tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37925431886938520052024-03-13T13:49:06.932-07:00Forever and EverThe Love That We Have Lasts For EternityForever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-65757060564516828562012-03-04T21:26:00.000-08:002012-03-04T21:26:06.271-08:00February 18th 2012I know that this post is late coming, but I just got married and have been a little busy. ;)<br />
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If you look to the right side on our blog you will find a column called "Tender Words of the Heart" these are text messages that I have received over that past year from the man of my dreams, my best friend and my sole mate. <br />
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February 18th 2011<br />
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<i>"You are the most wonderful and beautiful girl that I know and I love more than anything!"</i><br />
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A year ago this was sent to my phone. I loved it then as much as I love it now. Brendan Owen has changed my life for the better.<br />
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The morning of... Mom woke me up around 6, I got up and got ready, showered, hair, dressed, make up...Wait no make up that was left in Brendan's car the night before. My mom and I left the house late as usual (no offense mom).<br />
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I called Brendan around 7 to ask him if we could meet him in Preston so that I could get my make up.<br />
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While we are driving we almost missed our exit. I see the exit our car is in the left side lane and the semi behind us is in the right lane almost in front of the exit's entrance. I know that if we miss the exit then we will be more late then we already are. I swerve in front of the semi and make it on the exit with no accidents. YEAH!!!<br />
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When we got to Preston I expected Brendan and his parents to already be there so that I could do my make up and we could get going again to the temple but they weren't. I called Brendan it went straight to his voicemail, I called Patti ring and ring and then voicemail, I call Emmi and Voicemail, I call Maci Voicemail, try calling Brendan again hmm voicemail. Yes I am freaking out by now. Call Bren again yup still voicemail. Call Patti one more time and she answers tells me that they are almost there and then they arrived. (why do I worry?)<br />
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We got to the temple just in time!<br />
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The temple is an amazing place. A year long engagement is not an easy thing but it is worth it when you finally walk out of the temple doors holding hands for the first time as husband and wife infront of all of your family and friends.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was sent to me the morning of exactly 1 year ago from the first text that I shared with you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</i>Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-19326037974665806142012-02-13T18:19:00.000-08:002012-02-13T18:19:34.560-08:00FINALLY!!!After one year and fourteen days Brendan and I will finally be sealed for time and all eternity in the Logan Utah LDS Temple on February 18th 2012. A day that we have been waiting for, for a very long time. This has been a time of tears, heartbreak, rejoicing, celebration, let downs, lift ups, lessons, patience, and most of all blessings. We have learned to work though the trial and find the Lord's hand in the end.<br />
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</div><div>A very good friend of mine told me that the Lord gives trials for a reason. Maybe it is to teach us something for us to learn now or maybe it is to prepare us for something that we will need for the future. Whatever it may be its not easy, but when we realize what the blessing will be in the end it would have been worth it to go through the trial. The night after my friend gave me this wonderful advice I decided that I was going to just flat out ask the Lord what I needed to learn. I knelt down and said Lord help me understand what I am suppose to learn from this trial. My answer never came. So I continued to pray every night. I don't know if I received the full lesson or not but what I do know is that I learned patience, I learned trust in the Lord, I learned that I can't tell the Lord what I want or what I think I can handle. I am grateful for these things that I learned they have brought me closer to my Heavenly Father and have helped me understand more fully of the love he has for me. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I can't wait for this Saturday it is going to be the best day of my life. I will be sealed to my best friend and nothing else makes me more happy than that. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I love you Brendan Owen. </div><div><br />
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</div>Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-86706720701367754122011-12-23T19:52:00.000-08:002011-12-23T19:52:07.953-08:00Work in ProgressSo today the blog is actually a present to my(Brendan) parents. After being through so many things with me throughout my life they have never given up and I have realized that we are all works in progress in this grand scheme of things. I have throughout the last month and a half been spending alot of time sitting at my table here at my apartment working on a gift for my parents to show my appreciation. When I was young my mom taught me how to cross stitch and through the years I have done many projects, but when I was in high school I begged my mom to buy a kit for me of a picture by Greg Olsen titled Lost No More. I worked on it for a short time before I gave up and put it aside because I think I ran out of some of the thread that I needed. I always told myself that I would get back to it. When I got home from my mission two years ago I bought a new kit online and it has sat around due to lack of time, patience and motivation. I decided though, that during this time of struggles in my life working on a picture of Christ would be the extra thing that I was needing. So here is my Work in Progress(I've spent a couple hundred hours on it so far)...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I still have a long way to go, but I figured that a couple hundred hours of work was worth a christmas present... we'll see how much birthdays and such are worth... I wish you all a Merry Christmas!!!</div>Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-26500464128260032472011-12-14T15:17:00.000-08:002011-12-14T15:17:15.871-08:00TrialsWhen I was still in Young Woman's at a Night of Excellence the leaders had the Grandmothers or however was close to the new beehives right them a letter of love and guidance. I wasn't a new beehive but I was new to the ward so I received this letter from my Grandma Joy. There was something written in this letter that has always stayed with me through out my life. Every time a trial comes my way I think back to this letter. my Grandma Joy wrote.<br />
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" You have also been blessed with trials. You have watched your family struggle and have experience great heartaches in your young life. Use these heartaches and trials as stepping stones to eternal exaltation! They will become your greatest strength as you learn how to overcome the pain and still love those who make unwise choices."<br />
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The past two weeks have tried my faith to the max it feels like. I feel as if I have gone through so much heartache and pain that I can't go on. But then I remember my Grandmas words and I keep going. I take every trial and every heartache and I learn from it.<br />
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I know that my Heavenly Father lives. I know that he loves me and that he knows who I am. I know that he sends his angels to watch over me and protect me from things that I cannot handle on my own. I know that the words that my Grandma wrote to me all those years ago are true and if I listen to her words and live by that then I will have eternal life with the one I love. I know that my elder brother Jesus Christ suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane for me. He did it for me so when I am going through a trial I have someone who I can turn to in faith and he will have been there and can help me through it. I know that Christ died on a cross to take away my sins. He died there to save me. I am forever in debt to him. I know that trials are given to us to make us stronger and that there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel and all though it may be hard to take that first step into the darkness it will all be worth it in the end. I know that there is a lesson to be learn from every trial that I have recently been through, am going through, and will go through. I may not know what the answer is now or what the answer will be later, but I know that there is one. I walk by faith. I wake up every morning and I live by faith. Faith that I will make it thought the day, faith that my wrong doings will be washed away. I love the Lord with all my heart. and I know that he is there for me always if I just stretch out my arm to his. I say these things in the name of my Savior Jesus Christ Amen.<br />
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</div><div>Tuesday November 15th I walked in to Mountain View Hospital scared but super excited at the same time. They first gave me this spray to shoot up my nose... First time I have ever sprayed anything up my nose before. I did a horrible job. I ended up swallowing it and then it made my throat burn and I was miserable. </div><div><br />
</div><div>They then had me change into those hospital night gowns that don't have a back. I got on the bed/ table and they put the IV in my arm. Lucky for me I have had one before so this didn't hurt much. Then the nurse left and I was left in the room with my mother. Maybe about 10-15 min later the Anesthesiologist came in and talked to me about the possibility that I might not ever wake up again after they put me to sleep but that I didn't need to worry (How do you not worry about that kinda stuff) and then he left. I don't know if the stuff that was coming through my IV was suppose to make me tired or if I was just super bored but I ended up falling asleep and then when the Anesthesiologist came back in I remember him telling my mom that if I stayed asleep he wouldn't even be needed. He then wheeled me into the room where they would do the surgery and then asked me what I did for my job I was explaining it to him and then next thing I know I was in the recovery room. </div><div><br />
</div><div>First thing I did when I woke up was feel my nose to make sure it was still there (Brendan told me they were going to cut it off and just leave slits there so that I would look like Voldemort). When the nurse came in she gave me some crackers and a cup of water and then told me that if I couldn't eat it right away to not worry but to try to slowly eat it why she went and got my mom. When my mom came in I was eating the crackers but couldn't reach the water because of the IV and where she had put it. The nurse then left again and told me that when I am feeling up to it I could get dressed and go home. I was feeling up to it then so I went to get up but couldn't because of all they stuff they had me hooked up to. My mom then called her back in. They unhooked me from all the machines and I got dressed and we went home. </div><div><br />
</div><div>This is what I looked like that night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdX_LfQ-6Wa4QItRO7kQIbrcfSyfSyECF-S7niphu0HgKZukp-Gq_1RuNODknMPgstBMdZQ-mJPQbSmad6P9Q5BnbfK7M18p6iwC8o36sqFWBMMEoA8_QpnLFFHzt-mX2npy0sagI_oM/s1600/day+of.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdX_LfQ-6Wa4QItRO7kQIbrcfSyfSyECF-S7niphu0HgKZukp-Gq_1RuNODknMPgstBMdZQ-mJPQbSmad6P9Q5BnbfK7M18p6iwC8o36sqFWBMMEoA8_QpnLFFHzt-mX2npy0sagI_oM/s1600/day+of.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I look pretty good right for just having surgery but it still hurts like crazy. I wont bore you with the rest of the horrible details but I will share pictures and what day they were taken </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday 16th </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUn-Ph00vtynUWz9jMOuMmkG3mwohcsOTRQornvykBxfJZDfUQKJelk7-3BLmU7MJBsjWsSzwxi7E5CUDlItzsrAhcXljdoimJioEKDo1vCl0gzyKRHL9JaKaz7Z43zreW5NL2RM_Sbbc/s1600/day+after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUn-Ph00vtynUWz9jMOuMmkG3mwohcsOTRQornvykBxfJZDfUQKJelk7-3BLmU7MJBsjWsSzwxi7E5CUDlItzsrAhcXljdoimJioEKDo1vCl0gzyKRHL9JaKaz7Z43zreW5NL2RM_Sbbc/s1600/day+after.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday 17th </div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I didn't take a picture Friday 18th but this is Saturday 19th </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsC_B13X7BKRVRrB3B4wOjrTunUB63YFnYBq7axAkKNGK378Lr8tyQx6qvzZa-pIxf5WjZNQVM8Zy8fuxBvFy2_kxt64cIqyMbCRxEUCwcfRUpuwlIyOlZihc1YgB2JuIuzFW-DJufR8/s1600/looking+better.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsC_B13X7BKRVRrB3B4wOjrTunUB63YFnYBq7axAkKNGK378Lr8tyQx6qvzZa-pIxf5WjZNQVM8Zy8fuxBvFy2_kxt64cIqyMbCRxEUCwcfRUpuwlIyOlZihc1YgB2JuIuzFW-DJufR8/s320/looking+better.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div>Looking good huh :) I can smile but man does it hurt to laugh or yawn or anything else. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I didn't take a picture Sunday either. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Today Monday 21st I went back to the doctors to have him take the splints out of my nose. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I went in and the nurse greeted me at the door and said come back here. So I went back to the room and I sat down. She then grabbed the flashlight and some scissors and tweezers things, told me to tip my head back, and then she grabbed my nostril and pulled. I flinched and pulled away. She then said, "If you don't hold still I'll never get these things out of there." I'm crying by now cause not only did it hurt but I was mad at her. My mom then came over and held my hand while the nurse proceeded to take the splints out of my nose. When she was finally done this is what I found in the bucket I was holding on to.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hSCPUrCFltlnW_jx2I4MceRK0FPQBnxrnQzPqemErhX9lrPAtyIJiS-mBy6R3av20A07Ujk89RuSb58ZhYtDhWhcZM5m-pIu2-V3qfoKn0O8RRa-uo1o0iKBEdIlf-tIpB53KXJ-8wI/s1600/nose+splints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hSCPUrCFltlnW_jx2I4MceRK0FPQBnxrnQzPqemErhX9lrPAtyIJiS-mBy6R3av20A07Ujk89RuSb58ZhYtDhWhcZM5m-pIu2-V3qfoKn0O8RRa-uo1o0iKBEdIlf-tIpB53KXJ-8wI/s1600/nose+splints.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Huge huh? yup those things were up my nose. The nurse then told me to go make an appointment to meet with the doctor the next week for a follow up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now a little side note. I have a strong dislike for that nurse right now. If she would have told me what she was doing before she just decided to pull on my nostril then I wouldn't have flinched and I would have been able to hold still and it wouldn't have been that bad for those things to be pulled out of my nose but because she was a jerk and didn't tell me what was going on I did end up crying and am very mad at the nurse and when I go back in next week I will let that doctor know how things went during today's appointment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">P.S. That nurse is lucky I didn't break her nose or bite her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div> </div>Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-52574673318256729532011-11-05T20:17:00.001-07:002012-03-05T10:43:17.984-08:00Brendan's Poems ( I love them so much)<div class="MsoNormal">For those of you who don't know Brendan writes poems they are amazing!!! I love them so so so much! These are the ones he has written for me they are no in order from when he gave them to me but they are still so good. I hope you enjoy :) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>A Testimony</b> </span></u>(Sent to me on Skype)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">A testimony for my wife,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Lord and Savior gave his life,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Each day as we gather for prayer, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Surely you can know he is there, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Talking us through the hardest day,</div><div class="MsoNormal">I know he will show us the way,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Making the path narrow and straight, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Open passage when we are eight, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Now TOGETHER we follow true, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Years on the path our Savior drew.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><b>Owen</b> </span></u>(While we were Skyping one night)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Once there was a girl</div><div class="MsoNormal">Who sent me on a whirl</div><div class="MsoNormal">Each day she treats me right</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now she'll be dressed in white</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Poem For You</span> </b></u>(after I had begged him forever to write me another poem)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">Pondering on your beautiful smile </div><div class="MsoNormal">Only one, for which I'd walk a mile</div><div class="MsoNormal">Eager to see the glee in your eyes</div><div class="MsoNormal">Making me warm like the summer skies</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Freeing me from the pain in my past </div><div class="MsoNormal">Opening up a love that will last </div><div class="MsoNormal">Ready I am to promise to you </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Years upon years of unending blue </div><div class="MsoNormal">Open your eyes and there we will see </div><div class="MsoNormal">Unending blue smiling back with Glee </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">If Only They Knew</span></u> </b>(Sent of facebook, I believe this one is the first one he wrote me)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">I've begun to see the light </div><div class="MsoNormal">From the darkness of the night</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Opened my eyes, cracked a smile </div><div class="MsoNormal">Now I'm sure it'll stay awhile </div><div class="MsoNormal">Looking forward instead of back </div><div class="MsoNormal">You my girl, you have the knack'</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To bring light into my life</div><div class="MsoNormal">Haul away the strain and the strife</div><div class="MsoNormal">Even out a harder day </div><div class="MsoNormal">You my girl, you have the way </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Keep you close I always will </div><div class="MsoNormal">Now the world it seems so still</div><div class="MsoNormal">Every day, I'll say it's true </div><div class="MsoNormal">Witney, (I truly) love you </div><div class="MsoNormal"> Lasley, I </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><b>I Can't Sleep</b> </span></u> (Sent to me through a text one of those nights that I really needed a pick me up) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">In a perfect world of love </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Cheering angels from above</div><div class="MsoNormal">Aid heartbroken, lonely, sad</div><div class="MsoNormal">Normal people for our dad</div><div class="MsoNormal">Teaching those who need a hand</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stepping near us in the sand </div><div class="MsoNormal">Lord, our Savior, knows the path </div><div class="MsoNormal">Easing us from daily wrath </div><div class="MsoNormal">Eager to give, help and hold </div><div class="MsoNormal">Pulling us in from the cold.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><u>A Girl Named Witney</u></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><u><br />
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I once met a girl named Witney<br />
and then one day it just hit me<br />
I'd love her for life<br />
I'd make her my wife<br />
I'd forever have her with me<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><u>The Only One </u></span><br />
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As I continue day by day<br />
there's only one to whom I'd say<br />
I love you I forever will<br />
I'll love you in heaven still</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><u>Beauty </u></span><br />
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Beauty stems from heaven above<br />
Emanated by your love<br />
And assured by your bright smile<br />
Unending like the river Nile<br />
Teaching me to always want<br />
Your beauty’s eternal font</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue;"><u>Yes</u></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><u><br />
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You soon will be<br />
Eternally<br />
Sealed to me!<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><u>Witney</u></span><br />
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Where has the time gone?<br />
It seems like the dawn<br />
The start of your life<br />
Now that you're my wife<br />
Extends to the past<br />
Yet ever will last</div>Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-22903848622464588922011-10-04T18:50:00.000-07:002011-10-04T18:50:15.139-07:00I Think I'll Keep My Day JobSo Brendan always writes me poems so today I thought to myself... Self, I will write Brendan a poem today... here its is.<br />
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Love me tender love me right<br />
All I want is for you to hold me tight<br />
I will always love you with all my might<br />
And hug you and kiss you all night<br />
And when we go to the park and fly a kite<br />
I promise I will try not to bite<br />
Promise to never want to fight<br />
And I will bring some light<br />
To a marriage that will always seem bright<br />
Because we want to do it right<br />
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Yeah I think I will keep my day jobForever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-72020508415090518402011-10-02T19:47:00.000-07:002011-10-02T19:47:56.615-07:00I LOVE Surprises!!!Saturday October 1st<br />
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I was talking to Brendan on the phone and was having another one of those moments (for those of you who don't know what one of those moments are for me that is when I am in tears not wanting to be in Idaho Falls anymore and really just wanting to be in Boise with Brendan). While I was crying Brendan asked me if there was anything he could do for me. I told him that all I wanted was for him to have his arms around me. His response was "Witney my arms are always around you". I then told him that I didn't want to pretend anymore that I just wanted everything to go through so that I could just be with him. We then just continued talking and Brendan got me to stop crying and then he said he was tired and wanted to go to bed. Understandable considering he worked all day long and it was close to midnight. So we went to bed.<br />
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Sunday October 2nd<br />
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My phone starts ringing at 8:46am. I at this point am slightly confused because it was Sunday morning and I didn't think I had set an alarm. When I finally woken up enough to realize that it was Brendan calling me I answered it and started talking. Conversation went a little like this...<br />
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Witney: Good morning<br />
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Brendan: Good morning beautiful<br />
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Witney: Are you heading to Nathans?<br />
(knowing the night before that he was going to go over there for breakfast and conference.)<br />
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Brendan: I'm on the road yes<br />
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Witney: When did you wake up?<br />
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Brendan: I have been up for a while now.<br />
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Witney: Did you get up at 8?<br />
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Brendan: A little bit before then I couldn't sleep.<br />
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Witney: oh man I hate it when that happens.<br />
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then some more stuff was said that I don't remember...<br />
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Brendan: Witney I love you more than anything, you know that right?<br />
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Witney: Yes I know and I love you more than anything too.<br />
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Brendan: You know that I would do anything for you right?<br />
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Witney: Yeah I remember you telling me that once haha.<br />
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Brendan: Once?<br />
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Witney: Ok maybe more then once I lost count once I ran out of fingers.<br />
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Brendan: Witney... you don't need to pretend anymore... come outside.<br />
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Witney: What?<br />
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Brendan: Come outside Witney.<br />
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I then got out of my bed looked out the window and there was Brendan driving into my driveway. So I ran outside gave him a huge hug and said. "What are you doing here?" (by the way I'm crying) and then we hugged and kissed and I was so excited to see him.<br />
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I found out later once I had calmed down from all the excitement that when I had told him that I was done pretending he had set his alarm for 4:30 at that moment so that he could wake up early enough to come and spend the day with me.<br />
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Today was the best day ever. I got to spend it with my best friend and even if it was only for a few hours it was better then not being with him at all. I love you Brendan Owen thank you for everything you do for me.Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-25279696623613912102011-07-05T09:19:00.000-07:002011-07-05T09:19:12.870-07:00Thank You!!!First off thanks to all of you how commented and left your opinion it helped in making up my mind. <br />
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Although pretty much all of you put without I have decided to keep the collar and do both pictures with the collar and without the collar, because guess what, it tucks it quite nicely and I like it best both ways :) Again thank you very much for your opinions.Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-63904785558222621562011-06-28T09:34:00.000-07:002011-06-28T09:34:29.972-07:00I Need Help<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
Good news I have choosen my dress! But i don't know how to keep it. The dress is beautiful but I can either keep the collar or take it off... I like it with both so I need your help. <br />
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I am going to post two pictures of the dress one with the collar and one with out please vote and than let me know :) <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a beautiful song that Brendan and I have fallen in love with. As soon as I can by it on I tunes I will be! </div>Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-71574106078000618172011-04-26T14:38:00.000-07:002011-04-26T14:57:36.131-07:00The Day That Changed Everything!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hrzV6zG3GVig6p1SdwdX3ex_4LxRMEYjYpJYjZUGQFr5JcmZvU6SKM815Obp3_f81E_31-RKVxOmX3vJ296JlzcJCVIrLYD0iddNTAj6xOo7EY1x-sRspFhNARusTcsBmpu8-z3EZRM/s1600/DSC00120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hrzV6zG3GVig6p1SdwdX3ex_4LxRMEYjYpJYjZUGQFr5JcmZvU6SKM815Obp3_f81E_31-RKVxOmX3vJ296JlzcJCVIrLYD0iddNTAj6xOo7EY1x-sRspFhNARusTcsBmpu8-z3EZRM/s320/DSC00120.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left">February 4th, 2011 was a night that Witney Lasley hopes she will never forget because this was the night that she found her love for eternity. </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">Ring!!! Ring!!! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Hello" says Witney </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Hey beautiful" said Brendan like he always does. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Times;">" Witney, can we go to the Jungle Room tonight?" asked Brendan </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Times;">"Sure" says Witney </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Times;">"Sweet, see you in a little bit then" </span></div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Knock!!! Knock!!!</span></div><div align="left">"Hey!!!" says Witney </div><div align="left">"Ready?" Asks Brendan </div><div align="left">"Yup" </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">As they </div><div align="left"> walk </div><div align="left"> down </div><div align="left"> the </div><div align="left"> stairs</div><div align="left"> Brendan turns to go to his car. </div><div align="left">"What are you doing?" asks Witney</div><div align="left"> "Going to the car so that we can drive there" says Brendan </div><div align="left">"ummm... I don't think so" says Witney "It's right up the hill" </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="color: lime;">PLEASE!?! </span><span style="color: black;">Brendan begged</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue;">NO!! </span><span style="color: black;">Witney Answered </span></div><div align="left">"fine" Brendan said with a worried look</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">When they arrived to the Jungle Room there was already people there so they went to the Desert Room instead. They walked and talked about nothing to important until...</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">"Witney" Brendan turns Witney to face him "I wrote you a poem last night can I tell it to you?" </div><div align="left">with a smile Witney replys "Of course"</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="color: yellow;">W</span><span style="color: black;">itney will you stand with me</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: yellow;">I</span><span style="color: black;">nto all Eternity </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: yellow;">L</span><span style="color: black;">ove me when you're standing tall</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: yellow;">L</span><span style="color: black;">ean on me when feeling small</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">Y</span><span style="color: black;">earn to hear me speak your name</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">O</span><span style="color: black;">n the rooftops, there proclame</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">U</span><span style="color: black;">ntil death, is nothing when</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: yellow;">M</span><span style="color: black;">arriage is not by the pen </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: yellow;">A</span><span style="color: black;">sk of me eternal life</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: yellow;">R</span><span style="color: black;">equire it as my wife</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: yellow;">R</span><span style="color: black;">un to me when I come home</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: yellow;">Y</span><span style="color: black;">es I did I just said home</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: cyan;">M</span><span style="color: black;">ine and yours that soon will be </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: cyan;">E</span><span style="color: black;">ver more, a family </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">Brendan than got down on one knee and said </div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">"Witney, will you marry me?" </div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">Witney fell to her knees, wrapped her arms around him and said... </div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">YES!!!</span></span></div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">Brendan then lifted her up and gently kissed her. He then whispered in her ear </div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"there's one little problem" </span></div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">"What!" Witney said alarmed</div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">"The ring is in the car" Brendan said with a smile </div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">"I knew it" Witney shouted </div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">and they both laughed at Witneys stubberness. </div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;">When they got to the car they got in and drove to Nature Park. Where Brendan got back down on one knee and put the ring on Witney's finger.<br />
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</div>Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-11795537977892834372011-04-26T12:08:00.000-07:002011-04-26T12:18:34.317-07:00Our Not So Long Pre-Engagment Dating ExperienceThe next morning after our first date I moved back up to school. When I got up to Rexburg and unpacked bought all my books and then finally settled in that's when I started to panic. The night before I went on a date with the most amazing guy in the whole world and even kissed him... now what? I was so worried that I would never see him or talk to him again. <br />
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That night when I was kind of down in the dumps, Bishop and his counselor came over to talk to my apartment and to sent me apart as the new Relief Society President for our student ward. As we were standing in the living room talking I heard my phone go off in a right tone I did not recognize, and then ran to the back room and saw that it was Brendan calling me. I was so EXCITED!!! but I also had the Bishop in my living room waiting to set me apart. So I answered it and said "Brendan I'm sorry but I need to call you back in a minute... my Bishop is here to set me apart." We hung up and then I went and got set apart. When the Bishop and his counselors finally left I ran back to my room and called him Brendan back. We talked for 2 hours that night. That night he also asked me when he could see me again. What I wanted to say is right now but of course I had to make him work a little harder then that so I told him that Saturday would probably be best. <br />
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The next day he called me around the same time and then we talked for 2 almost 3 hours about everything. I wanted to learn more about him and he wanted to learn more about me. This was also the night that he sheepishly asked me a question that I knew would change everything... it went a little like this. "Witney I have a question for you." And I said "ok whats that?" he then asked "Can I call you my girlfriend" long pause.......... me thinking ( my mom is going to kill me) " Yes!!! I would love that" we then went on talking about everything else we could think of. <br />
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January 6th we talked on the phone for 3 1/2 hours where I was able to recite each of his brothers and sisters names order and birthdays (creepy). <br />
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January 7th we are talking on facebook and I ask him if he would like to come down that night as well as Saturday for our date. he agrees to come and then leaves as soon as he could. I ran over to my friends apartment thinking he would be about a half hour.15 min's later he calls me to ask where my apartment is. I told him where I lived and then literally ran home and made it home just in time. I was so so so so so excited. <br />
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January 8th Second official date. He showed up around 12ish at my apartment and then we went and walked around Nature Park. We then went and watched Princess Bride. This was the day that Lindsay had her baby shower and the whole family was up so when he received a phone call from Nathan asking him if he was going to come and see everyone before they left. Brendan told him that we would and so we left to Idaho Falls to go see the whole family. Yes that is right Second date I meet the family. <br />
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</div>After these most important days... it was smooth sailing.... everyday was perfect. We have never missed a day since then either seeing each other or talking to each other either on skype or facebook or the phone.Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792543188693852005.post-59606531515075070522011-04-07T18:15:00.000-07:002011-04-26T14:55:33.615-07:00First Date: What better place to start.Our first date was January 3, 2011. Brendan came and got me around 6:15 that night. When he arrived the first thing he said to me was "Wow, you look beautiful!" We then went to his car and we drove to Walmart. At Walmart we met up with Brandon Carney and his date. While we were there we bought toothpicks, and mini colored marshmallows. We then went to Papa Murphy's and got a pizza. When we got back to Brandon's we put in the pizza and then headed down stairs to play pool. To be completely honest with you if it wasn't for Brendan we would have been slaughtered. I didn't hit one ball :). When the Pizza was finally done we went up stairs ate our pizza and then the real fun began.<br />
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<u>Toothpick Bridges!!! </u><br />
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We split up into teams. Brendan and I or course and then Brandon and his date. The goal was to make a bridge the would cross the center of the table with out falling over. <br />
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</div><div align="left">We then took the Bridges outside and burned them. (little side note, Brendan and I are holding hands.) After the burning of the bridges Brandon and his date had to leave to go back to Rexburg to go and clean the temple. Brendan on the other hand had something else somewhat kind of planned. When we got into the car he looked at me and said. "Witney I don't want this date to end yet... If you could see any movie in the world right now what would it be?" I automatically told him Tangled. </div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was so excited to see this movie that I couldn't handle all the excitement inside. So we called Lindsay to find out when the next showing was and we found out it was in a half hour. Thinking that it would take us about 15 mins to drive across town we left right away. Yeah... It only took us 5 mins so we were there 25mins early :) oh well. so we got our tickets and went and sat in the theater. We had to fight for our seats because we were the only ones in the theater. So we sat right in the middle. As we sat there waiting for it to began we talked about movies. When the movie began Brendan reached over grabbed my hand and held on tight for the rest of the movie. When the movie ended I looked over at him to ask him what he thought and he reached up, moved my hair behind my ear and then kissed me gently on the lips. I turn back around and had a million different thoughts entered my head like for example. "Did that really just happen?" "My mom is going to kill me" "I really liked that... maybe he will do it again." and "Did I kiss him right?" When I turned and looked at him again I kissed him and then we decided it was time to go. We got back to my house at 12:00 and Brendan walked me to my front door, where he tried to kiss me again but when I found out that my door was locked I kind of denied him that kiss and walked to the garage. After I got the garage opened we then exchanged three more kisses and I went inside and he went home. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">That night I lay in my bed knowing that I had found someone special! What I didn't know that night was that he would be my eternal companion. :) </div>Forever and Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16313241142563825701noreply@blogger.com1