family

I have a husband and a baby daughter. I still barely fill old enough to be a grownup and to have my own family, but I still love it.

This is my husband:

We met at church (in a single’s ward) right after he got home from serving a two-year mission in Lima, Peru. He moved to my home town to work at Cabela’s and live with his sister. It was my home town, so I had always been there. I introduced myself the first Sunday he came to church and pursued him for a few months until he finally got his act together and decided he liked me enough he could date me. We had three weeks in the end of December of 2008 where we spent almost every day together, until he went away for a school for a semester. That semester was my last semester of college, and then we were married.

Dillon is a small-town boy. He likes to hunt big game. He is currently a student and majoring in wildlife science, with a goal to become a wildlife biologist, and if that work’s out. If it doesn’t, we’ll still be happy.

Dillon and I work great together. We are both tightwads who have a hard time spending money and like to have a large bank account. We also both like to shoot compound bows (I only shoot at targets) and enjoy being outdoors hiking or looking for wildlife. We like photography and reading (though Dillon didn’t like reading until I gave him good books to read).

This is my daughter:

She rolls over and makes eye contact and cries and eats and sleeps and dirties her diaper and poses for photographs. She’s the best thing ever.

I am a stay-at-home mom, and gave up any fact-paced career I might have had. Though I never was on the track to one. Because my whole goal in life is to be a stay-at-home mom. While I was in college, I had a sticky note that said, “Being a mom is your career.” It reminded me of my goals and priorities. Because my own mother was a stay-at-home mom, and it was AWESOME. I could come home to chocolate chip cookies. I ate home cooked meals. I had a mom who went to all my sporting events when I was younger. I had a mom who would play with me. I had a mom who intimately knew who I was and could help me when times were rough. I had a mom who would always be there for me. I want that it in my life.

This is our first family portrait: