Enoch finished his first year of physical therapy on Friday with a killer neurology final. (really it was insane) I cannot believe he is 1/3 of the way done and we have lived in California this long, I am thoroughly enjoying this stage of life and I am not sure if I am ready to give it up so soon.
So what now you may ask? Well today we celebrated by going to Disneyland, tomorrow we are flying to Mississippi to assist Enoch's mom in restoring the Gunntown, family cemetery there, then we are flying to Michigan to party/ help with some projects on their new house/ site see with my sister Rachel- I cannot wait. (I will post picture and all the greatest stories when we get back) Finally Enoch will finish off this summer with a six week clinical rotation at an out patient physical therapy clinic.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Caleb's Wedding
This weekend we had the privilege to one of Enoch's roommates, Caleb's weddings. It was such a neat experience being able to be apart of his special day, someone we admire and respect so much. His bride was absolutely beautiful inside and out and their love for one another so tender and genuine. Even the San Diego temple covered with scaffolding for cleaning did not take away from the day.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Culver City Car Show
This past weekend Enoch and I ventured to our first car show ever. It was fun to see the old time cars and muscle cars but I must not fully appreciate the car show sceen yet because I could never 1) sit in the sun that long 2) shell out that kind of money for a trophy that you can't actually drive 3) know all the details down to the landfill you found the parts at.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Newport Beach Temple
A few weeks ago Enoch and I went to Orange County for a wedding and we thought we would go to the Newport Beach Temple while we were there since I have never seen it before. It was certainly beautiful and definitely made it on my list of favorites, inside and out the temple was amazing. Here is my latest attempt at photography and editing.
Weekday Afternoons' With My Mother
This year for mothers' day my mom requested that we write about an experience we have had with her. I thought I would share it on my blog so everyone could see how truly amazing my mother is.
When we moved from South Jordan I thought I would never make be able to have another best friend. I was often discouraged as I searched and searched for someone to fill that place. However, during that time I came to realize I had found someone to fill that void. Someone with unconditional love for me, someone who knew me better than anyone- mom you were my best friend.
Everyday the scenario was the same; I would rush in the door from school, throw off my backpack, grab a snack and then begin to recap each and every event that occurred to me that day. With extreme detail, I would unfold dramatic life of a 6th grader as the afternoon quickly passed by. I would rarely go and play with friends, but instead follow you around the house and talk to you as you cooked dinner, folded the laundry, and every other spare moment you had. I cannot imagine the patience it must have taken to listen to all my stories, but during these times a bond formed, trust and honesty flowed freely. You demonstrated that what mattered to me, truly mattered to you.
Years have gone by and although I am not able to follow you around every afternoon, our friendship continues. I am not sure if my stories have improved any, nevertheless after every big event, test, or decision you are where I turn to share this piece of my life. From cooking, good deals, fun activities, and advice I can always turn to you.
Mom your consistent example of love and friendship has had an enormous influence to me. I feel like I have been the luckiest girl in the world to be tutored from you daily. In the past general conference the talk by Elder Foster of the Seventy resonated with my feeling for you as he remarked, “perhaps the reason we respond so universally to our mothers’ love is because it typifies the love of our Savior.”
Thank you for all the wonderful memories you have created for me during the countless afternoons’ we shared together.
I love you,
Marissa
When we moved from South Jordan I thought I would never make be able to have another best friend. I was often discouraged as I searched and searched for someone to fill that place. However, during that time I came to realize I had found someone to fill that void. Someone with unconditional love for me, someone who knew me better than anyone- mom you were my best friend.
Everyday the scenario was the same; I would rush in the door from school, throw off my backpack, grab a snack and then begin to recap each and every event that occurred to me that day. With extreme detail, I would unfold dramatic life of a 6th grader as the afternoon quickly passed by. I would rarely go and play with friends, but instead follow you around the house and talk to you as you cooked dinner, folded the laundry, and every other spare moment you had. I cannot imagine the patience it must have taken to listen to all my stories, but during these times a bond formed, trust and honesty flowed freely. You demonstrated that what mattered to me, truly mattered to you.
Years have gone by and although I am not able to follow you around every afternoon, our friendship continues. I am not sure if my stories have improved any, nevertheless after every big event, test, or decision you are where I turn to share this piece of my life. From cooking, good deals, fun activities, and advice I can always turn to you.
Mom your consistent example of love and friendship has had an enormous influence to me. I feel like I have been the luckiest girl in the world to be tutored from you daily. In the past general conference the talk by Elder Foster of the Seventy resonated with my feeling for you as he remarked, “perhaps the reason we respond so universally to our mothers’ love is because it typifies the love of our Savior.”
Thank you for all the wonderful memories you have created for me during the countless afternoons’ we shared together.
I love you,
Marissa
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Our Victory Garden
Growing up gardening took on a very bittersweet connotation for me. Gardening meant long hours on Saturday's working as a family to plant everything, weeding assignments before we could go and play in the summer, followed by a loss of interest in the vegetable by the time they were actually ready. (I am quite sure I was not the world's greatest help when it came to the garden) It has not been until the past few years that I have grown to appreciate more fully the power of a garden. Never have I felt so victorious as when I can take a bag outside and fill it up with entirely free produce from my parents.
Anyhow when Enoch expressed a desire to plant a garden around our tiny home this spring the memories of all the hard work flooded back. However, I suppressed the desire to run and I have really begun to love our little garden. Each morning and evening we carefully inspect our row of peas to see if any new little friends have cared to join us and we already have two little tomatoes starting to grow.
I suppose the whole garden thing must run in the family- my Grandpa Bradshaw is the master gardener. Every year without fail he plants rows and rows of goodness, even after a stroke he keeps going- gardening is sacred. My dad and grandpa every year still boast if they planted their peas before the other or if they got the first ripe tomato.
P.S. I felt it was only fitting to refer to our garden as our victory garden, referencing the depression/ World War era and the council to plant your own garden- since after all we are seriously poor college students in a economic downturn.
Anyhow when Enoch expressed a desire to plant a garden around our tiny home this spring the memories of all the hard work flooded back. However, I suppressed the desire to run and I have really begun to love our little garden. Each morning and evening we carefully inspect our row of peas to see if any new little friends have cared to join us and we already have two little tomatoes starting to grow.
I suppose the whole garden thing must run in the family- my Grandpa Bradshaw is the master gardener. Every year without fail he plants rows and rows of goodness, even after a stroke he keeps going- gardening is sacred. My dad and grandpa every year still boast if they planted their peas before the other or if they got the first ripe tomato.
First we had to clear the land, aka take out two terrible trees (easy to remove, but messy)
We pretty much filled the green waste garbage to the max
Here is our well prepared soil after planting the peas. Since we only get so much sun in that area we opted for planting a green pepper and tomato plant in pots
And now for our little pea friends growing up and stuff
We pretty much filled the green waste garbage to the max
Here is our well prepared soil after planting the peas. Since we only get so much sun in that area we opted for planting a green pepper and tomato plant in pots
And now for our little pea friends growing up and stuff
P.S. I felt it was only fitting to refer to our garden as our victory garden, referencing the depression/ World War era and the council to plant your own garden- since after all we are seriously poor college students in a economic downturn.
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