It Might Take a Year, It Might Take a Day, but What's Meant to Be Will Always Find Its Way

Ten months ago I was heartbroken and pretty much expected that I was destined to go through the remainder of this life without a partner. My heart ached when I saw other couples, whether old or young, enjoying companionship and I realized that I no longer had that blessing in my life. I plead over and over with God "Please, there has to be someone out there whom I can love and will love me back...someone who will love my kids and my grand kids, who enjoys the same things I do, who worships and believes the same way I do, etc." Each day I went on and on and was very specific in my prayers with my wants, my needs, my desires.

Then, one day last fall, I was having a conversation with a coworker and good friend, Colleen. I told her that unless God basically drops someone in my path at Walmart, church or work, I will remain single, because I don't typically go anywhere else and there is NO WAY I am going to do the online dating thing. She responded to my pitiful, negative attitude by letting me know that a couple of her daughters met their husbands on LDSsingles. As I pondered on her words for a few days, I decided I would give the website a try. 

It didn't take long before Boyd Beatty messaged me. As I read his profile, I could not believe how much we had in common. I seriously thought that he had read my profile first and then changed his answers to match mine! It took a lot of convincing on his part to get me to actually go out on a date, but he was patient and his persistence eventually paid off. 

Despite my broken spirit from past relationships, he was able to win me over and prove to me that good guys do still exist in this world. (He even went to the police station and had a background check run on himself to prove to me he has no criminal history.)

Long story short, I am so glad I had that conversation with my coworker months ago and that Boyd reached out to me online. He is such a good man. He loves and respects me and he loves my children and grandchildren. There is not a day that goes by that he doesn't tell me "I love you! I am so grateful to have you and your kids in my life!" But most importantly, I learned a lesson that I will never, ever forget and that is God does hear and answer prayers. It may take years (as was the case of my divorce) or it may just be a few short months (like Boyd and I finding each other), but God does have a watchful eye over me and Cody. This I am absolutely positive of.

On Thursday, June 1st, Boyd and I had a small, intimate wedding ceremony in a private dining area at the Cliffside restaurant overlooking St. George. Here are a just few of the photos from that very special evening. I will share more on Facebook for close friends and family.

Grandpa Boyd telling our grandsons it's okay to lick the frosting off the tray.

I LOVE this pic SO much!

The only way the evening could have been better is if Casey and Kelly could have been there (they are in Las Vegas and expecting a baby soon) and if River could have lived to see her dad marry again. Rest in Peace River. We know you were with us in spirit.

Advice for Married Men

 

"There is Nothing Wrong with Change, If It Is in the Right Direction." Winston Churchill

Back in April of 2011, I wrote the blog post My Boys Are On A Liquid Diet which included the following picture...

Today, Chase uploaded this photo to facebook...

Isn't it absolutely amazing what a couple of years and a good woman will do for a man?! 

I. LOVE. IT.

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Pigs Can Fly!

I have always said that the day Chase gets married will be the day pigs can fly. Guess what? He proposed tonight and she said "Yes"! I won't have to let you know when the big event happens, because you will be able to look out the window and see something like this...


I'm so excited!

Here's a fun little tidbit of information...

Chase proposed this evening at McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas as his girlfriend got off the plane. Katelyn, having been with Chase all day, texted me minutes before the plane landed and said, "I wish I could count the number of times he's said he's gonna throw up. Haha. He's so nervous."

Date Nights and Stale Relationships

My husband and I try to go out at least one night a week for two reasons:

#1- We receive much needed respite service for Cody.

I want to emphasize "much needed" because, although Cody is pleasant and pretty easy to take care of, he isn't the only one growing old here! Parents of "normal" children eventually get to see their offspring grow up and leave the nest.

Although I shouldn't , I tend to envy the majority of people my age. They have the luxury of becoming self-centered (for lack of a better word). Empty Nester's are able to go to bed, wake up, go on a date, take a vacation, grocery shop, take a walk, visit a friend and actually be spontaneous. Gone are the days when they must sleep with a baby monitor, prepare baths, fix school lunches, hire a sitter, etc.

Hence, Don and I appreciate respite care.

#2- We both work outside the home, so our time together is very limited.

Weekly "date nights' are suppose to strengthen the marriage bond, but in my opinion, simply spending time together is not enough to keep relationships from getting stale.

For instance, Don and I went to the theater to watch a movie last night. Seated a few rows ahead of us was a young couple, probably in their late twenties. The girl had her head on her date's shoulder. His arm was around her and he leaned over and kissed her at least once (I didn't gawk at them the whole time, okay!)  I started reminiscing (in my head) about the good old days when Don and I were dating. We lived in a small town where the only place to go was the movie theater. I reached over and touched Don's leg, thinking he might actually grab my hand or something. He didn't. A while later, I sat as close to Don as I possibly could with the chair arm between us. He didn't budge. Before the movie was over, I actually tried leaning on my husband to see if he'd make a move and put his arm around me. Nope.

As soon as we got into the car to come home (about a 15 minute drive), I made my feelings known. Don said, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to ignore you."

Now, here's the part where you may want to stop reading if your my mom or my children.

As we turned the corner into the sub division where we live, my dear husband actually said, in the sexiest, most excited voice he could muster up, "I have an idea of something we could do tonight!" Do you want to guess how I responded?

A- Hell yeah. Bring it on!
B- Okay. I like having sex after an unromantic evening of being completely ignored.
C- Are you effing kidding me?!

Stale-
kept too long,
no longer fresh,
inneffective,
bored because of doing too much of the same thing,