I wanna be with you night and day

So, I left my camera at home.
Big, big fail on my part because Jax broke my awesome smart phone.  Unfortunately, the camera on my new phone is not as good as my nice galaxy s4, so taking pictures has become a little more difficult, especially if I forget my camera.
AND I SO WISH I HAD IT THIS WEEK!!
We are in California, with my parents while my husband finishes up his first year of law school.
They have a big, beautiful backyard, with a medium sized dog named Cari who is sweet and laid back and perfect for a certain little boy who loves adventure and the outdoors.
We also recently took on 2 other dogs, Lucy and Sawyer, for a friend who is on vacation to Utah (yup, we switched). Today's our first day watching them, but it has been such a blast to watch them all play with each other. Jax pretty much already spent most of the day outside, but now he's been spending even more time out there since he is enjoying 3 dogs!
yup, that's a lot of puppies, but they are doing so well.
Except for a little scare we had this morning! They got out. I freaked out a little, but the minute I ran out the front door and started calling their names, my next door neighbor had them and was watching them... Apparently they can fit through little nooks and crannies that Cari can't. Thankfully they get into their mischief together, because if I'd found one and not the other, I would have been even more panicked.
I can't imagine what all those puppies think about Jax. If I were a puppy, I might be a little jealous that the "human puppy" gets treats when they don't, gets to go with me everywhere, and gets to come inside when they don't. (Well, now Lucy and Sawyer can come inside, but they're in their cages when I can't watch them, and the human puppy doesn't even have a cage.)
All 3 dogs pretty much follow Jax around wherever he goes. I gave Jax a little treat after he woke up from his nap, and then (silly me)  took him and the puppies outside to play in the yard. Lucy followed Jax around and everytime Jax stopped moving, she stopped, as if she was going to get a treat. It was so funny, I had to keep telling her "No, leave Jax alone." They listen really, really well for 6 month old puppies.
Jax laughs every time they chase him around, and it's adorable.
We're having fun here. I love visiting my family.
I miss my handsome husband.
He's the best, he's a hard worker, blah blah blah mushy mushy love <3 .="" nbsp="" p="">

~ I love your way ~

You are my sunshine

It's been too long since I've blogged.
Too, too long.
It just seems like time flies by and if I forget to record things,
ZOOM, they're gone. Just like that.
In the past months, my baby has gotten into just about everything.
He's eaten deodorant, fallen off tables, climbed into his crib...
but not yet out. Thank goodness, not yet out.
In addition to my sweet boy, we found out that we will soon have a new addition to our family.
A baby girl.
Thank goodness my husband's default face makes you hope he won't punch you.
We're going to need that.
I want to reminisce about all the lovely moments I'm having with my boy, all the wonderful things he is doing, all the times he drives me nuts and melts my heart, but that is not where my writing is taking me today.
Today, my writing is taking me here. To you.
I came across the picture while looking at baby girl stuff today.

I just want to let you know, that I think of you every time I come across this sweet little poem.
This poem  that, in your home,  surrounds whoever walks into what is one of the most chaotic rooms that a home with five children has: the laundry room.
I think of how you lived this philosophy. You must have.
I mean, I know I never met you or anything. I wish I had, you seem like a wonderful woman. But I can tell you lived this tale of love, that you wove that love into the lives of your kids. You have two of the sweetest little girls I've ever met. And your boys.
Well, your boys are something else.
They are wild. They are crazy. They made me laugh and I had so much fun with them, even when there were days that I wanted to pull my hair out.
They were very, very loved. It was obvious then, and it is obvious now.
I know I only helped them out for a very short time, but in that short time, I learned many things I could not have learned without your influence.

Your kids talked about you pretty frequently. About things you did, stories they remembered of you, and sometimes, how much they missed you.
I know that you didn't really know me, and that we didn't really know each other, and that maybe it seems silly for someone who was not physically around to have such an impact on me.

But I feel I know you, just a little bit.
and I just want to tell you, thank you for helping me to see that the most important thing we do for our children, is love them and spend time with them. That is an invaluable lesson that I've learned from being with your kids, who were so deeply influenced by you. I hope I can love as purely as you did.

~*you'll never know, dear~*

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You're my sweetheart

I always hear people tell me, "Enjoy these years while you have them, they go by fast" and similar things, about your tiny years.
It happened when you couldn't do a single thing for yourself.
It happened when you started smiling.
It happened when you first rolled over.
It's happened for everything you've done so far.
Now, my happy little monster, you're crawling around, getting close to walking, getting into everything, and you're just so busy being a beautiful beacon of smiling light in a world that can sometimes be a bit of a dismal place.
There are so many things about you that I do appreciate, and I just want to take some time to get it all out in the open before these times are long gone and I'm missing your sweet little face.
I absolutely adore the way that, when I'm in the bathroom, you crawl to the door, push it open and tentatively peek around the door to make sure I'm there. Then, once you verify that I am, indeed, there, you proceed to run your hands up and down the vent on the wall there, by the door, because you like the thrum-thrumming noise it makes.
I smile every time I hear your little hands and knees making their way across the floor, because even though it means my time for doing whatever it is I'm doing at the time has run out, it also means that pretty soon, that bright little smile is going to appear, you're going to pull yourself up on my leg, and stand there waving your little arms around until I pick you up.
Speaking of waving your arms, I love that. I love how you wave your arms when you're happy, when you want to be picked up, and sometimes, in these few weeks before you start to walk, when you take those first few nervous steps, you get so excited that you wave your arms until you fall down.
I think it's adorable (but I try not to laugh) that when I speak sternly to you, when I tell you, "no", that you look at me for a few seconds, and then smile, almost as if you know that by smiling, you can get me to smile.
And it almost works. Every time.
(my heart smiles every single time.)
I love your adventurous spirit. Let me tell you, you sure surprised me the other day when you grabbed the window sill and tried to climb the wall. You are just a fearless little boy.
I love that, no matter how cranky you are, when I put you in the water, you cheer right up, and crawl off into the water as if you don't need me, as if you've now forgotten completely who I am.
My heart just melts every time I come home from work and you reach your little arms out for me.
And I love it when you do it for your daddy too. I love how much you love your Daddy. I love how you know the sound of the door unlocking when daddy comes home, and you crawl towards the door saying, "Da. Da. Da." I love seeing your Daddy pick you up and play with you, and tell you how much he loves you, his little "Wubs".
You are going to grow up to be one smart, fun, sweet little guy.
You are loved more unconditionally than you will ever know, maybe until you become a parent.
It brings tears to my eyes, to think that I've been loved like this my whole life, and never understood it until now, to think how much capacity for love I've been blessed with, to give to you, all for you.
You are my sweetheart boy.

~*I've been trying to do it right~*

I'm givin' you all my love

Before meeting me, my husband dated many girls.
Or rather, he went on lots of dates. With many girls.
Some of these girls straight up said "no" before he even got a chance to get the words out.
Some of them let him take them on a few dates before they told him, "you know, I was never really interested."
There were the honest few who went on one date and then said, "I just don't see it going anywhere, so I'm not going to waste your time."
Now let me tell you about my husband.
My husband is one of the sweetest, most compassionate people I've ever known.
While he may not understand women perfectly (by any stretch of the imagination), he does know how to treat a woman.
My husband opens doors for me.
He wakes up in the middle of the night to bring me water if I'm thirsty.
He rocks our sweet baby boy to sleep regularly.
He opens my door and kisses the tip of my nose before I get in the car.
He gets excited about my projects with me and, for the most part, listens to me ramble on and on about them.
He has set lofty goals for himself, and I've never met someone who worked harder to achieve them.
He is ambitious and driven and not, in the slightest bit, pretentious about his achievements.
He is intelligent but not haughty.
I could seriously go on and on but I think I'm just about past bragging point.
I would just like to say thank you to all those girls.
Your inability to look past a bit of awkwardness on the part of a young man has brought me years of future happiness.
It has given me my sweet baby boy.
It has given me the best husband I could ever have asked for,
someone I couldn't possibly have dreamed up,
and who I certainly don't deserve.
Some of you may be married and have children of your own already.
Yet others of you will spend the next several years complaining about how no one decent or normal ever asks you out.
Whoever and wherever you are, thank you (from me) for turning away from my now husband.
While it may have led to a few years of heartache for him, it has led us both - together - to an eternity of happiness.
I wish you all the best in life.

~*I won't give up~*

Every little thing - is gonna be all right

You know what's incredible?

Being a mom. 

Okay I mean, don't get me wrong. Definitely don't be a mom before you have a dad to help you take care of the screaming, wiggling, projectile vomiting little thing that is a child. 

But it's just the coolest feeling when that baby just wants you, when he reaches up his arms for you to pick him up, and stops crying when you hold him. 

The coolest feeling when you are overcome with love for someone who has only been in your life 6 months, or 2 months, or one week. 

All the cliches are true, you know. 

It is a different love than anything you've ever felt before. 

And you will most definitely be driven to the brink of madness, only to be coaxed back by a timid little smile from a tiny face that knows its driving you there. 

That's not to say that there aren't amazing adventures to be had at all stages of life. I absolutely loved being single, had so much fun, made wonderful friends and did some great things. There was nothing quite like it. 

But there really, also, is nothing quite like being a mother. 

With that being said, I have found that I need to find things to do on this path I have chosen.
Mad Respect to the moms who can handle being at home with a small child all day, cooing and oohing and aahing and just loving them.
I do love, love, love my little sweetheart, but he is too young to play soccer or do any sports that would make me run around like a crazy soccer mommy, too young, really, to even want to play with other children yet.
I really have to work to keep myself busy.
I've started working, and I am loving my job. It's not too many hours, not yet anyway.
At first it broke my heart to have to close the door on that crying little face. But it's actually turned out to be a huge, huge blessing, because he's gotten used to being around his daddy, and his daddy plays with him every night until he falls asleep. Of course, then daddy just holds him and doesn't put him down because he wants me to see him when I get home ... we're still working out the kinks. And I absolutely love it.
Life is not perfect. Oh, there are most definitely bumps in the road.
But I'm choosing to dwell on the things that delight me.

~*This is my message to you~*

It's better to feel pain than nothing at all

Something I've always hated about myself is that, when someone I know and love dies, I seem to always forget some of the best things about them.
These things come to me as time goes on, but at the time, I have a really hard time pulling up these memories to write down for their posterity or for their family at that time to remember them by.

As a little kid, I remember always wanting to be with Grandma. We would go visit my dad's parents,  and I always wanted to be with Grandma Joan. Grandpa Phil would walk us down the hall to her room so we could wait outside for her, until she was ready to come out and play with us. It didn't occur to me until later that maybe my Grandpa could have said, "Well, why can't I play with you? Don't you want to play with me?" He never did that, though. He never seemed to mind how much we loved to play with my Grandma, I think he just loved that we loved our Grandma so much.

 I have two parents who will drop anything for their family and their friends (who they consider to be family) to help them out with whatever it is that they need. They go above and beyond to do whatever they can do to help others. I did not realize that not everybody is like that until I was older, and that is such a good quality. My dad, I am certain, learned that from my Grandpa Phil. Grandpa was always doing something to be better. When my dad and his brothers were young, Grandpa Phil let the missionaries stay with them, back in the days when missionaries went without purse or scrip, whenever they needed a place to stay. One of the missionaries that remembers this wrote a book about his memories of the mission, and he seems to remember the Hoskins' in Newhall pretty well. Thanks to this missionary writing down those memories, Grandpa's kids and grandkids and great grandkids will always be able to know and remember just what a good and kind man Grandpa was.

Grandpa Phil wasn't always active in the Church. I feel like I can appreciate his membership in the church better because of all the years he spent inactive. He always exemplified what a follower of Christ should be like, even back in the days when he wasn't active in the church, even at times when I'm sure he met members of the Church who were making less than ideal decisions. This is the best legacy you can leave for your progeny, I think, to truly live the Shakespearean aphorism that says, "What e'er thou art, act well thy part." Grandpa really lived up to this. He isn't one of those people who you just say good things about after he dies, because I've always loved my Grandpa my whole life and could not really think of one bad thing to say about him. Not to say that he's perfect, and maybe those closer to him could think of a few of his mistakes, but boy do I love him, and I'm so grateful to be one of his grandkids.

I just can't imagine this world without Grandpa. He used to take us fishing and tell us all about rocks and dinosaur bones and show us all of the things he used to find. Once, while fishing with him, I pointed out something to him that in my mind was kind of silly. He told me that I'd just made an analogy, which is comparing something to something else, and from then on my silly little analogies didn't seem so silly anymore. Grandpa loved me, he loved all of his grandkids. I called Grandma Joan to leave her a message the other day, to tell her I love her, and picturing that house and that beautiful view of the lake without Grandpa there.... it just doesn't quite seem to match up, I haven't really comprehended it just yet.

I know Grandpa Phil is happy. His body was starting to fail, as all of ours will eventually. A couple of weeks after my Jax was born, Grandpa fell and broke his hip. He's an independent kind of fellow, and I don't think he particularly liked the surgery he had to have, the drugs he had to take, or all the help he needed after that. I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for my Grandpa, and that he is waiting anxiously for my Grandma, for when she can do his work with him. His mind is clear and I do think that his spirit is probably rejoicing in being free of his ailments.  I know he will miss us, he loves us so much, but time will go fast for him with all the work he has, and soon we will all be reunited.

I am so full of happiness for the life of my Grandpa, and sad that the rest of my life will be spent only with my memories of him. I hope that I do not forget these things, hope that I have the presence of mind to write them down as I remember them so my kids can know what a beautiful life their great-Grandpa led. I hope that they can model their lives after his, and that we can all become better because of those who are before are us.

I cannot express how deeply grateful I am for God's plan. This Easter, Christ's resurrection has special meaning for my family, as it is evidence that we will see my Grandfather again, and that time is not too far off. This Easter is evidence of Christ's love for each of us, for my grandparents, for my parents, for me and my husband, and for my little son, that each of us can be together sealed as a family, and with our bodies whole and perfect, because of His love for us, and His unfathomable sacrifice.

For you, Grandpa Phil. Since we can't all be together, this is my virtual toast to the wonderful life you led. I love you and while I can wait to see you again, I will always look forward to it my whole life.





~~Keep your head up~~