Day 3: Tears

Maybe Baby, it’s okay to cry. It's okay for boys to cry. It's okay for men to cry. Some people are graceful criers, and some people are "ugly" criers. That doesn't really matter, because tears should never be for show, should never exist just for other people to look at. Tears are good therapy, and sometimes you can see the world most clearly through tear-filled eyes. You’ll understand that when you are older.

[We are hoping to adopt. You can view our It's About Love Profile HERE.]

[Read about this series and read the other messages HERE]

Day 2: Babies

Before your dad and I started dating, we realized that we would not be able to have babies. He has known his whole life that he would not be able to “have” children in the usual sense. He gave that to me as a reason to run in the other direction and never look back. Sometimes I am sad because I was not able to carry you inside me. I have never experienced pregnancy or morning sickness, and I probably never will. Even so, I have never once regretted marrying your dad. Families are formed in all sorts of ways, and Heavenly Father has a way of working out the details.

[We are hoping to adopt. You can view our It's About Love Profile HERE.]

[Read about this series and read the other messages HERE]

Day 1: Beginning

I’m beginning my 31-day challenge today. The premise is this: write about the same topic every day for 31 consecutive days. My topic: our maybe baby. My husband and I are hoping to adopt. We want to adopt a boy. We want to adopt a girl. We feel like there is a maybe baby out there who can benefit from the love we share. 

While Blaine and I are open to adopting children of any age (not just babies), I’m referring to these posts as messages for my maybe baby, that child who might just be a twinkle that I will someday be given a chance to help raise. These posts will be a mixture of heart and head, of messages I want to send or things that I think about. They are mostly from the heart, for you to read so you can get to know us just a bit more. These posts chronicle my thoughts as I contemplate adoption. More than anything, they are messages for the little bite-size that I hope to someday hold. Without further flourish, I present to you: messages for our maybe baby.

[We are hoping to adopt. You can view our It's About Love Profile HERE.]

[Read about this series and read the other messages HERE]

31 Days

Last year I followed several bloggers who participated in the 31 Day Challenge. (You can find more details HERE.

The challenge consists of writing about the same topic for 31 days. I've given it quite a bit of thought, and tomorrow is the day. Please join me in October as I write daily posts; I'm excited to share with you!

:) Krystle

Snowbird R&R

We are spending Labor Day weekend at Snowbird. Blaine finds it very relaxing. So relaxing, in fact, that he doesn't know I snapped this picture of him snoozing. He is so good looking.

Snapshots of Life

Nothing life-altering. Just a quick check in on life as we know it right now. :)

This quote that hangs on the wall in my classroom. It's a reminder to stay confident, and to not lose track of the fact that it's never too late to make a change. I have started a new school year, and I am nervous and excited to see how the year plays out.

One of our cute Primary girls has her finger nails painted like little minions from the movie Despicable Me. My Primary kids (and these nails) bring me all sorts of joy.

Not really playing the game, 
but being silly all the same.

Here are a few quick pictures from the family reunion last weekend. My mom and dad hosted this year, and my cute aunts and uncles and nieces and nephews and siblings and parents all played a few Minute-to-Win-It games. I love my family.

Three of my beautiful sisters 
eating snow cones.

Nieces (and Jace) trying to stack four dice 
on a popsicle stick.

Our Calculations

While teaching Primary last week, this statement jumped out at me.

Often our idea of how things should be is completely different than what the Lord has in mind. When I was younger, I never once imagined that I would not be able to have children. I figured I would marry the great guy (I did!) and we would work to build a great family (we want to!).

There are all sorts of calculations that take place in this world. As humans, we calculate the "right" age to make many of our decisions, but ultimately, and usually, there is a difference between those calculations and what actually happens. I figured I would be married by 22. I was married at 26. Sometimes the best laid plans fall short. That doesn't mean you stop planning, or just hand everything over to the Lord in frustration. It does mean, however, that you remind yourself that things are bigger than right now, that Rome wasn't built in a day, and that our sense of vision is limited. And, sometimes our calculations are different than His plan for us.