Slice of Pie

Last week, my husband and I finished off the last piece of my first homemade peach pie. I made it as a surprise for him and was actually quite impressed with the way it turned out. Everything was from scratch (the only thing I didn't make from scratch were the peaches, of course). It was a nice to be and feel domestic. I had to add a picture just as documented proof. :)

Marc likes to tell me that I have never made anything that tasted bad..which was a surprising comment at first for a girl who never really liked to spend time in the kitchen. I guess that's what having a husband does to you. The funny thing is, when he isn't around, I don't make good things for just me to eat. And usually I don't eat at all, somehow I forget about mealtimes when I'm not making something for Marc.

Changing the subject a little, I have to rave about the book I am reading today (I am almost finished with it and I just checked it out this morning)--Make Lemonade by Virginia Euwer Wolff. It is about a 14 year old girl who takes a babysitting job, caring for the two kids of a 17 year old mother. As I read, I was reminded of how blessed I am and how relatively easy my life has been. I realized how fortunate I am to grow up in the family that I did with parents who loved and cared for me, supported me in my schooling, and always believed in my dreams. And I also am very grateful for a loving and supportive husband, who will always be there, in the thick and thin. I am grateful that we have enough money to eat wonderful things like peach pie.

Slice of Life 9/13/2011

This blog is a very good representation of my life...lots of unfinished and half-way done projects. My husband and I decided to make a blog...probably because all of the Allan women (which I am now a part of) have a blog. Theirs are much more cutesy than mine, but I have to remind myself that I am a full-time student who has little time to even finish homework because I have rehearsals into the late evenings. On Tuesdays I don't get home until 10 pm and I am basically dancing non-stop from 3-10.

But enough with the complaining. I don't like complainers, and now I'm doing it.

What I really wanted to write about today was just how wonderful my husband is. Today has been overwhelming for me and when I expressed to my husband that I just couldn't take it anymore, he looked down at his wedding ring and said, "Yep, we're still married. The world didn't end." He has said this to me many times over the past 6 months (I get stressed easily) and it always helps me to step back and realize that my life is good. My life is great. I'm married to a wonderful man who will always support me and always love me.

Just this past weekend, Marc went on a hunting trip and I had to stay home in Provo. He knows that it's hard for me to be alone, so you know what he did? Just to show me that he was thinking about me, he had red roses delivered on the day he would be gone. So sweet, and thoughtful. I even took a picture of them and set as the background for my phone as a reminder to remember what matters most--my family.

This is longer than I intended, but it has been therapeutic in a way to write about how blessed I am and to forget about the worries of the day for a few minutes.