tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72503259025935018442024-03-05T08:54:55.420-08:00#tayandbayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157407151537542802noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-41091715958922589092015-04-08T20:21:00.003-07:002015-04-08T21:38:07.754-07:00Sharing my body<br />
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I will never forget the day I found out I was pregnant. It seemed surreal, exciting, and absolutely terrifying. One of the things I struggle most with in life is dealing with failed expectations. (Sometimes the expectations are completely unpredictable, so therefore it's really unfair to have the expectation in the first place... you understand why that gets me into some emotional turmoil at times.) So... of course, I had expectations of what being pregnant would be like. </center>
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It would go something like this: </center>
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(granted, some of this might be a tad exaggerated, but you get the point.)</center>
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1st trimester: </center>
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I'd start a pregnancy workout plan. I would be eating healthy and would get sufficient nutrients for me and the baby.</center>
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I'd probably wake up with morning sickness a few times, only to laugh about it later.</center>
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I'd work really hard to begin saving money to make a dream nursery and be able to slowly start getting all the "stuff" baby needs.</center>
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Baby will be completely healthy-no concerns.</center>
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I'd feel completely content and happy with this new step on our journey here on earth.</center>
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Second Trimester:</center>
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I'd be feeling awesome! Just like all the books I've read, I will be on fire with energy and starting to develop a tiny little "bump" that would look really poking out of all of my clothes (which obviously still fit, I'd just use the ole' rubber band around the button trick, of course)</center>
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Still healthy and exercising, and I'd feel good about taking care of my body while the little one was growing.</center>
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Still upholding all of my responsibilities: teaching all of my students each week, taking care of the house, meal planning, grocery planning, cooking...</center>
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Baby is growing right on track, still no concerns.</center>
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Started preparing for Baby's room and am on track to getting all ready for our arrival.</center>
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Third Trimester:</center>
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Really showing, and I love flaunting my cute belly to everyone. I'm just a cute pregnant lady.</center>
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Everything from 2nd trimester still happening...</center>
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Maybe a case of swollen feet, bad heart burn, varicose veins, back pain... But nothing I can't handle.</center>
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Duh- the pregnancy glow. My hair is thick and long and my face looks all glowy and beautiful. </center>
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So, quite the fantasy, right? Obviously very ridiculously perfect and unrealistic, but I really believed that pregnancy would be a breeze compared to other things I have dealt with in life.</center>
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Oh how wrong I was to have expectations about something that was completely out of my hands.</center>
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Turns out, God always gives us what we can handle. I honestly don't think I've "handled" this very well, but I do believe that He is helping me figure it out to make me stronger and more prepared to be a mommy. </center>
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It's strange... I really remember having this immediate realization when seeing that double line on the pregnancy test that my body really was no longer my own, that I had a responsibility to give this little one everything she needs. That responsibility felt heavy and real.</center>
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My pregnancy has not been what I expected (or more like hoped...). </center>
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I am in tears as I think about the past 6 1/2 months and all of the ups and downs, tears and laughs, fears and reliefs that I have experienced. </center>
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My pregnancy has not been ideal (Obviously I know that no one's pregnancy is "ideal". But I am not comparing my pregnancy to anyone's here, I just want to express my feelings.) And it has put me through the ringer time and time again, maybe more than anything else has in my life. </center>
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I don't really need to go into detail about whats been specifically difficult about my pregnancy, but I would like to write what I've learned from those difficult things.</center>
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<i>What sharing my body has taught me:</i></center>
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I've realized a need to ask for help and how beautiful it is to let someone serve you because you literally can't lift your head off of your pillow. Beautiful relationships have been developed as I have let others be there for me during this tough time.</center>
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I've realized how much my husband loves me, wants to see me happy, and how willing he is to do anything to help me feel the love he has for me. He's done so much for me over the past 6 1/2 months and I can't even begin to express my gratitude for all he's done. I really hit the jackpot with that man. I love him more and more everyday.</center>
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Throwing up really is the worst. I don't care how awesome you are, it is really impossible to feel joy and be throwing up. I hate not feeling joy. I've realized how much I love joy. </center>
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I've been working really hard over the past year and a half or so to love my body, to love what my body does for me and to not try to change it to fit a mold of how I "should" look. I realized a long time ago that I never want my children, especially daughters, to ever feel they need to count a calorie, manage their carb intake, or "work off a meal". I wanted to begin to change my language about taking care of my body so that my children had a positive influence about body image. I was making pretty good progress, and then I started to grow. Everywhere. My legs, my face, my arms, my boobs... everything started to get bigger, not to mention my growing belly. My body has grown to take care of this baby. I wanted that to be an easy thing for me, and I'm sad to admit how hard it's been. I also haven't been able to exercise at all, at first because of how sick I was, and then because of having Placenta Previa that causes me to refrain from any physical activity. Taking pictures has been painful and sometimes tearful, but you know what? Those pictures will be a gem someday for Baby Girl to see. For that, I will try to be strong. </center>
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The body stuff has been just downright hard. <br />
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-It's okay to be scared to be sharing my body.</center>
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-I'm going to be able to exercise again, just because I can't right now doesn't mean that I can't forever.</center>
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-This is why I was created. My body can and has been creating a baby. A real human being.With the cutest cheeks I've ever seen. That's really beautiful.</center>
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-I can (and am... although saying that is still very hesitant and difficult) still be beautiful with extra stuff on my body. </center>
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Nothing makes me feel more useless than not doing, teaching, serving, etc. I had to learn to feel useful and important in different ways. It took me a long time to realize how amazing it is that my body was creating a Baby Morris. </center>
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All of the ways to ease nausea are bull. None of them work. (At least not for me)</center>
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The "pregnancy glow" is bogus. At least for me. I have weird rash-like acne that develops on my face every few days... I guess thats a type of a glow, just not the type I expected :)</center>
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No matter how many times the Dr. tells you the thing they are following "isn't a huge concern... we are just monitoring it....", you still worry about the little human all. the. time. Her Kidneys and Bowel have been a concern, causing us to see a Perinatologist as well as the OBGYN, but they constantly are saying that they aren't "too concerned"... and yet, I, as her mother, am very concerned. It's a little bit frustrating to feel like I'm getting mixed signals- not knowing how serious something is or isn't.</center>
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Anticipating a baby is the best thing in the world. Even though, for me, a lot of the things that come with that anticipation are the worst thing in the world. And thats okay. It hasn't made me any less happy about having a baby, it will just be ALL the more worth it when she comes. </center>
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Seeing a High Risk dr. is actually not the worst thing- you get lots more FaceTime with baby :) </center>
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Sometimes, all you can eat is a bowl of Captain Crunch for breakfast. And 5 slices of white bread for lunch. And eggs for dinner. It's hard to not beat yourself up for not eating as nutritiously as you planned or hoped, but I've learned that it's more important to get food in at all! And still, even though I literally have to force myself to eat, I still feel like I have gained a thousand pounds and think I look like I eat cheeseburgers all day everyday. </center>
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I believe food will taste good again someday, and that I will eventually not feel sick and stop throwing up. So that's good news. </center>
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While we have a few things for baby girl, I'm not nearly as prepared as I thought we'd be. And that's okay, cause most of the retailers make you believe you need a lot more for a little newborn. We will be just fine. </center>
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And most importantly... I've learned this: being a mom is going to be the most important thing I will ever do. It scares me more than anything else ever has, but I also feel so close to this Baby Girl and can't wait to try and give her everything she needs. The Lord sometimes gives us a really strong nudge to come unto Him, and I feel that my "nudge" was (and is) this pregnancy... these feelings of fear, frustration and of being unable to be who this Baby Girl needs me to be brought me to lean on my Savior more than I ever have in my life, even when I didn't want to admit that He could help me. I really do know that whatever curveball life sends our way, even in the form of failed expectations that can really disappoint, God can lift us and make us better, stronger and more prepared for whats to come. </center>
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Baby Girl- I can't wait to hold you. I can't wait to look you in the eyes and tell you how amazing, beautiful and loved you are. Being your Mom makes me the luckiest lady around. But seriously, please don't come late... cause I think pregnancy might just kick me out of commission. Be nice to your momma! I love you. </center>
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We found out just about 10 weeks ago we are expecting a new little addition to our family. </div>
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Excitement, fear, more excitement and more fear all set in…</div>
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I am pretty sure Taylor started loving me even more </div>
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than he did before he found out I was carrying his child-- </div>
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It has been so fun to see him light up when talking about being a Dad.</div>
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I've been so sick since about week 6 (I am in week 17 now) </div>
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that just making sure I was getting food in me…</div>
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and keeping it down… </div>
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and figuring out how to still do my responsibilities…</div>
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was about all I could think about. </div>
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We scheduled our 20 week Ultrasound at which we would be able to find out the gender for March 2nd. </div>
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For my impatient self… that seemed WAAAY to far away. But we just went with the flow.</div>
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But then this past week, after our regular monthly check in, my OBGYN referred us to a Perinatologist to double check some of my blood work. </div>
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At this appointment, the Dr. assured us that Baby is healthy and strong and that they will keep checking on my blood to make sure that the baby stays healthy. </div>
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We also got to see Baby in an extensive Ultrasound.</div>
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Baby would not sit still! </div>
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Moving all over the place and barely making it possible to get pictures.</div>
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But… We were able to find out the gender….</div>
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We decided a while ago on doing a paint balloon war with either Pink or Blue paint to announce the Baby's gender.</div>
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ITS A GIRL!!!</div>
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Thats one happy soon-to-be Daddy right there. </div>
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I've always hated pink… but it turns out it suits me rather well… so I guess I'll manage. </div>
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Surprise Silly String attack from Scott-- Cami's Boyfriend and assistant</div>
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Couldn't be happier.</div>
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Shoved in each others' mouths…</div>
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I can't believe I get to be a parent with Him. </div>
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He is going to be the best Daddy ever.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157407151537542802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-74462656409273598982014-02-20T19:48:00.002-08:002014-02-20T19:48:41.052-08:00A little love<br />
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Well. It's February... I recognize that my last post was quite some time ago... Which I feel badly about, mostly because when I write the thoughts and experiences I have they sort of become real in front of my very eyes, sort of like a musical.</center>
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So this month is all about Love. </center>
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Just for kicks, I looked up "Love" on Wikipedia and what I found was exactly what I was hoping to find: </center>
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<b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Love</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> refers to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-decoration: none;" title="Affection">affection</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> ("I love my mother") to pleasure ("I loved that meal"). It can refer to an </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-decoration: none;" title="Emotion">emotion</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> of a strong </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_attraction" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-decoration: none;" title="Interpersonal attraction">attraction</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> and personal </span><a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attachment_(psychology)" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-decoration: none;" title="Attachment (psychology)">attachment</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> It can also be a </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virtue" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-decoration: none;" title="Virtue">virtue</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> representing human </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kindness" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-decoration: none;" title="Kindness">kindness</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">,</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compassion" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-decoration: none;" title="Compassion">compassion</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">, and affection—"the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another".</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13.333333015441895px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">It may also describe compassionate and affectionate actions towards other humans, one's self or animals.</span></center>
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The Beatles had it right... All you need is Love. </center>
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Now, don't get me wrong, I really don't struggle loving God, people, shopping, clothes, food, scrapbooking, Pinterest-ing... So what's the point of all this jabber?</center>
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I'm gonna be real and say that I struggle so bad to love a pretty important person to love... <i>myself. </i></center>
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Now I know a lot of you feel this way some of the time. It's really sad, you know that?</center>
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I just find it really crazy that for some reason we all stray from time to time from the inherent people that we were born to be: people who know who they were and where we came from and that <i>nothing</i> else matters as much as that knowledge. We all seem to forget what we are all about.</center>
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In this forgetting, we start to fight with ourselves daily. We start to tell our bodies what is wrong with them, we start to insult our brains, our feelings, our actions, all because we believe we are not good enough.</center>
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For what?! </center>
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Really the only people we are trying to please and be "enough" for is ourselves because obviously people around us love us completely and don't even think that there is something to be fixed-- or worse--insulted. </center>
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It's just silly and needs to stop.</center>
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I really believe that.</center>
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Also, when you have a friend who is feeling badly about herself, what do you do? You tell her the things you love about her, you give her compliments and take her to get a pedicure and watch a chick flik. And yet when we are feeling badly, we beat ourselves up to a pulp. Silliness. Why would our bodies/hair/brains/feelings want to be nice to us when we tirelessly are beating her down? Silliness.</center>
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Today I was in a dressing room at the mall looking for a perfect dress for the Music Dance Theater showcase that I am performing in this weekend for our (Mine and Taylor's) Major at BYU. It had to be the perfect dress so that I could look perfect and sound perfect and be perfect and be perfect.</center>
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Did I mention I wanted to be perfect?</center>
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Well, folks, I'm not perfect. I don't look perfect, sound perfect, act perfect, perform perfect... I just am <i>me </i> and I do my best.</center>
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So I'm looking in the mirror and noticed my sweater had a huge heart on my chest. </center>
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I looked at myself and I thought "You're beautiful, Bailee. I love you." </center>
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Didn't matter what size dresses I was trying on, how great my hair looked (it did look great today since I got a bang trim), or how good I would look on stage in my performance, I am <i>me </i> and that's enough. I did some poses in the bathroom and took some selfies... I needed that. </center>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157407151537542802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-54125035242158146132013-12-01T18:03:00.001-08:002013-12-01T18:04:27.082-08:00A sort of kind of crazy little couple of weeks. <br />
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This week was such a needed, relaxing, fun, family oriented week! We were able to go to Houston for the Thanksgiving Holiday. It was a treat, for sure. There was a lot of sleep, much needed sleep, good times with our Morris familia, lots of games, movies, and FOOD. So much yummy food thanks to Jo Mama and her culinary skills. </center>
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We ran for Madie on Thanksgiving. It was so wonderful. </center>
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We went to the temple as a family. </center>
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We had a blast. </center>
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The week before, we spent the weekend in Kanab and Monticello with Young Ambassadors.</center>
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It was really crazy and weird to be back in Kanab almost exactly a year after the accident</center>
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We got to chat with several people who helped us that day, including Harriet, Dr. Bowman who took care of us in the Kanab hospital, and many others who had either seen it, been there, or heard about it.</center>
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My birthday was the 24th, the day we came back from Monitcello and Taylor was the best. </center>
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He catered to me.</center>
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Made me dinner.</center>
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Dressed up all handsome for dinner. I wore PJs.</center>
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Wrote me a love letter.</center>
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Got me some awesome boots.</center>
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Had a bunch of friends surprise me.</center>
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Oh, and remember that one time we went to Michael Buble. </center>
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And Michael Buble touched me.</center>
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He's the best guy...</center>
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Taylor... not Michael.</center>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03157407151537542802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-7462565173857117762013-11-20T16:13:00.000-08:002013-11-20T16:35:25.080-08:00I never thought this day would come... and now I'm wondering how it came so fast. <br />
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It was one year ago yesterday that my upmost dreams came true... the man of my dreams asked me to marry him. I really thought "why am I so blessed? I can't imagine my life getting any better"... little did I know that just a few hours later I would be upside down in a car, my future sister in law completely silent behind me, my fiance near death next to me.</center>
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Taylor suffered serious back and neck injuries.</center>
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I was driven to Las Vegas by the kindest woman.</center>
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I can't even express the gratitude I feel for all of the people that came to be by my side, by Taylor's side, by our familes' sides. And then there were the people outside of the hospital... the prayers, the messages, the calls... It was incredible. People are so good. Every single one of you has helped us in some way.</center>
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Now, a year later, I sit here on the couch with my handsome husband next to me. Today we have talked a lot about the past year. About his surgeries, his physical and emotional healing, my emotional healing, going back to life and trying to have "normalcy"... trying to make sense of it all... we realize that our "normal" includes the accident. It has become such a huge part of who we are and what we believe. Losing Madie, struggling to find our "whole" again, getting to where we are today was all a part of our story, and our story is exactly the way it needed to be. </center>
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But it does make sense. As I watched Taylor struggle to walk for the first time just 8 days after the accident I thought we would never be able to hug again. I thought we would never come out of this...</center>
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But we did. He walked, he amazed everyone with his strength, courage, perseverance.</center>
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Our year was not your average engaged couples' year... But it was awesome! Taylor was a rockstar. He went back to school just a few weeks after the accident. He took a pillow to every class and was the most handsome back and neck bracer wearer. We went on dates.. sometimes people stared, but we always had a good laugh about it. Taylor got strong quick and was able to perform with the Young Ambassadors, even going with them on tour to China. This year we get to perform together and will tour Southeast Asia. I was in a show, Taylor lived in Spanish Fork and was taken care of with such love and kindness from the Boothes. We made it work. I ran 2 half Marathons in honor of Madie with my amazing sister in law Rachelle and others who supported us. Taylor and I ran a 5K. Yes, Taylor ran a 5K. We planned a wedding, worked together at Summer Camps, got married, had an awesome month of vacation and lots of time with family, started school and get to be Young Ambassadors together, Taylor sang with Nathan Pacheco, and prayed in gratitude for the beautiful life we have every single day. </center>
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As I browsed through the pictures today of the past year, I realized that Taylor and I got to fall in love again. We got to go back and begin again as the new people we had become as a result of our experiences. </center>
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It is so beautiful.</center>
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Not a day goes by that I don't think about that day one year ago. We miss Madie everyday.</center>
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I wonder why Madie had to go, why Heavenly Father needed her more than we did. I wonder what could have been different, how we could have changed it... but then I realize that we couldn't have. No one could have. It was all a part of this puzzle that is our life together. </center>
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Yesterday was my last day teaching at the Missionary Training Center. I have had the opportunity of teaching Sister Missionaries called to preach the <a href="http://www.lds.org/">Gospel of Jesus Christ </a> at Visitors Center's around the world for the past 6 months. It has been nothing short of amazing.</center>
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I have realized a lot about who I am, and more especially who I want to be and become by learning from these wonderful missionaries and from sharing my understanding of Gospel truths with them.</center>
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This past week, with the first <a href="http://www.roserunners.org/">Rose Runners </a> race and the 7 month mark since the best and the worst day of my life, a lot of pondering and thinking occurred.</center>
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I thought about the accident.</center>
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I thought about Taylor and how I thought I was going to lose him. I thought of his miraculous survival and his even more miraculous healing process and how he inspires others daily. </center>
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I thought of who we have become as a result of this trial. We are better, stronger, closer to each other and to our Father in Heaven, and have a completely different outlook on life. </center>
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So, back to the MTC. Yesterday, I had a couple of the sisters teach me as a "Visitor". These are always good experiences and so, of course, I was expecting nothing less than feeling inspired to change and to be better as a result of their teaching and our sharing. </center>
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I remembered when I had to be courageous. </center>
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Those words from that video rang so true to me as I remembered the crash... remember having no choice but to act and to act quickly. I knew Madie was gone, but Taylor... Taylor could live... I had to act.</center>
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I've never thought of myself as a courageous person, but I don't think one thinks of themselves as courageous until, just like the above quote, you really have no other option but to have courage. In fact, I would say that a lot of my life has been spent thinking about things that I am NOT... I hate to even admit that here... but it is true. That thinking has changed. We are all children of God, and we are all a huge compilation of a lot of good things...</center>
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When Taylor refers to the accident, he always says "Bailee saved my life." Each time he says it, I get chills down my spine because it seems crazy to think that I, with the help of the spirit and some serious guidance, did know exactly what to do to help him breathe, to help him live. </center>
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I didn't freak out or give up or act weak. I was strong, capable, and I was not going to let him die. </center>
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And he didn't. He lived to tell this story and inspire others. He lived to help Madie live on in our hearts, minds, and sore muscles (<a href="http://www.roserunners.org/">Rose Runners</a> for life)</center>
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I have to say, feeling strong, capable, courageous... definitely not words I used to use to describe myself... But now, I recognize that it is OK to feel strong, capable, and courageous. </center>
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I wish I could have saved Madie. I wish it so badly. Maybe Madie dying was an opportunity for a lot more people than just myself to show courage. She is giving us courage daily. </center>
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What is the point of this!? We can ALL show courage in our daily tasks, trials, demons, joys, happiness', struggles... all it takes it just deciding to believe that we are courageous. </center>
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Bay Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953654380620233459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-76347420671721114162013-06-21T16:34:00.001-07:002013-11-17T21:58:02.691-08:00Becoming a Rose Runner<div style="text-align: center;">
A lot of you have hopefully been able to learn about RoseRunners from facebook, instagram, and by word of mouth. It is such an amazing thing that we are now a part of! We hope you all get involved. <a href="http://www.roserunners.org/">Click here to learn more</a>.</div>
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The first official RoseRunners race was this past weekend in American Fork. Madeline and Rachelle (Taylor's older sister) had set a goal to do a half marathon together a while back, and with the passing of Madie in our car accident, Rachelle (I will call her Ro) decided to take that goal and (quite literally) run with it. RoseRunners is going to be a source for hope for a lot of people who are struggling, like Taylor, to pay outrageously high medical bills or, like all of us, are grieving from a loss and have no where to turn.</div>
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The first fundraising campaign for RoseRunners is for Ro's younger brother Taylor, who happens to be the love of my life.</div>
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When Ro first introduced the idea, we decided we would run together in the American Fork Half Marathon June 15th. Ro and I ran practically the entire race side by side, holding hands cross the finish line.</div>
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Let me tell you about my future sister in law, Ro Ro.</div>
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She is amazing. She is the type of woman that would never allow the word "mediocrity" to be in her vocabulary unless she were referring to something she would never be.</div>
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And she's not.</div>
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Here is Ro and I</div>
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Ro is inspiring, driven, powerful, and an incredibly kind and compassionate woman. I am so lucky to be able to be her sister in less than 6 weeks!
Running with Ro was nothing short of awesome. I wouldn't dream of stopping, because I know that Ro would not let me give up.</div>
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That is why Ro was Madie's hero. She was everything Madie aspired to be and Ro helped her become everything she was and continues to be.
Now, Rachelle is the leader and head of the non profit organization in honor of her beautiful sister Madie. And we need all of your help to get this going and to be the source of hope we all know it will become. </div>
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The race was a blast. Emotionally and physically draining, but we did it and we did it with our heads held high. (Ro's head a little higher than mine as I struggled to keep up with that powerhouse of a woman). My best friend and Roomate, Cici,and one of Madie's friends Shannon ran with us wearing a #tayandbay shirt and I can't tell you how much it meant to have them with us. We did it for Madie and we did it for Taylor. It's amazing how much easier running is when there is a purpose behind it.</div>
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Why should we do this for Taylor? </div>
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Because he is the absolute most inspiring individual I have ever met. </div>
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He lost a lot on November 20th. He lost his younger sister whom he loved dearly, he lost his ability to move easily, the opportunity to do what he loved in performing with the Young Ambassadors for a time, and became 300+ thousand dollars in debt... and yet, with everything he has lost and what he knew had now had to face, he has not failed to smile, give, serve, and love with all he has. He healed, and continues to heal, quickly because he decided to. He performed with the Young Ambassadors in China only 6 months after having a near death experience and suffering major injury. He is a person of valor, courage, faith, and christlike love.
I can't believe I get to spend forever with him.
RoseRunners is helping Taylor get back on his feet.</div>
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Taylor and I are thrilled to be a part of RoseRunners and we will continue to be a part of it, giving back and helping others just like we have been helped. Taylor plans on walking the 5k on July 24th while Ro and I tie up our laces yet again for the Pioneer Day Half in Salt Lake City.
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Bay Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953654380620233459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-2735182226356322362013-05-27T18:58:00.000-07:002013-05-27T18:58:00.450-07:00Bye Bye Braces...Hello movement!<br />
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I've returned from touring through China with the BYU Young Ambassadors, and somewhere along the line... the brace fell off and I never put it back on! That doesn't mean I've started doing back flips again or anything of the sort, but it's another step on the way back to normalcy. Even if I never return to where I was, I'm certainly excited to move towards a new normal. </center>
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I went swimming today to celebrate Memorial Day, and by "swimming" I mean slowly walking into a pool and dunking my head a few times. I did a few of the movement exercises that I was given in physical therapy while I was in the pool, and the added resistance of the water made the twisting exercises a little tricky. Outside of the pool, I mowed the lawn and worked out for a while, all this morning before 9 am. It's incredible how an injury like this (and doing basically nothing physical for 6 months) really takes a toll on your muscles. I did 3 sets of 15 push-ups from my knees and used my computer bag to do various types of bicep curls. </center>
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On a different, and much more important note, my sister, Rachelle, has started a non-profit organization called Rose Runners that has really taken off. With Rose Runners, running is more than a sport... you are running for a reason. My younger sister, Madeline Rose, who departed from this world just over 6 months ago in the same car crash that nearly took my life, loved to run! She never ran track or cross country, and she definitely never ran a marathon. She was just your average runner, but she loved it! Rose Runners is designed to raise money to help those who, through tragedy, have overwhelming debt. Right now, Rose Runners still focusing on getting Bailee and I out from underneath the weight of my medical bills. We've had tons of people help us out in remarkable ways and who have given very gracious amounts, but with over $300,00.00 still unaccounted for, we're running out of options. I'm still communicating with the hospitals and trying to work things out, but who knows what the outcome will be.</center>
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There are tons of races (5K, 10K, half marathon, marathon) going on around the country, and no matter where you live, you can be apart of Rose Runners. One of the best ways to help is to become a Fund Raising Captain and head things up for the race of your choice. Talk with your friends, family, and coworkers to let them know what you're doing. Tell them you're going to be running in a race and that you're running in memory of Madie, and supporting a great cause at the same time. People can run with you, or they support you in your run by giving you a couple dollars for each mile you run. By raising money and running in the race or if you are a supporter of someone else running, you can get you very own Rose Runner or #tayandbay active wear shirt to wear while running.</center>
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Find our more at <a href="http://roserunners.org/">http://roserunners.org/</a></center>
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My goal is to get well enough to run/walk a half marathon at the end of this season!</center>
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Let's run together. Let's cheer for each other. Let's make a difference!</center>
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Tay</center>
Bay Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953654380620233459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-21786736787692143442013-05-26T21:48:00.001-07:002013-05-26T21:48:15.486-07:00I am a Rose Runner. And it's DEFINITELY more than a sport. <br />
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I am so pumped about this everyone.</center>
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I hope you will all get involved.</center>
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Running has become such a huge part of my life, and I am so excited that it is now with a cause and a reason.</center>
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I, along with many others, will be running a half marathon in honor of Taylor and Madie as the first official "Rose Runners" race.</center>
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Check it out at www.roserunners.org</center>
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I am hoping do get as many people as I can to sponsor me by donating a dollar for every mile I run, so 13 dollars. </center>
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If you want to get involved or become a Rose Runner yourself, visit: http://fundly.com/bailee-brinkerhoff-roserunners-tayandbay-campaign</center>
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This is amazing. You will want to get involved, I promise. </center>
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When you go through something like we have, the only thing we can do is find purpose and reason to keep going and giving back. I really believe that Rose Runners is just the thing.</center>
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Madie, this is for you. Thank you for helping us all find something to keep us going. </center>
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And to stay in shape :)</center>
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Bay Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953654380620233459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-87456893345683497262013-05-19T14:30:00.001-07:002013-05-19T23:21:40.360-07:00The day everything changed… from the happiest, to the saddest... and the perfect way of things. <br />
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Today marks 6 months since the happiest day of my life.</div>
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And tomorrow, at 6:00 A.M. marks the saddest day of my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And tomorrow is Madie’s 19<sup>th</sup> birthday. She died
at exactly 18 ½ years of age.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is still really difficult to wrap my mind around how
quickly Taylor and I went from being completely elated, on cloud 9 and feeling
that nothing in the world could bring us back to earth. Even on our engagement
video I shouted the words “It’s perfect!” as Taylor gave me the 6 dollar
temporary Kohls ring and asked me to spend eternity with him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But then, 6 hours later, we literally crashed to the earth,
our world shattered, and the glass everywhere to prove it. Madie died instantly
in the crash, and Taylor was severely injured. People have asked how I managed
to handle that scene, and all I know to say in response is: “God. He guided me
through every step. God helped me every second of the way.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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And now, 6 months has gone by faster than I thought
possible, and at the very same time, slower than I thought possible. So much
has happened that it is indescribeable to try and put into words. But what I do
know is that Heavenly Father knows us and has helped us, again, every second of
the way. Taylor and I were talking at the 5 month mark about what we had
learned, and Taylor’s response was absolutely perfect. “I wouldn’t trade it for
what I have learned and who we have become.” I agree. Heavenly Father will never allow a tragedy to befall, a trial to endure, or a difficult challenge to leave us high and dry with no where to turn. He IS there. The difficult challenges we find ourselves in truly can be an opportunity to become who He needs us to become. It doesn't make the trial any less difficult, but provides light to a seemingly dark and frustrating path. <o:p></o:p><br />
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The biggest thing I have learned, though, is that it can STILL be perfect. It just looks different. The "perfect" moment of our engagement was definitely what we might consider perfection. But I have come to learn that each day is perfect, filled with ups and downs and everything in between, but still perfect. It is all a part of this glorious plan we are a part of and we have the ability to make each day an absolutely perfect day, even if it doesn't look perfect in the moment... eventually, it will all come together into a perfect puzzle where each piece, whether light or dark, has a purpose and is needed to make a beautiful picture. </div>
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However, it is still extremely difficult to understand why
sweet, beautiful, Madie had to leave this earth and return to her Heavenly
Home. This world was better because of her, and now we are all left to try and
fill the void that she left. I struggle when I talk to the Morris family to
have the words to adequately describe how incredibly sorry I am that this
happened. All I know is that I was there, the images in my mind are as real as
day, and I can say without a doubt that all of this happened for a reason. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It is always a weird feeling to come up on the anniversary
each month… I feel a sense of wanting to understand more than I do now, but I
also can say that what I wished I understood 6 months ago I understand more
now… So, with that in mind, I hope that in 6 more months more light and
understanding has come. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We are on this earth to experience joy, and this is a
principle that Taylor continues to live by every single day. He is such an
example to me of finding joy in the journey, no matter what bumps (literally)
come in the way. I am catching on, slowly but surely to the wonderful life that
living in joy can be. We often talk about how incredible blessed we have been over the last 6 months. We have grown in ways unimaginable. We are so grateful. There is so much to be joyful about, and I hope we always try and feel the joy that we are on this earth to feel!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy 6 months of our engagement to my Taylor. The most
wonderful guy in the entire world. He is my everything, my other half, my
stalwart, my best friend, my laughter, my joy… I can’t believe I am lucky
enough to spend eternity with him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And a birthday note for Madie:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Madie… <o:p></o:p></div>
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It is still incredibly weird that you are not around. I love
remembering our dance parties in the car, grocery shopping, game nights,
spending time the three of us, visiting you and your roommates in her
apartment, and many talks we had together. You are a light. You will forever be
a light in this world that misses you so dearly. We are trying to make it
better, the way you did… help us along, will you? I am trying to be more like
you… trying to be more like our Savior, just like you. I am learning to
understand what is most important, and believe it or not, that change and shift
in my life is completely because of you. Thank you. I miss you, Taylor misses
you, we all miss you. Take care of things up there until we all figure out
enough of our earthly experience to be privileged to join you. Love you
Madeline Rose. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I know a lot of really fantastic, loving, beautiful, and strong mothers.</center>
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Many of those mothers have influenced me in ways I cannot even explain!</center>
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I have 3 sisters who are all three brilliant, dedicated, fun, and faithful mothers.</center>
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I have "2nd Moms" who step in when Mom can't be there and help me with Mom-type things.</center>
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(you know who you are)</center>
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I have examples of women and mothers all around who set an incredible standard of faith, kindness, hard work, humility, strength, and most of all, faith.</center>
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These mothers deserve a lot of things. Most of all, they deserve recognition, and a sincere "thank you". </center>
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And probably a day with no cooking or cleaning and maybe some flowers.</center>
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There are 2 moms in particular that I would feel completely ashamed if I didn't recognize personally on this Mothers Day. They deserve more than I could ever even try to offer them, and they have blessed me more than they will ever know. </center>
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Meet: JoLynn Morris and Darlene Brinkerhoff</center>
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JoLynn Morris is a woman of extremely high caliber. In less than 3 months, I will be lucky enough to have her as my Mother in Law. </center>
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I can't even try to express how grateful I am for this woman.</center>
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The first time I met JoLynn was in a hospital. Her daughter had died and her son was in a hospital bed barely able to speak. She embraced me and said so many words of comfort, an absolute portrayal of the Christlike love this beautiful woman exemplified. I felt loved immediately from a Woman who should not have had the energy to express that kind of love.</center>
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I knew that JoLynn was a fantastic woman and mother by the way Madie and Taylor talked about her. I loved hearing them brag about her skills, talents, and just the quirky, amazing woman she is. I will never forget Taylor, tubes coming out of his body, glued to a hospital bed and in so much pain saying "You're the best mom in the world." Taylor loves his Mom, as do the rest of the Morris clan. She has been through more than any mother should have to experience, and yet she is faithful and recognizes God's hand in her life day to day. </center>
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JoLynn: Thank you. Thank you for raising the perfect son who I love with all of my heart. Thank you for raising beautiful children in faith and kindness. Thank you for being an example of enduring through trials with faith and an eye upward. Thank you for loving me and for being my friend. Thank you for allowing Heavenly Father to inspire you daily: it is inspiring the rest of us. You are strong, and I admire you in so many ways. I love you future Momma in Law! </center>
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And then there is my Mom. </center>
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Where to even begin? </center>
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Mom....</center>
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You are incredible. </center>
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Sometimes I can't believe all of the people you manage to love, serve and cheer-up every single day. </center>
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You are strong, loving, faithful, funny (sometimes :) ), and you have extremely good taste (sometimes :) </center>
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Thank you for being an example to me of diligently striving to do everything you can for your children. </center>
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I want to be that kind of mother. </center>
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Thank you for putting up with my ridiculous-ness.</center>
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I want to be that kind of mother.</center>
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Thank you for always being there when I want to talk, for always asking, and for letting me be quiet when I'm not quite ready.</center>
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I want to be that kind of mother.</center>
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Thank you for raising us children in faith and everything that is good.</center>
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I want to be that kind of mother.</center>
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Thank you for loving Dad. Enough said.</center>
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I want to be that kind of mother.</center>
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Thank you for helping us all. ALL. THE. TIME.</center>
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I want to be that kind of mother. </center>
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Thank you for always providing a home where anyone is welcome, any time, any day, under any circumstance. I always loved knowing that everyone knew they were welcome in our home.</center>
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I want to be that kind of mother.</center>
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Thank you for teaching me so many things. You are the best teacher I know!</center>
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I want to be that kind of mother.</center>
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Mom, do you understand how awesome you are!? You are truly the awesomest. I love you more than I can say.</center>
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To all of the Mothers who have inspired me, helped me, guided me, been a shoulder for me to cry on, a person to laugh with, eat with, shop with, and learn with. You all have been a huge part of my life. Please know how grateful I am for you!</center>
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Bay Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953654380620233459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-87512163193816354292013-05-07T22:50:00.001-07:002013-05-07T22:50:46.864-07:00Making friends with myself... creating a new culture<br />
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Me and my body have had quite the relationship over my 25+ years of living.</center>
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Guess what?</center>
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My body can do amazing things.</center>
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I ran 13.1 miles on Saturday.</center>
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I can walk, run, jump, dance, breathe, sing... the list goes on.</center>
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So why, for so long, have I continued to be harsh, unkind and not a good friend to this wonderful gift from my Heavenly Father which has been nothing but a loving, kind, caring friend to me.</center>
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We have a meeting once a week at the MTC for the teachers. Today, the subject was "culture". We came to a conclusion that the word "Culture" was what was created by beliefs, routines, expectations, and standards driven by a community or group.</center>
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What kind of culture do I have now, and what do I want to change about my own personal culture?</center>
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Before the tragic day of the accident, my culture was shallow. It wanted to be focused on important things but, because of this culture created by inner core beliefs about who I "should" be or what I "should" look like, had become completely focused on exactly what I didn't want it to be focused on: appearance.</center>
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Because there is more to life than that, and God has been teaching me a hard lesson on the important things.</center>
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Madeline Rose Morris lived life the way we all should: focused on beauty and all good things. Her culture was and is of God. </center>
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I feel that the past 6 months I have learned more about what it means to be beautiful because of who I am, what I stand for, and who I have become through the experiences I have had, having nothing to do with my outer appearance. It is a liberating, freeing, and experience worthy of nothing short of a miracle. God has been involved, teaching me things about who I am little by little and through different people and experiences. What a magnificent blessing.</center>
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So, I am making friends with myself. Becoming reacquainted with this wonderful house in which I reside, through which I have been able to accomplish great things. My words are different towards this wonderful gift. My thoughts are changing, and my focus expanding. </center>
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My body was strong enough to help Taylor survive. That is enough to make me feel that my body is perfect now. It is weird for me to even type those words. But deep down, I believe that.</center>
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My culture of who I am is changing and it will continue to change. Do I still feel a need to exercise and eat as healthy as possible (some days, it's just NOT possible, folks)? YES.</center>
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Not because there is something wrong with me or the way I look, but because my body is a gift from my loving Heavenly Father and I want to do my best to continue to do the things that He needs me to do. </center>
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Can I get an amen?</center>
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I used to really love blogging. It was sort of my "place" where I could just write, and think, and get it all out there. Since coming home from my mission a year ago, it has been hard for me to get back into it and I feel really strongly that it is high time for me to get back into the wonderful land of blogging. </center>
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I think part of the reason it's been hard to get back in the swing is that I feel there is SO much to recap on, that it is sort of overwhelming, BUT I realized today that there is only today, and I can start there. Join me.</center>
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So Taylor is gone in China for Young Ambassador tour. He has been gone for 1 week yesterday and has 2 more to go. It's been a long week, that's for sure, but I am trying to fill my time with lots of good things.</center>
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I am training a new teacher at the MTC for the Visitors Center class, so I have had the opportunity to work double shifts and help her learn the ropes. What a wonderful place to work! I love being able to feel the spirit of the missionaries and remember the wonderful experiences I had as a missionary in Los Angeles.</center>
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I had the AMAZING opportunity to sing for the closing session of Womens Conference by myself and with a dear friend Rob Moffat. Elder Eyring was the closing speaker, so we preceded his talk. It was definitely the most nerve racking experience of my life. I sat there thinking "is this real? I am about to sing for 20,000 women and an apostle of the Lord. Woa." It was an indescribable experience for sure. We are so blessed to have a Prophet and Apostles on the earth. I know they are truly God's servants.</center>
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Yesterday, I ran a half marathon! Woo hoo! It was hard and my hips wanted to jump out of my body and slap me in the face, but I finished in 2 hours and 26 minutes. It was a victory for sure. I will be training for another one in June as the first of many races supporting Taylor, and also a foundation to help many people in honor of Madeline Rose. Info coming soon!!</center>
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Today, at church, and after many beautiful conversations with a dear friend, Delight, from home who was visiting, I studied the words "Enough" and "fulfilled". I have been thinking a lot about what is enough, and what it takes to truly feel and be fulfilled. I found one common entity: Christ. He is where we can be fulfilled. Because of Him, we are enough, we have enough, and we will always be enough. I am so grateful for my Savior. </center>
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I miss the guy, that's for sure. But I have really enjoyed being able to accomplish some great things. I am so grateful he has the opportunity to share light with those people! He really is a light to so many... I believe he carries the name of Christ in such a dignified and wonderful way.</center>
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A Better Beginning.</center>
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It really has been.</center>
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Because of all of you!</center>
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If you have no idea what I'm talking about, we were able to go to AZ for a benefit concert to raise money for Taylor's 340,000+ medical bills. My Sister, with the help of a lot of really wonderful people, were able to put together this fantastic concert. Taylor and I sang together, and Taylor sang a tear-jerking rendition of "The Impossible Dream"-- one of his favorite songs to sing that has now taken on a whole new meaning.</center>
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There is a DVD of the concert available and YOU, yes YOU, can own it!</center>
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You can order by contacting my sister Linsey Maxson at linzmaxson@yahoo.com or 480-430-2232</center>
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You will love it. </center>
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Today and yesterday we had the opportunity to hear from our beloved Prophet and his Apostles at the <a href="http://www.lds.org/">General Conference</a> for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.</center>
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This conference, which occurs every 6 months, has always been a wonderful source of light and understanding in my life. I am so grateful for the words of the Prophet and Apostles concerning Gods children... concerning me.</center>
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I have always felt that the talks are inspired based on MY specific needs, however that is the miracle of the conference, that the message reaches the hearts of all those who view. </center>
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It was 6 months ago, during October General Conference that Taylor and I started dating. </center>
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He was visiting his friends in Sandy for the weekend, but on Sunday, after conference, he came prancing into my house and was just adorable. He was wearing his favorite green shirt. That was the shirt he was wearing in the accident and they cut it off of him. Sad day. </center>
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I feel so grateful to know that we have a Heavenly Father who loves us and wants us to have complete happiness. If it wasn't for the gospel and my knowledge that families can be together forever, I don't know where I would be. Not here, smiling with my fiance, thats for sure.</center>
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I hope that each of us holds our families close today and remember how blessed we are to have one another. </center>
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We are so blessed.</center>
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Last night, Tay and I went to the place we had our very first date.</center>
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I will never forget that day, or how out-of-this-world excited I was to be going out with THE Taylor </center>
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It was in July, and we had met 2 weeks before at Randy Boothe's house for a meeting for the Young Ambassador camp we would both be involved with at BYU. I saw him from across the room and was immediately smitten. A couple weeks later, after a lot of chatting, playing, and me trying REALLY hard to impress him, he asked me out.</center>
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We went first to Cafe Rio (my favorite) and I was so impressed by the way he was totally "manning up". I loved it. There was never a dull moment... so much to talk about. (I told Taylor last night, mostly joking, that it was the very first date I had been on where I was more interested in learning about HIM than I was interested in telling him about ME. Only kidding, of course :) )</center>
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After Cafe Rio, Tay wanted to take me to get Blue Bell ice cream-- a Texas favorite that is only sold at one place in town. We went to the cute activity center at the Riverwoods and got some Pistachio Almond ice cream. DELISH. Then we headed upstairs to the bowling alley and sat on one of the benches and we must have talked for an hour and a half there. I asked him how he ended up as a theater major, because he was very different than the theater boys I knew. He told me the story and I was so fascinated by this guy!</center>
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I felt the exact same way.</center>
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Flash forward 9 months...</center>
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after becoming really great friends...</center>
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FINALLY starting to "date"...</center>
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falling in love in the blink of an eye..</center>
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getting engaged...</center>
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a tragic car accident...</center>
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surgeries...</center>
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a 12 day hospital stay...</center>
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getting back into life...</center>
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passing our 1st wedding date of January 3rd (no wedding... obviously...)...</center>
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Tay singing for the first time without his brace...</center>
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10 days apart as Tay toured with the Young Ambassadors...</center>
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lots of fun dates...</center>
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Thank heavens for Blue Bell Ice Cream.</center>
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Needless to say, we will be eating a lot of blue bell for the rest of our lives.</center>
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Oh, also... We chose a date. August 9th. Only 4 months away! </center>
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I could not be more excited.</center>
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Bay Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953654380620233459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250325902593501844.post-75082016512735686632013-03-13T19:39:00.000-07:002013-03-13T19:39:15.027-07:00Hey look! Here we are!<br />
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Well. You are here. We are here. </center>
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We have been anticipating having a place for the stories of #tayandbay to unfold.</center>
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And guess what? Here it is! </center>
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Right here on this beautifully designed blog by our beautiful friend Kaylee.</center>
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This weekend we are heading to Arizona, and man, are we excited!</center>
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Tay gets to meet the fam, </center>
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How are we supposed to say "Thank you?"</center>
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But alas, we will try.</center>
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And Bay will continue to try to hug Tay without nearly chipping a tooth on his iron-man-like brace.</center>
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Meet Darcy and Rick.</div>
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Also known as Bay and Tay</div>
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Or baytay</div>
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Or Baylor</div>
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We are an engaged couple excited for a life together. </div>
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Excited for an eternity together.</div>
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And we are only just beginning</div>
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Right now, we are young... </div>
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But soon enough we will look more and more like Darcy and Rick</div>
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And we know there will be many more.</div>
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We want to share them with you.</div>
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