Friday, January 20, 2012

the best things in life come in threes

Just off the top of my head, the Three Wise Men, Feng shui decorating and Power Puff girls come to mind. Oh yeah, and the Bryant girls.


Think about how sad and empty my life would have been if you hadn't come along. Nobody for me to boss around or iron a leg.


No one for me to lament to about Mom and Papa (and how they ruined our innocent lives with those haircuts).



I am the most modestly dressed in this picture above. You and Danielle were downright scandalous. I wonder if this was indicative.


I also have no pictures between our tween years and our twenties, which... is just as well. But remember this weekend from the pic below? Remember how we packed 500 billion things into 36 hours??? Two words: Argentinian restaurant. I am sure no one laughs as hard and as deliriously as we do when we are together. For sure not.


And so I know I bossed you around like you had nothing to teach me (I was just doing my job to maintain manifested truth about birth order), but in reality, you have always been the greatest example to me of thoughtfulness and compassion. I aspire to be like you.





I never have as much fun with anyone as I do when I'm with you two. Some friends have come close, but never as much. Not even Bruce (sorry, Bruce!).





I started to write all the things that only we would understand, but it's way too much and really best that it remain unsaid.... sometimes the truest words are not words at all.


But the bright, shining star over all of this: we are eternally bound. And as much as D tries her hardest to cut us out like dead weight, we're forever chained at the hip. Haha.

"And the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and of one soul: neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common." {Acts 4:32}

Of one heart and of one soul. Happy 30th, Aud. Te amo con todo mi corazon.

Blog post originally found here, a blog created to celebrate Audrey by one of her dear friends. If you want to contribute, let me know. I'm sure she would love to read your words.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

he loves clementines

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The bib is useless. It's also pink with Elmo on the front. I should invest in some real bibs. Like how I should maybe invest in a real jogging stroller, since apparently I am doing four marathons this year. But I am still pushing an ancient Graco for 3-6 miles every other day. It's like a giant, right-swervy Cadillac. Just typing that out makes the right side of my body hurt.

future speech writer

I forgot about these videos I had in the queue over at Vimeo from a few months back. L wrote a talk for Primary and didn't want my help. Here is the result:

backseat rap



Guys. She can go for hours.

Monday, December 5, 2011

turkey trot

I did the 5K and signed my kids up for the 1K Fun Run on Thanksgiving Day. There was some anxiety from the boys race day morning leading up to it... right up until the bell rang, but then they were off. M was super pumped to run, though. Until the bell rang, and then she just wanted to find Daddy and stay with him. So she didn't end up finishing the race, which equated to no medal and she was a little heartbroken the rest of the day. Next time, M!

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EZ and Bruce were good sports and spectators, despite the chill and then Bruce held his annual turkey bowl. He couldn't walk the next day. I massaged his legs, and I think he teared up. He doesn't want to believe we're getting old. Believe it, babe.