Favorite Posts

(A compilation of some of the posts Hopes and Dreams is most proud of.)

If you’re new, you could start -here-, and then make your way to -here-, where you’ll learn more about me than you’d ever care to.

*Marriage*

Love: A Story
Life.  It can be so funny sometimes.  Little did I know what Heavenly Father had in store for me when I went on that first date with John H.  Turns out John did, in fact, surprise me.  And his love and compassion continue to surprise me, because it feels new every day. …
  
 
I once heard a quote in the not-so-distant past that said something along the lines of:
“Any honest work is the work of the Lord.”
I instantly fell in love with this concept and the idea that you don’t just have to be knocking on doors or handing out pamphlets, trying to bring souls to God in order to be doing His work.  If I am being an honest worker–no matter what the setting–then I’m doing His work. …
 

*Family* 
You’ve had quite the life.  You’ve excelled in every earthly endeavor you’ve pursued.  You lead and influence hundreds of thousands of people because of your career.  But I’m not writing to that person today.  I’m writing to the raw you–to who you were at home, raising us, where your career didn’t matter, where your worldly accomplishments never came up.  …
 
  
*Motherhood*

Enough
I’ve recently come across several blog series and articles highlighting what some would refer to as “Super Moms.”  The women featured are beautiful, talented, have darling children, and do an amazing job balancing all the demands of motherhood with their own online businesses, record deal, art show or something of the like.  While I have so much respect for these women and their endeavors, I worry that the blogosphere is glamorizing this approach to motherhood more than just the good old fashioned type of mothering, where women don’t feel like they have to prove themselves in any other way than by “just”mothering. …
 
Birth: A StoryWhen our due date came and went I knew our son would be born exactly one week after {I also knew our son was a daughter at first, and look at what that did for my motherly intuition record….}. Everyone was still holding their breath all week long, thinking he could come at any time once the due date passed, but I really just kicked back and enjoyed that last week without any angst. …

My heart has been very tenderized the past month.  James has introduced me to a new self that I never knew was in me.  And I love her.  I am humbled at how naturally a lot of this “mum stuff” comes to me, and I am so grateful.  I feel like the mother in me has been sleeping my whole life, gaining strength and energy to finally be awakened and nurture this little soul who is James. …
 
The past few months I’ve been feeling this sense of urgency to get the most out of my happiness.  I’m not even sure what that means, but I have become this crazed detoxing-my-life-of-negative-influence fanatic.  I think this stems from a lifetime of trying to please people, which in some situations has made for some obligatory relationships that end up being destructive to my spirit. 
 
 
*Heartache and Healing*

These Things I Know
I started bleeding again and we found out that I have a very large subchorionic hemorrhage.  These do not harm the baby directly and are quite common (although that means very little to me because it is not common to us and we’re allowed to be scared….), but the bleeding can irritate the uterine wall and either make your water break early or start contractions and put you into labor, causing a miscarriage.Life
For the past couple years I have been disappointed with who I’ve become because of a particular trial life threw at me after getting home from my mission.  I have been struggling with these feelings of discouragement for years, just as much now as when they first started.  I see people all around me who are emotionally strong and faithful and trust in the Lord when things aren’t easy.  They truly inspire me because up until now I have not felt capable, whether emotionally or spiritually or even physically, to be like that when it comes to certain things.  Several years ago I experienced a great injustice that defined who I was for quite some time. …
 
my guest post on the Shine Project
… After all, life is also about helping lift one another and lending an empathetic ear and a shoulder to cry on.  It’s about helping each other shine, even when our spirits feel tarnished and torn.  And no matter how perfect a life may seem, everyone feels sad sometimes.  I have been there.  Recently.  And sometimes I still go there, for reasons I can’t really explain.  But as I’ve experienced and explored different emotions, there is one thing I have learned for certain:  It is okay to be sad sometimes.  And here’s why: …
  
I will never forget that day in the Union Middle School courtyard. I had missed the bus and I was all alone. I remember how alone I felt, too. I had left the group of friends I had started to associate with once leaving the innocence of primary school. I had been trying to fit in with the cool crowd for two years at the sacrifice of some of my principles. Finally, at the end of my 8th Grade year I had decided that I needed to be true to my heart even if it meant I had no friends. And I really had no friends after that. For a while. Until the day in the courtyard. I specifically remember Lauren walking down the concrete steps towards me. …

I sat in front of the television, trapped in my head by frustration with a needy and overly-clingy son, trying to focus on the program my Prince and I had set out to enjoy together after a long day apart.  But my angst and annoyance became too much and I surrendered to it, taking it out on John William. …
 
 
*Faith*

My cousin Jesus, plus some thoughts.
This past Sundee we headed south to attend my sweet cousin’s farewell address before he heads off on a two year LDS Mission to Northern Cali.  We got there a little early (never happened before!) and were able to sit pretty close to the front on the soft pews with the rest of the extended family.  As we waited for the meeting to begin, my sweet baby boy noticed that down the row at the other end of the pew was my other cousin, Ben, who James hadn’t really met before (pictured above).  My innocent son looked up into my eyes with a bright countenance and tried to whisper (but really yelled), “Mom! It’s Jesus!” …Giving
 
Today I am grateful for Nephi.  2 Nephi 3:8, to be exact.  But first, some background:
I have always had a hard time balancing the dialectic of doing what God expects of me while not being too hard on myself.  I’m sure you all understand what I’m talking about.  It’s a pretty common predicament of followers of the Commandments. …
 
There was a man.  I don’t recall how we knew him, but he was very important to us.  He found himself in an awful situation that effected our family terribly.  He felt extremely guilty and responsible for our pain and couldn’t seem to find satisfaction in his efforts to make things right with us.  John and I assured him that we loved him and that we had forgiven him, and that we were just concerned about his well-being now.  But he wouldn’t hear it.  He was just swallowed up in agony at the thought of bringing sorrow to our little home.  He explained that he had been praying and praying and praying for guidance to know how to fix things in his life and in ours, but he felt like no One was hearing his pleas. …
 
 
 
*For Fun*
So I’ve been thinking. With “Hopes and Dreams” being the title of our blog, I thought it would be pertinent to share some of John’s and my hopes and dreams with you, so they can indeed be cherished.
First of all, I want to explain where the title of the blog came from.
I was very foreign to the blogging world up until I was 24 years old. Blogs kind of exploded when I was on my mission and I came home and was way behind, with no real desire to learn the ways. …