(I promised a part two didn't I?)
March 8, 2006....Wednesday
My day is normal at work, watching the twins and coming home around 1pm or so. I didn't expect anything different to happen that night, so I had my leftover from dinner last night around 6. I'm the only one home at my aunts house. At 7 o clock you call me. A phone call? You sound different on the phone. Nervous almost. You ask if I'm busy and I say no. WE are different on the phone. After two minutes of dancing around you ask if I want to do something. I don't have any ideas. "Call me back in 10 minutes if you come up with something." I thought my answer was very clever. 5 minutes later you call back and ask if I'm hungry. Blah. I just had a pork chop. And a thick one at that. But I get excited knowing your coming over.
Not too long after, maybe 20 minutes you're at my house. You have a cute car, it's a cute 2006 Scion. It's blue, still smells new I love it. I'm surprised how roomy it is inside for how small it looks. WE drive around for about 5 minutes trying to figure out where to eat. You decided on Denny's. But you work at Denny's. You walk in, saying hello to everyone but forgetting about me. We sit down to order and to start eating and it turns into a job interview. Have you done this have you done that? Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend? I'm laughing thinking about it now, but you should have just asked me where I'm from you know. But we are having a nice time. Finishing my huge breakfast platter and some how waddling back to the car, you ask me if I need to be home at a certain time.I say no, which is true. I noticed as we started driving that is was snowing. It's March, how crazy.
You tell me you want to show me something excited. It's starting to get cold and we drive down to the Tacoma Waterfront. We're at the Museum of Glass. I didn't realize how big it is, until I stand next to it. Very pretty. You tell me you walked around her with another girl. I feel special now. I'm number 2. You and I walk arm and arm and you tell me about your mission. There's something "special" you want to show me. You slide a piece of concrete back and reveal something. It's a jeep I think with a tag on it. You call it "geocaching". I'm clueless, but kind of taken back you'd show me something so secret.
We start walking across the sky walk way. I am afraid to tell you I'm scared of heights but Downtown Tacoma looks very pretty. We talk about church. That topic is pretty broad with our church....and since you're a return missionary I expect you to go on for hours about your mission. But you keep your answer pretty basic, which is nice. Something seems different, maybe because it's snowing but it's nice to be around you. I like that....
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Our first date
I follow a few photography blogs. One of the photographers recently got married and shared a great idea. Writing down what happened on the first date. I actually need to do this for the sake of my husband who can never ever remember when, where or why we first met.
March 7, 2006.
It was over a week ago I saw your dad at the stake center. He asked if I could come over and meet you "officially". I've never really be introduced to someone like that, all because I'm a "nice Mormon girl." Your dad says you work a lot, and that you are engaged to some girl he doesn't like. Maybe this will be a quick night, but he said that I get food outta this deal! Awesome.
I'm at your parents house, it's 7 o clock. And you're not there. Okay. For the next hour or so you're parents are asking me every question in the world. Is this an interview for you or for them? It's starting to get late and I need to get to the stake center to watch a game for my ward. I promised some friends I be there. Around 8:15 you knock on the door. You walk in and sit down looking at your cell phone.
"Jordan this is April." You don't even look up. Do you even know my eyes are brown?
For a few awkward more moments I get introduced to you even more.
"April plays piano, and sings. Jordan she grew up in Seattle." You still looking at your cell phone. Your dad announces a great idea.We're going to get ice cream, all of us. In the same car. With you, who won't look at me. Nice. And I have to sit next to you.
At Baskin Robbins, the server ask how we all know each other. You finally look at me and say we're on a date and you're parents are there just to pay. I get a small cone just to be nice and considerate since you're paying for everyone. The girl getting our ice cream says " Be careful you might get married since your dad likes her."
I say after finishing our ice cream "I need to get going, I have a basketball game to go to at the stake center."
"Can I come" You're actually talking to me now. I don't say yes, but I didn't say no. I am finally free from the questions, and stuffy place it feels like but I am still in your company. You follow me to the stake center, although you drive faster than me and know exactly where it is. All my friends wonder who you are, and I can't even answer the question. You show me your cool Treo Cell phone and everything it can do. I have a pre paid phone from Cingular. It has a purple cover. After an hour, you say you need to sleep and have to go. I walk out to your car. We exchange numbers, with a promise you'll give me a call later on in the week. I'm expecting to never hear from you, when I get a phone call the next day(Wednesday) asking if I'm free that night.....
(Part two tomorrow!)
March 7, 2006.
It was over a week ago I saw your dad at the stake center. He asked if I could come over and meet you "officially". I've never really be introduced to someone like that, all because I'm a "nice Mormon girl." Your dad says you work a lot, and that you are engaged to some girl he doesn't like. Maybe this will be a quick night, but he said that I get food outta this deal! Awesome.
I'm at your parents house, it's 7 o clock. And you're not there. Okay. For the next hour or so you're parents are asking me every question in the world. Is this an interview for you or for them? It's starting to get late and I need to get to the stake center to watch a game for my ward. I promised some friends I be there. Around 8:15 you knock on the door. You walk in and sit down looking at your cell phone.
"Jordan this is April." You don't even look up. Do you even know my eyes are brown?
For a few awkward more moments I get introduced to you even more.
"April plays piano, and sings. Jordan she grew up in Seattle." You still looking at your cell phone. Your dad announces a great idea.We're going to get ice cream, all of us. In the same car. With you, who won't look at me. Nice. And I have to sit next to you.
At Baskin Robbins, the server ask how we all know each other. You finally look at me and say we're on a date and you're parents are there just to pay. I get a small cone just to be nice and considerate since you're paying for everyone. The girl getting our ice cream says " Be careful you might get married since your dad likes her."
I say after finishing our ice cream "I need to get going, I have a basketball game to go to at the stake center."
"Can I come" You're actually talking to me now. I don't say yes, but I didn't say no. I am finally free from the questions, and stuffy place it feels like but I am still in your company. You follow me to the stake center, although you drive faster than me and know exactly where it is. All my friends wonder who you are, and I can't even answer the question. You show me your cool Treo Cell phone and everything it can do. I have a pre paid phone from Cingular. It has a purple cover. After an hour, you say you need to sleep and have to go. I walk out to your car. We exchange numbers, with a promise you'll give me a call later on in the week. I'm expecting to never hear from you, when I get a phone call the next day(Wednesday) asking if I'm free that night.....
(Part two tomorrow!)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I love this picture
Sunday, December 26, 2010
End of the year update
I've been pretty busy using my role as main worry warrior since Thanksgiving. But with my hubby in a car accident on the 23rd of November and the loss of our "new" truck, it was pretty natural. To date, Jordan is fine, still sore at times since he's been working so much, but he's doing so well after the accident. He was the only one brave enough to go traveling during the snow storm before the Thanksgiving Holiday. My cousin needed a ride home after work and en route to getting her, he was in the accident. I'm sure it was the Holy Ghost telling me to get a hold of my husband, because I kept having thie feeling I needed to talk to you him on the phone. Glad I listened. I called him maybe 7 times within a half hour period. He called back, we talked 20 seconds I swear but he told me he was in an accident and that he'd call me back. I was going to kill him myself after I gave him a return hug and kiss. Silly. But I tenderly helped him up our stairs and get settled in for the night. I am so glad that he was able to be seen by the EMT's who came on scene and we went to the chiropractor the next morning. Since then we've been a one family car(which is great to see so many people help us out) and I've been having the kids do alot of crafts and baking to take away cabin fever(it's winter break for pre school as well).
I was very worried about Christmas since we have extra expense because of the car accident. With help from our new Bishop(believe me the word is new since he was called in May) we were able to have a great Christmas. I've been praying so hard that I wouldn't crack under pressure because of the coldness we experience dealing with the tow company(their receptionist...I thought was Satan in a body) but we were able to pay bills, have food and have a wonderful Christmas. I was so glad and am willing to give credit where it is due, to Heavenly Father of course!
This past week was especially hard for me. On the 24th, my mother's extended family gets together not only for Christmas, but to pay honor to our mother and grandmother. She passed away when I was 10 close to Thanksgiving, so Christmas Eve is very special in our family. Back at the beginning of September, when we went for the family reunion I was introduced to Aunt Mary. She was battling breast cancer and this reunion was made special since she was able to be there. I had this feeling while getting to know everyone including Mary that this was going to be a special time. Through facebook updates I was learing about her health and how it was really taking big nose dive. This was especially hard for the matriarch and patriarch of the family, which is only natural. Grandma and Grandpa could tell it was close to saying goodbye to one of their children.
Sadly, we lost Aunt Mary on Monday. With the combination of her having breast cancer like my own Grandma and it so close to Grandma's birthday it was a really tough day. I kept wanting to tell her about the amazing similarity between them and that I felt an instant connection to her. Her family had a great circle of family and friends supporting them. Wednesday morning her Obituary was printed and I was able to learn more about Aunt Mary. It just made me feel more that I was really supposed to be in this family. Aunt Mary and my Grandma, have the same first and middle name, they were both born close to Christmas and both battled breast cancer twice. They both were able to cross the veil about home surrounded by family and both died in their 50's. At times during the day it's still hard but I always know that they are both out of PAIN! I am beyond thrilled I could met Aunt Mary, and I was able to play piano for her, which she said someone could play hers more.
This holiday season has made me so happy I have a family and that we could spoil each other with love and sometimes gifts. WE hope you have and had a wonderful holiday. When the new year starts we'll be praying dad gets a well deserved raise and we might be moving to a bigger apartment, but we'll see what Heavenly Father grants us with. WE are so thankful and grateful for all our blessings and friends! WE love you.
April
I was very worried about Christmas since we have extra expense because of the car accident. With help from our new Bishop(believe me the word is new since he was called in May) we were able to have a great Christmas. I've been praying so hard that I wouldn't crack under pressure because of the coldness we experience dealing with the tow company(their receptionist...I thought was Satan in a body) but we were able to pay bills, have food and have a wonderful Christmas. I was so glad and am willing to give credit where it is due, to Heavenly Father of course!
This past week was especially hard for me. On the 24th, my mother's extended family gets together not only for Christmas, but to pay honor to our mother and grandmother. She passed away when I was 10 close to Thanksgiving, so Christmas Eve is very special in our family. Back at the beginning of September, when we went for the family reunion I was introduced to Aunt Mary. She was battling breast cancer and this reunion was made special since she was able to be there. I had this feeling while getting to know everyone including Mary that this was going to be a special time. Through facebook updates I was learing about her health and how it was really taking big nose dive. This was especially hard for the matriarch and patriarch of the family, which is only natural. Grandma and Grandpa could tell it was close to saying goodbye to one of their children.
Sadly, we lost Aunt Mary on Monday. With the combination of her having breast cancer like my own Grandma and it so close to Grandma's birthday it was a really tough day. I kept wanting to tell her about the amazing similarity between them and that I felt an instant connection to her. Her family had a great circle of family and friends supporting them. Wednesday morning her Obituary was printed and I was able to learn more about Aunt Mary. It just made me feel more that I was really supposed to be in this family. Aunt Mary and my Grandma, have the same first and middle name, they were both born close to Christmas and both battled breast cancer twice. They both were able to cross the veil about home surrounded by family and both died in their 50's. At times during the day it's still hard but I always know that they are both out of PAIN! I am beyond thrilled I could met Aunt Mary, and I was able to play piano for her, which she said someone could play hers more.
This holiday season has made me so happy I have a family and that we could spoil each other with love and sometimes gifts. WE hope you have and had a wonderful holiday. When the new year starts we'll be praying dad gets a well deserved raise and we might be moving to a bigger apartment, but we'll see what Heavenly Father grants us with. WE are so thankful and grateful for all our blessings and friends! WE love you.
April
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Family Picutures
Saturday, November 13, 2010
What a week!!!
I've been really thinking if I would include a horrible experience I had last Saturday. I still really haven't made a decision if I will include what started my brainstorming.
Wednesday, my visiting teachers came and shared an important message given to the whole of the LDS church by President Uchtdorf. "Of Things That Matter Most."Who knew while trying to have my two active toddlers sit down and try to introduce Modern Day Prophets to them, I would be following his counsel about spending quality time with our family. He touched about some great relationships that are amazing to a well balanced gospel person. While listening to my visiting teacher they mentioned the relationship with our "Fellow Man". This past week has been so trying in that department and I am very willing to admit my weakness in this.
Last Saturday, I invited a high school acquaintance over, because she wanted to show me a sale presentation for a company she just started with. I was still sick(day #4 with a season cold) and didn't really want to be bothered with company. But after a week of being bombarded with text messages from this person, I thought Saturday would be great and this would be off of my shoulders. I welcomed her, and her "trainer" into my home. I expected to hear her voice explain the company and so forth. With my all too trusting heart, I got told how my family is poor and will expect to be poor because I've made the decision to be a stay at home mother. I was also told in short that I am a 'home body' who rarely goes out and needs to find friends who are "willing" to make money. I was very upset. Why would I want to share the information I just heard with my family and friends by sending these rude people to them. Since this young lady hasn't almost seen me in 10 years, she also doesn't know that I was ready to go back to work after having my son but was fired from that job due to what they called a "conflict of interest."
But to put negative vibes behind all of us, I in short told them my decision to help my children by staying home is a richly blessing decision. If I did have a job, we could have more money, or we could not...it would depend on the job I had. It would always mean I would miss out on milestones and quality time being my children's first teacher, maid, doctor, referee, chauffeur, chef, and so on. I don't take motherhood lightly and women who take care of more than 2 children I kiss the ground they walk on. Hearing President Uchtdorf remind us of how important our family is, made me feel a little taller for stay home. I may not have a fancy car, fancy clothes or eat out every Friday night with friends but every time I go to pick up my son from Pre School he comes running to see me and I would give me life over and over again just to have that happen. To Single Mothers every where who work hard to come home and have to be mother and father I salute you. To working husbands who work long hours just to have your children "dog pile" on you once you set foot in the door, I love you.
My wish this holiday season is that we are nicer to one another. I may not work outside of the home for a business but I am in the business of building my family. It may not be perfect but I am lucky to have a perfect family plan to follow. I am glad I don't have to search for it and that I have wonderful examples and help along the way. Thank you to family and thanks be to our God!
April
Wednesday, my visiting teachers came and shared an important message given to the whole of the LDS church by President Uchtdorf. "Of Things That Matter Most."Who knew while trying to have my two active toddlers sit down and try to introduce Modern Day Prophets to them, I would be following his counsel about spending quality time with our family. He touched about some great relationships that are amazing to a well balanced gospel person. While listening to my visiting teacher they mentioned the relationship with our "Fellow Man". This past week has been so trying in that department and I am very willing to admit my weakness in this.
Last Saturday, I invited a high school acquaintance over, because she wanted to show me a sale presentation for a company she just started with. I was still sick(day #4 with a season cold) and didn't really want to be bothered with company. But after a week of being bombarded with text messages from this person, I thought Saturday would be great and this would be off of my shoulders. I welcomed her, and her "trainer" into my home. I expected to hear her voice explain the company and so forth. With my all too trusting heart, I got told how my family is poor and will expect to be poor because I've made the decision to be a stay at home mother. I was also told in short that I am a 'home body' who rarely goes out and needs to find friends who are "willing" to make money. I was very upset. Why would I want to share the information I just heard with my family and friends by sending these rude people to them. Since this young lady hasn't almost seen me in 10 years, she also doesn't know that I was ready to go back to work after having my son but was fired from that job due to what they called a "conflict of interest."
But to put negative vibes behind all of us, I in short told them my decision to help my children by staying home is a richly blessing decision. If I did have a job, we could have more money, or we could not...it would depend on the job I had. It would always mean I would miss out on milestones and quality time being my children's first teacher, maid, doctor, referee, chauffeur, chef, and so on. I don't take motherhood lightly and women who take care of more than 2 children I kiss the ground they walk on. Hearing President Uchtdorf remind us of how important our family is, made me feel a little taller for stay home. I may not have a fancy car, fancy clothes or eat out every Friday night with friends but every time I go to pick up my son from Pre School he comes running to see me and I would give me life over and over again just to have that happen. To Single Mothers every where who work hard to come home and have to be mother and father I salute you. To working husbands who work long hours just to have your children "dog pile" on you once you set foot in the door, I love you.
My wish this holiday season is that we are nicer to one another. I may not work outside of the home for a business but I am in the business of building my family. It may not be perfect but I am lucky to have a perfect family plan to follow. I am glad I don't have to search for it and that I have wonderful examples and help along the way. Thank you to family and thanks be to our God!
April
Friday, November 5, 2010
"No" November!
Happy start to our November month! The past week has been filled with awesome challenges. "No Shave November"(my husband's favorite), "Give Thanks November" and so on. Last Sunday, Halloween, this awesome sister in our ward taught based on the talked given by President Monson "Charity Never Faileth" Her focus was on how important it is as women to not judge one another. She also gave us a challenge. "No nagging, no judging November." AWESOME! It's a great reminder and since I'm my children's first teacher it gives me a great opportunity to become better. I heard once heard someone say we can grow closer to Heavenly Father by becoming parents. I couldn't agree more.
On a personal note(not like my whole blog isn't) I went to Mormon.org last night and filled out the "Refer a friend section". I filled it out for my father. I was able to fill out most of the information, which made me happy. At the bottom of the page you're able to say a few words of information for Missionaries who will be contacting your "friend". Simply put, I was really scared but I prayed over this, and I know if it's the correct time for my father he will be ready for those precious Missionaries.
I have been super mindful of missionary work, family and church for a few weeks. Mid-October my Mom invited me to a great fireside held in the Seattle Stake. The guest speaker was a brother who lives in Salt Lake City. Like my parents he had join the church before the Priesthood was allowed to all worthy members of the church. This brother was amazing in explain that didn't hinder his decision to be baptized into the LDS church. That's the feeling I've known and heard from most African American or African members of the church. I had a wonderful time listening to him talk about his mission in California and his struggles trying to explain to investigators that the church is true despite rumors or misconceptions.
I really have to give my parents credit. I can't even begin to think how hard church must of been, or how it was difficult getting questioned from your own family about this decision to join a 'white church". My parents were one of the first African American couples sealed in the Seattle Temple. Please re-read that sentence. I don't even have words to explain how amazing that is. Maybe it's because now that I'm getting older I can really appreciate the hard work and commitment my parents made and I really want to invite my father back to church with us. And of course in the temple everything is clear and life has so much purpose. I've wanted to introduce my children to my father, for him to know I don't hold him in a bad light, I try telling my kiddies everything I know about him. He took piano lessons and played organ. If I hated him and didn't want to be like him I would be denying a talent I somehow was born to have. It's amazing how the Lord works in our lives and I hope one day I can really see my father. To date, I'm thankful for family! :)
Talk to everyone soon!
On a personal note(not like my whole blog isn't) I went to Mormon.org last night and filled out the "Refer a friend section". I filled it out for my father. I was able to fill out most of the information, which made me happy. At the bottom of the page you're able to say a few words of information for Missionaries who will be contacting your "friend". Simply put, I was really scared but I prayed over this, and I know if it's the correct time for my father he will be ready for those precious Missionaries.
I have been super mindful of missionary work, family and church for a few weeks. Mid-October my Mom invited me to a great fireside held in the Seattle Stake. The guest speaker was a brother who lives in Salt Lake City. Like my parents he had join the church before the Priesthood was allowed to all worthy members of the church. This brother was amazing in explain that didn't hinder his decision to be baptized into the LDS church. That's the feeling I've known and heard from most African American or African members of the church. I had a wonderful time listening to him talk about his mission in California and his struggles trying to explain to investigators that the church is true despite rumors or misconceptions.
I really have to give my parents credit. I can't even begin to think how hard church must of been, or how it was difficult getting questioned from your own family about this decision to join a 'white church". My parents were one of the first African American couples sealed in the Seattle Temple. Please re-read that sentence. I don't even have words to explain how amazing that is. Maybe it's because now that I'm getting older I can really appreciate the hard work and commitment my parents made and I really want to invite my father back to church with us. And of course in the temple everything is clear and life has so much purpose. I've wanted to introduce my children to my father, for him to know I don't hold him in a bad light, I try telling my kiddies everything I know about him. He took piano lessons and played organ. If I hated him and didn't want to be like him I would be denying a talent I somehow was born to have. It's amazing how the Lord works in our lives and I hope one day I can really see my father. To date, I'm thankful for family! :)
Talk to everyone soon!
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