists (uh…that’s us…) seem to be going in such different directions! What with that spunky Elisabeth and all her UC adventures, driving men crazy wherever she goes! And that Annette character, about to get married and stuff.  It seems to me the viewers might think that the protagonists will soon recognize their veering paths, have one more serious conversation about how they will always respect each other and remember what they have learned from the other, and sing a song like this, but will just accept that they have just grown too different and will say their goodbyes.

But, we both know that is not going to happen.  For a reason I call the “X-Factor” of our relationship, it doesn’t matter how much our paths veer.  We always end up staying connected.  We always seem to be able to bridge the gap…or in some cases we just seem to teleport to visit the other.  I dunno how it works.  I don’t know what it is that keeps us together, but SOMETHING does and for that I am grateful.  More grateful than I can ever hope to express.

I love your guts.  I want the best for you in everything.  I want complete success for you.  I want you to find your own Evan who can take what you thought was a perfectly happy life and give you happiness you never even thought possible.

Anyway, I have gone off on a lot of tangeants! What I really wanted to do with this post was suggest this song become part of our movie’s soundtrack.

It just makes me think of you.  It is so determined and hopeful.  Just like you.

 

So anyways, I guess I just want to say that I love how different we are, and how we still never grow apart.

Thank heaven for freshmen Biology, Geometry and English. 🙂

This is you these days

This is also you. (In case you didn't know...)

This is me these days

And this is me too.

 

But this is us. And it always will be. 

And don't you freakin forget it Missy!

 

 

 

I couldn’t decide on a picture, but I think we can all think of our own.

7 Sep

“The task of any religion is to teach us whom we’re required to love, not whom we’re entitled to hate.” -Rabbi Harold Kushner

I have a little ball of tinfoil on my shelf. This is why.

4 Sep

Once I realized I couldn’t be Anastasia when I grew up (which happened at about 6 years of age), I began to look for other options.  I went though a couple potential future careers, until finally in the 6th grade I discovered my passion.  I was walking around looking around at the 8th grade science fair, and noticed a mural in the library that I had never noticed before of…SPACE.  I remember staring at that mural with all the planets, and  stars and nebulas and thinking “wow…that’s cool.”  It didn’t take my Dad long to notice my new interest, and I was certainly lucky to have a daddy who happened to be interested in Space too, and knew a lot about it.  I started watching movied like “The Right Stuff” and I started going to space camp. I had Gordon Cooper’s obituary hanging in my locker all through high school in memorium of my most favorite original Mercury 7 Astronaut.  I day dreamed about space shuttles.  My imagination was wild for that “Final Frontier.”

I decided that I would become an astronaut. Because I loved that stuff.  I really truly loved it.

Everyone who knows me now knows very well that I am no longer working to become an astronaut.  I didn’t go to the Air Force Academy like I wanted to through high school.  I’m not studying Aeronautical Science or Engineering.

But, I still love the idea of being an astronaut.  I LOVE going to Air and Space Museums, and if Evan hadn’t started blabbing about planes on our second date, who knows where we would be now! The man instantly became insanely attractive to me then. What can I say.

And now that you have that background story, you’ll understand the following story and why I’ll always have a ball of tinfoil on display in my house (erm…apartment).

Evan and I were visiting his family in Tucson and went to the Pima Air and Space Museum because Evan loves planes, and I love space.  So…places like that are perfect for us.  In the Space part of the exhibit, there was a for real moon rock and much to my embarrassment I couldn’t stop a couple tears from betraying my regrets.  I had these dreams when I was growing up of getting a moon rock myself.  We moved on from there, looked at the rest of the exhibits and went home for dinner.

I think Evan and I were helping his mom make garlic bread when suddenly he got a sheet of tin foil, rolled it up into a ball, and put it in my hands. I was of course very confused and probably said something like…”What the….”.

He just turned to me and said with his Evan-smirk “It’s a moon rock for you.”

So, when people 20 years from now ask me why there is a little ball of tin foil in my china cabinet along with fancy dishes and porcelain statues, I’ll say something like “Because somehow Evan helps me accomplish everything I ever wanted to.”

or I’ll just look at them and say “What? You don’t know what that IS?! It’s my moon rock.”