Memories

I am so glad I blog.  I love to blog.  I love to keep memories in a place that is convenient to me and my family.  I love to look back on where we have been and what we have done. 

I have boys.

My boys may not want to ever read my blog.  They may never be interested in what I have written about them and they may not want to see what they looked like as little, teeny babies; however, I do. 

2004

With my cousin Lindsey and roommate Rachel. 

My life changed forever after this semester at BYU-I.



2005

 My all time favorite picture of me and Stephen. 

We are happy.

2006

 One of many engagement pictures. 

I thought I was fat. HA!

You and Me become: US.

2007

 Deena Barnes (Stephen's cousin) came to live with us.

She was killed in a car accident shortly after this picture was taken.

Her life was too short. 

She was a mother.

She was amazing.

She taught me to live for every moment.

2008

Me and my beautiful sister, Sharla.

We ran a half marathon together.

She came back to run with me.

She could have finished 30 minutes before, but she waited.

She loves me.

I love her.

2009

Edward Forrest Barnes enters the world.

This is the first picture ever snapped of him.

Many pictures will follow.

His birth was a gift.

2010

Nolen William Barnes enters the world.

This is the first picture ever snapped of him.

Again, many pictures will follow.

His birth made me realize I am strong.

2011

This is me.

Now.

Happy, forever.

This blog is for me.  Sometimes I think about making it private for only my eyes, because I write for me.  Then I look at who reads my blog and, really, there aren't many who read it while those that do read are dear friends that I trust and love and want to share my life with always.

With all that being said, this post is about my memories.  I am totally and completely in love.  I love my life.  I love my husband.  I love my boys.  I love them for miles and miles and miles.  I, sometimes, look back and get a little sad at how fast time is flying by for me.  I can't believe I am 30.  I have done so much, yet, I have done so little.  (As a side note, I used to think I was ugly and fat... what a waste of time.)  I look at pictures of me and my family and I can see how happy we really are together.  I want to bottle up these moments and keep them in my heart forever.

Since a bottle of magic memories is not available, I blog.