Why I didn't wait until I was 30 to get married

After doing my nightly round of visiting my good friend, Facebook, I found myself reading a post entitled "5 Good Reasons Why You Should Wait Until You're 30 To Get Married" by Paul Hudson.
I am 25.
I am married.  Happily, I might add.
I have 2 kids.
The world says I am not ready for any of this.
WHY THE HECK NOT?!
Well Paul Hudson, DJ from Manhattan (and whoever agrees with him), I disagree with your philosophical views.  And although I could give you a million reasons why, here are 3.
1. I know who I am.
Why do you have to be at least 30 to know who you are and what you like in life? 
2. Financially unstable is tough, but amazing in that you grow to lean on each other and talk about hard things.
2.I may not have experienced enough.  Yet.
Why not do it with my best friend?  My husband is a companion, a partner in crime, an amigo who goes with me to do exciting and fun things. 
3. If I find "The One", then why would I wait?
I hate how he said in the article that "Marriage is forever; what's the rush?"  Marriage is forever.  And I'm having so much fun experiencing the first part of forever with him.  Why wait for the magical age of 30 to marry him.  "Hey, I love you and want to marry you... but I have to wait until I'm 30 or no dice.  Paul and a few of his friends said so."  No!  I'm not going to postpone when I get married because the number isn't right.
20 years old was pretty young to get married, but for me it was right.  I have grown a lot, but so has my husband... and our marriage.  So there are my 3, Paul... and don't get onto me because I didn't do 5.  The numbers aren't what count.  Just like age (within reason and legal parameters) doesn't count ;)

Dear Brayson

Happy birthday, my love!  I sure love you.  I keep thinking about a year ago today.  From about right now actually.  I was so excited to meet you, I couldn't sleep.  When I was on the operating table, your daddy sat right by my head and we talked about what you would look like, how you and Beckham would be best friends and how much we loved you already.  When you came out of my tummy all I could look at were those LIPS!  How perfectly plump they were.  When they placed you in my arms you stopped crying and just looked at me.  I'm so lucky you are my son.  You are growing up (I know, you're only one... but it goes fast) but you are always my baby who I could sing to and make happy.  I wanted your birthday to be special so daddy and I blew up 50 balloons, hung up streamers and decorated your high chair.  You are so special and I love you so much.  Happy birthday baby boy.

3 Legitimate Fears I have... and Why.

So I was looking over a list of 30 things you should tell your kids about yourself and on there was list 3 legitimate fears you have and why.  I don't think this is really that crucial for them to know, but I'll bite. 
Fear 1: The end of the world.  YES I have huge fears when it comes to this.  If you read in the Bible (or look around and smell the roses) you will see that the world is going to get pretty bad and crazy.  I didn't really fear this until I had kids.  After that, Jared and I had "the talk".  The one where you talk about what you would do if something bad were to happen.  I am terrified!  Regardless, I'd do whatever I had to in order to protect my family.
Fear 2: Gaining weight.  SO silly and vain, but it's a fear.  How many old people do you see that are "fit and fab"?  I want to be able to be active and healthy.  You better bet I'm going to be a sassy old gal :)
Fear 3: One of my family members (extended included) needing me and I'm too far away and can't get there.  I've always had this fear.  Since I was 18 I've lived pretty far away from family, and I always worry.  I decided Beckham and Brayson will not be able to be more than 6 hours away from me when they are in college or married.  6 hours is driving distance, and I can floor it and get there in 4!
Love my boys :) 

Crazy Days, Peaceful Nights

As guilty as I feel for saying it, I feel like the title of this post definitely describes our lives right now.  Although I feel guilty, it needs to be put out there.  LIFE is CRAZY.  Screaming, squealing, laughing or crying babies equals a hectic life.  But hey... it's a heck of a lot more fun than it being a family with no kids. 
I am so grateful for my babies.  Honestly, Heavenly Father really loves me for sending me Beckham and Brayson.  They are the sweetest, craziest, funnest (yes, funnest) kids in this world. 

Five things I love about Beckham right now:
1.  He runs down the hall saying, "ma, mom, mom" looking for me
2. He has the cutest smile, and if you don't smile back at him you have no heart.
3. He waves at EVERYONE!  Today we went to Golden Corral with his GGparents and waved at every single person leaving the restaurant.  Wave back, people!
4. He gets a look when he wants you to chase him.  He stares at you, smirks and then scuttles off as fast as his little legs will take him.  And he's dang fast. 
5. He gives kisses!  It melts my heart when he comes up to me and smacks his lips for a kiss.  Hilarious, cute, and he loves me.  :)

Five things I love about Brayson right now:
1. Everyone who meets him calls him the most "smiley baby".  Little do they know, he has some pipes when he doesn't get his way.
2. When we are in the car, he laughs at Beckham and they either do this back and forth the whole time, or squeal the whole time.  Squealing, not so fun when you're in the car for 45 minutes going to visit family.
3. He still lays his head on my chest.  Beckham didn't do that after he was strong enough to lift his head.  I love snuggling my Brayson.
4. When he sees me in the morning, he gets this smile.  I can only explain it by comparing it to those videos you see of parents telling their kids they are going to Disneyland for the first time.  Mouth open, whole face smile, followed by a squeal.
5. He can army crawl now, and it's the cutest thing ever.  When he sees something he wants, he WILL get it no matter how long it takes, or how far he has to go. 

Jared is seriously the best dad ever, too.  He will always take the time to make sure Beckham knows he loves him.  When Beckham wants to be chased, Jared will drop everything and chase him.  The sweetest sound in the world is that, and then later hearing him hum our babies to sleep when they have a bad dream. 
Life is good :)

For my boys: 20 random facts about me

1. I love running... even though I stink at it.
2. I change my socks at least twice a day. Clean socks are the best feeling.
3. I'm in love with Diet Coke.
4. When my boys go to bed, Jared and I usually go peek in on them before we go to bed. 
5. I crave walnuts.
6. Watching Pride and Prejudice while crocheting fixes EVERYTHING.
7. If I mess up a word when I'm writing in pen, I have to start over if it's only a paragraph or two.
8. I love doing Math.  As frustrating as it is, there is something about solving a math problem that I really like.
9. Cooking relaxes me. 
10. I really did like being the "new girl" in school everytime we moved.
11. I secretely always wanted to break my arm so I could have a cast.
12. I always wanted to have braces... until I got them.
13. When I'm nervous, I bounce.  Even when I am having a conversation.
14. I really want to get my Masters Degree.  I don't know what in, but someday I want one!
15. Skydiving is on my bucket list.  Along with visit England, eat caviar and running  a marathon.
16. I think when my boys get married, I might obsess over their wedding.  I already think about it sometimes.  I'll be THAT Mother-In-Law.
17. I could eat sushi for every meal.
18. I think my parents really were right when I was a teenager.  Even though I said that I would never say that.
19. When I was 7 my mom told me I couldn't ride my bike in the road.  I vowed at that moment that when I had kids, they could ride their bike in the road.  I take it back. 
20. I think wishing on shooting stars really does work.

Pictures

Daddy loving on his little boy right after they brought him to us.

Missing Beckham but so happy for some quiet time

Mommy and Daddy's anniversary= Cheesecake Factory!

Happy birthday!

My poor, sweet little boy!

Beckham fractured his tibia! 
There... I said it.  I feel like the worst mom ever.  On the 13th, he tripped over my foot and fell on the floor and we heard a pop.  Fractured tibia.  It stinks!  Beckham was such a trooper at the hospital.  He was the cutest one there (obviously) and everyone was drawn to him and loved him.  He got a horseshoe splint (which he hated... it prevented him from crawling) and then we went in on the17th and got a bright green cast, which is MUCH better for crawling. 
He's had such an amazing attitude about this and really doesn't show many signs of pain.  He is such a trooper.  Love you baby!