Happy two years to my love.

Happy two year anniversary to the man who gave me his forever.

To the man who knows me better than I know myself.

To the man who forgives me when I err and make mistakes.

To the man who shows me what true love is everyday.

To the man who is patient with my cooking.

To the man who eats my food, even when it sucks.

To the man who makes me want to be a better person.

To the man who I get to kiss every day.

To the man whose keys I have to find every day.

To the man who has the heart of a little boy and the soul of a man.

To the man who loves literature deeply and inspires me with new ideas.

To the man who makes me feel beautiful inside and out.

To the man who leaves me love notes.

To the man who helps me understand my true potential.

To the man who cleans the whole house in the middle of the night.

To the man who laughs with me.

To the man who listens to my crazy rants and stories.

To the man who is my best friend.

To the man who shows me that I am a daughter of God.

To the man who cuddles with me.

To the man who watches my favorite movies and tv shows with me.

To the man whose hair I get to run my fingers through.

To the man who exercises with me.
To the man who eats junk food with me.

To the man who has the cutest dimples.

To the man who tickles me.

To the man who carries me to bed when I fall asleep on the couch.

To the man who I am excited to see at the end of every day.

To the man who I will share all of my "firsts" with.

To the man who will be the father of my children.

To the man who will be the best, cutest, most loving father around.

To the man who loves silly things.
To the man who prays with me.

To the man who inspires me.

To the man who loves me.

To the man who I gave my forever to.

how we lost the naming rights of our first born child.

A couple of weekends ago, Taylor and I had our siblings over to our house for dinner.

(ryan, rachel, jamie, and seth)

Seth and I started playing "paper football."

You know...when you fold up a piece of paper into a triangle and flick it into an "L-shaped" goal made by the other persons hands.

We've all played it before, right?

Anyways, as we were playing, Seth decided to make it interesting. 

He put his fingers at the oddest angle and told me that if I could score, I could have ANYTHING of his I wanted. Anything--his new car, his macbook, his ipad...it was all up for grabs.

Of course I agreed.

And of course, I completely missed. ha.

So I offered him the same deal.

I held my hands at the same awkward angle.

He flicked the little triangle, and by the grace of God, it arched perfectly, turned to the left, and sailed smoothly into the goal.

I think everyone's expressions were pretty priceless.

I fell to the floor in a loud "noooooooo"

Taylor had a pure "oh shiz" expression smeared across his face.

Seth yelled and knocked over his chair, and then started walking around our house deciding what he wanted to take.

I offered him lots of "cool" things: a stapler, a toy panda, a snowglobe, a picture of me and Taylor. ha.

And then he stopped and said, "Wait. I know exactly what I want."

His confidence and sly smile scared me.

"I want the middle name of your first born child."

Taylor looked at me with a "I can't believe you agreed to this" look.

I slumped my head down, admitted my defeat, and told him, "Alright, fine! But be nice!"

And that is how we lost the naming rights of our first born child.

I think I win "stupidest-future-parent" award.

Ha.

Oh, and you better believe we will live up to this.

So far, Seth has told us all of his amazing ideas.

Spoc, Crabbe&Goyle, Myparentslostabet, Myunclerocks

Awesome, right?

At least he was nice enough not to take the first name.

But I think he knows I would have killed him--Taylor and I have had our kids names picked out since marriage.  

Hey, at least when the dreaded question "what is one interesting thing about yourself?" comes up, our future little will be set for life.

little things

When I walked outside on Friday morning and saw the snow, I stopped in my tracks, let out an audible groan and a "noooooooo."

As much as I'm looking forward to it--let's face it.

Summer rocks and I miss it already. ha

At least I didn't have to scrape the snow off of my windshield.

Can't wait for that...

While Tay was (once again) in Salt Lake on Friday, I spent the evening decorating our home.

^ I love these little guys! ^

 I made these little DIY ghosts last year.

And I was SO excited to pull them out again!

They are my favorite little things.

I am currently obsessing over this picture of little Taylor. 

I stuck it in the corner of our bedroom mirror, and I smile every time I see it.

I want our little boys to look JUST like this!

Our weekend will look like this:

Lounging whilst watching general conference.

(saturday 10-12, 2-4; sunday 10-12, 2-4...UTAH times, people!)

Oh my, it's one of my favorite times of the year!

Oh, and I purposely included my sockies in the picture. haha

The one good thing about the cold is that I got to pull out my long socks, sweaters, scarves, and big blankets.

Proud of my man.

Last night, one of Taylor's clients invited us to dinner up in Salt Lake.

Taylor has been up there all week doing work stuff, so it was fun to join him for an evening.

And it was SO fun to see Taylor at work.

He is so good at what he does!

And my, oh my, that guy is a superstar up there.

Everyone knows him, loves him, and they practically line up to talk to him to get his advice.

I made fun of him all night for it.

I wasn't sure if I was important enough to talk to him because he was so "famous" ;)

I joked with the guy sitting at our table that he just had a date with a married woman--people kept calling taylor over to their table, so for the majority of the dinner, it was just us two at the table.
But I did get to sneak some pictures of Taylor at work. ;)

just giving a little speech...no big deal.

Even though I didn't get to talk to Taylor much, I got over that real fast when this thing came around:

oh, hey, tay.
Thanks for joining me.
(don't worry, he was back up 15 seconds later)

I am seriously SO proud of this guy.
I am so proud that he was brave enough to leave a sure job to try out something new.
I am so proud that he works so hard to make his business a success.
I am so proud that it IS a success!
I am so proud of how much everyone loves him and brags about him.
I am so proud of his people skills.
I am so proud of HIM.

hoorah hoorah for tayraygil!

cazookie with the sister

Last night, my cute little sister and I went out for a late-night dessert.

Tay was at a Gala in Salt Lake until midnight (oh, you know...he's kinda a big deal ;))

So it was nice to have some company on a lonely night :)

We decided to stop at The Chocolate for a cazookie.

A wonderful decision.

It was delicious.

Oh...and, guys?

Even with this small little dessert cheat, I'm down five pounds.

Almost back into the 90s!

Life is good.

why I love teaching in utah

there are so many reasons why I LOVE teaching in utah.

First off, the students here are innately good.

and secondly, funny things like this happen:

Today, in my U.S. History class, we did an activity to learn about protective tariffs.

(it involved oreos--which is always a win ;))

I told the students to make fake money to buy the goods.

As I was explaining how much the goods cost, a student shouts out, "Wait! How do I pay tithing!?"

hahaha!

We all had a bonding moment and died of laughter after that.

A joke that is SO funny in Utah--but wouldn't work anywhere else in the world. hahah

As I was assigning students to be the "merchants," the same student said, "should I be the bishop?"

you know...to collect everyone's tithing.

hahaha--seriously. this job.

so worth it.

(sorry to my non-mormon readers--this post may not be funny to you. better luck next time! ;))

Ryan's birthday

My brother's 26th birthday was last week!

Luck would have it that his birthday fell on the Niners game.

(he's a big niners fan)

So the davis-utah-gang headed to Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the game, eat yummy food, and celebrate his big bad birthday.

We really missed the rest of our siblings, but we had so much fun!

 the birthday boy and my cute sister in law.

oh, hey folks.

It's sweater season.

Which means Tay's sweater vests have come out of the closet.

One of my all time favorite things a man can wear.

Good thing this man is all mine. ;)

Happy birthday, Ry!