Moving On.

   I should be the cool person and actually call this post something like ADVENTURE AHEAD or YAY I'M NOT SCARED AT ALL!!! -- but I can't. We're moving to Logan, and yes, anyone who knows Utah is at this moment thinking, "Sooooo?" I realize that a two hour drive north is nothing compared to cross country/oceans moves, but this move is the first stepping stone.

   Jon's going to Utah State to get his next degree. My plan for me was to start in on History and Literature, but Baby Girl decided mom can wait a couple years. After this, Jon's off to the Air Force and medical school. Jon has this crazy idea that cutting people open and playing with their insides is really cool. But considering the fact that his dream job used to be a front-line medic, I can live with him occasionally showing me videos of surgeries. Also, he has a real desire to help people and care for them, so that makes me a happy woman. It's a great plan for us and our future family, and I hope and pray that everything we hope for will come to us in the Lord's own time. 

   I really hate moving though. So much. And moving is a large part of any involvement with the armed forces. Logan isn't far away, but its the first step towards moving farther and farther away. Who knows where we'll be in five or ten years? I just don't want to look back on Salt Lake/Utah as my only home. I want to make our home wherever we go. That's the goal I guess, and I think I'll get there eventually.Happy thoughts.
   Let's see... I'm excited to have a bigger place. It's twice the size of our apartment and it's in a cute part of town. Closet spa-a-a-a-ace! Jon can have a room all to himself to study and work in. We get to go to the Logan temple often. I get to decorate our baby's nursery. Football games next season! A new ward, (always a bonus in my opinion). My mom loves Logan and short road trips, so this will give her an excuse. The best part is knowing that there are a bunch of bright-sides about living in Logan that I don't even know about, so that means its true for almost anywhere else in our future too. Besides, it being Jonathan and our lives together makes it so worth it. I never imagined myself planning this kind of future, but its worth it just being with him and having our little family. <3 p="">
   I'm making too big a deal out of this, right? Yeah, I think so too. :)

The Little Hampton.

Here SHE is!!

     I can't believe how much I love her. Oh my word. I can't get enough of these pictures. I always thought that ultrasound pictures were just kinda weird looking, but I melt every time I look at them. She's just the most beautiful thing ever, (even if the little stinker was in a funny position the entire time just to make things difficult...) We didn't know that we'd be finding out the sex of the baby that day, but my doctor is amazing and she got us in earlier than we thought. We were looking at blurred pictures until we heard the technician say "Oh, there we have it!" and she typed DADDY'S GIRL on the screen. I couldn't believe it, I was shocked and I couldn't do anything but say "Really?" and squeeze Jon's hand. (Jon mentioned that any boy coming near her would get a talking to). I couldn't stop giggling through it all, but on our way back to the office, I had to stop in the hallway to cry! Luckily, I had Jon to hold me and make me laugh. It doesn't need saying, but we are so, so blessed. Everything is looking good and she's a healthy little thing.

Just one more....

    That's her hand in between her knees. Just chillin'. Oh man. I'm dying from a need to kiss that little hand.

    Anyway.

    Since it's a girl, I've started work on a blessing dress. Most of the dresses Jon and I have looked at in stores just looked so uncomfortable and stiff, though very cute. So I decided I would make one myself, something soft and old-fashioned. Plus, I get to put my self-taught embroidery skills to the test! I'm also very into the idea of passing things down, so I want her to have something from this very special day. Here's just the medallions I've done so far....

   

    A trained eye (probably my sweetest Grandma Bev, who was my inspiration for wanting to learn to embroider (she has very pretty pillows)) would probably look at this and say, "Aww, look at her, trying her best. Bless her heart." But I'm loving doing it anyway! It's so calming and such a good past-time. The whole dress will be done in white-work, or at least as much as I can get done by May. The only problem is with the pregnancy hormones raging through my body like vikings on parade, I cry quite often while I'm stitching. Really, all it takes is to imagine Jon taking our daughter up to be blessed and hearing him say her beautiful name.

    Ugh. My heart. I want to see him hold her more than anything really. I'm worried about being a first time mom, all the mistakes and anxieties lurking before me, but I have no worries about him becoming a father. It's written in his hands, he's just built for it. (Great...I'm gonna cry....)

   Well, there it is. Life isn't at all what we tell the internet it is, is it? There's so much more to it. All those little moments passed in the calm, or the tears shed, the smiles that get kissed. I don't quite blame people sharing their moments on Facebook and such, I don't think it is all purely for the glory of likes and views. Sometimes it's more of a desperation to save moments. But I find myself unsatisfied when I do share those little quips and pictures. Nothing I say can really describe the moment or the feelings. But Her, this little being whose only pictures are fuzzy and kind of funny, she's what I get to share with the world, help her to avoid the bad and love the light. Just a girl, and she'll be able to capture all that life and long-gone moments just by existing. It's crazy.