Sunday, June 12, 2011

Happy Birthday, Baby!

Let the month of birthday festivities begin!  Tonight, we celebrated the first Junebug birthday of the month -- our baby is turning two!


We partied with family at the Country Club summer BBQ on the patio.  Nothing like ringing in Ano Dios with a classic Shirley Temple (or as the girls call it, pink sprite).

Millie is an adorable toddler, always up for a good time.  She's got this silly sense of humor!  The kid is at the super entertaining stage where she will try any word you challenge her to say, and parrots what others say.  When we tell her "You're cute!" she dances around yelling "I'm cute!  I'm cute!"  She wants to do whatever Big Sister is doing; they make a sweet little team.  She has a funny crush on our car, blowing it kisses in the parking lot, but hates being strapped in her seat.  She's developing strong preferences, and the tantrums surface from time to time.  Her favorite foods are pretty typical for her age, turkey and yogurt and chocolate milk.  Still attached to blankies... and daddy.

Opened presents in the backyard after dinner.  The big hit, promptly confiscated by the bigger kids, was a play newscaster set.  Sophie reported on the strawberries, and predicted rain.

Since all our family's girl birthdays are in June, I thought I'd like to plan my flowerbeds to bloom this month.  I need to remember to add more peonies.  Look -- perfect timing!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Power of Post-It Notes

During the April 2011 General Conference, I was particularly touched by an address on the blessings of marriage by Richard G. Scott.  He told a story about how his beloved wife treasured his silly little love notes.  "When she passed away, I found in her private things how much she appreciated the simple messages that we shared with each other....  She not only kept my notes to her, but she protected them with plastic coverings as if they were a valuable treasure."

It really is the little things that make life magical.  Mine are three inches squared.  

Every so often, I get a surprise scribbled sticky note with words of affection or encouragement from my husband.  It means more than just a scrap of paper to me.  I know he's doing this so selflessly, because words are not his default love language.  I document them today for nobody but me, because I never want to forget.

I found this one by the door knob when I was tiptoeing out the door for a 3 am call time for work. 

Recently, when I was sick and asleep in bed, he snuck in and stuck these on the ceiling.

A little someone has been watching.  She sees how much the notes mean to me, how I squirrel them away gently in a little drawer by my bed.    The other day I found this treasure stuck on my night stand.  I think I'll have it framed.