Its my blog and I'll cry if I want to

I came across some pictures that I love that never made it to the blog. I am sort of sitting here reminiscing and getting teary eyed, which for those that know me, know thats not really hard to do in the first place. Plus, whenever I blog, I listen to music, and music to any picture just gets me everytime. I guess I am feeling a bit nostalgic about our time here in Utah. Buddy is ramping up for the big push to graduation. He is tirelesly working amidst feeling so burnt out with a riguourous schedule of clinical hours, preceptor hours, full class load and graveyard shifts at work. See, he was in his first year of school when his dad was diagnosed with Cancer. The thought of taking a break to spend time with him was a very real possibility. But Mike wasnt hearing it. He told Buddy he was to keep going, and expressed how proud he was of him. And Buddy hasnt stopped. That was 4 years ago. Words can not express the pride he would feel if he were to see his son now. If only.



When we moved to Utah, we were so very excited to be progressing along the path we have worked so hard towards. Utah being a place I knew would be temporary, it took me until now, a year and a half later, to say to Buddy "Im really going to miss it when we move" I dont know how much of the missing will be the state, or the memories. Oregon is our home, we belong there, but Utah, sweet Utah. I love the struggling student life, as hard as that is to say. Being poor has its perks. I'll tell you when I compile them. Back to here, its where I have tried to pour myself into photography to not forget about what out life is like at this stage. So when we are more comfortably living, and the kids have earbuds stuck in their ears, when their friends have more pull over their decisions than we do, when we have decent furniture and the wall art isnt yesterdays crayon, or lunch for that matter, when Buddy and I see a good time as going to a dinner and a movie *by ourselves* as the perfect date. I can look back and remember that there was a time when the kids, 5 and 2 clung to us like a sock right out of the dryer, when we took walks on Sundays, when we played in the mud, when we had balloon fights on the first hot day of the summer, when we made up stories and what we imagined was every bit as real as the air we breathe. Its the time in Utah. They wont be 5 and 2 anywhere else. I have to document every second..I dont want to forget. There are sort of alot of photos, but theres no such thing as too much when it comes to memories.

Sidewalk hopscotch






Playing with bubbles




buying more bubbles..


having fun in the backyard




dancing in fields


just being together.