"Chris" by Megan
There once was a boy from Lodi*
Who liked to wear Mickey Mouse ties.
His sun-darkened cheeks
And striking physique
Made Megan heave quite a sigh.
(*this was as far as I got. Jacob wrote the rest.)
by Kathryn
There once was a girl who loved green,
Chocolate and U2 were her thing.
She also loved Chris
Especially to kiss,
And, therefore, Chris gave her a ring.
by Brynn (last line by Jacob)
In the Rawlins' fam there was a moose
Who had more than just one screw loose.
More looney than ever
She thought she was clever
When she caught Chris in the marital noose.
by my roommate Jen (filled with personal jokes)
There once was a roomie so fruity
Who thought every boy had a cootie.
Now she's ditched single-land
For a gold wedding band.
And to you, Meg, I say, well...Zootie!
by Aunt Karen
Carrie and Megan were roomies
Now they are both with groomies
No more imaginary dogs
Or talking to frogs
Now they are hoping for baby boomies.
by Tammy (not strictly a limerick, but one of my favorites)
Chris and Megan are a cute pair
Who have some things in common.
When Chris is cookin', I know they will share
Many large bowls of Top Ramen.
by JoAnn (Mom)
There once was a guy named Chris
Who wanted a maiden to kiss.
He looked and he looked
And then he got hooked.
And Megan lost the title of "miss."
also by Mom
There once was a man named Chris
Who wanted a Megan to kiss.
When it happened quite late
On their second date,
He said, "I've never been kissed quite like this!"
by Carrie, Michael, and Karen
At Marsha's baptismal dunk
Is where Megan saw her hunk.
He thought she was fine
And said, "She'll be mine."
And Chris gave up being a monk.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Anniversary
We've spent the year leading up to the big day. We've reminisced about when Chris and I met, our first date, our engagement. And now we get the wedding.
We got married in the Mt. Timpanogos temple. It was a beautiful August day. It was partially overcast, both rainy and sunny. It rained while we were in the temple, but not when we were taking photos. It poured during our indoor luncheon, but was bright and beautiful during our outdoor reception.
The officiator at our sealing was Elder Jack H. Goaslind. I wanted to write down some of the counsel he gave us, but unfortunately all of my journals are in storage at the moment. So, I will just have to write what I can remember in my head. He counseled us to always pay our tithing. Chris and I have done so, no matter what our financial state. This has been a unifying force in our marriage. Without question, we pay our tithing and other offerings to the Church. I have often been grateful that this is something we have never argued about or doubted. We have received so many blessings from obeying this simple commandment. Some are obvious and some are more subtle. But all are sacred.
Elder Goaslind counseled us to pray together morning and evening. He said that when we pray, we should vocally express gratitude for each other. Wow, what a difference that little thing can make. We have consistently prayed together for the last ten years. And when we vocally and specifically thank Heavenly Father for the gift of our spouse, the Lord makes the positive qualities of our spouse more noticeable.
He gave us more advice, and it is written in my journal. And then he bore his testimony. Elder Goaslind received the power to perform sealings on earth from President Spencer W. Kimball. He bore his testimony of the priesthood power and that sealings are real and eternal. For me, hearing his testimony was the most touching part of the experience. I also believe and am sure that the power to seal families together on earth is real. It was on the earth anciently and has been restored in our day. I am confident that, as we remain worthy, our marriage will last through eternity.
The wedding day for me had very little stress. Everything went smoothly. For some reason, that you can only really understand if you know me very well, it was important to me to have every aspect of the wedding as simple and inexpensive as possible. My friend and roommate, Jaye, painted an orange lily that Jacob scanned into his computer. Then Jacob designed my invitations (with the lily) and printed them. My sister Rachel took the engagement photos. And my cousin Lee did my hair. My mom made the food for the wedding luncheon. She may have had some help...I can't remember. The decorations were done by my sister Lisa. And for entertainment (this was my idea), we had the guests compose clean limericks* about Chris and me. I thought it was all kinds of fun. And people participated.
The reception was beautiful. We were in my sister's in-laws backyard. The McClearys--perhaps you know them. We had bird-of-paradise flowers and ferns as centerpieces. We also used orange lilies and a few white and purple flowers for variety in the bouquets. My mother-in-law, Suzie, sent us leis from Hawai'i. We had a green cake, frosted white, with crystal frogs on top. My mom and sister Kathryn and another friend made the refreshments. We served cookies (because I love cookies!) and some orange slushy thing with little paper umbrellas in top. At the end of the night, the popular BYU a capella group Vocal Point performed. Chris was one of them.
I thought the whole day was wildly successful. As I look back, I wouldn't change a thing. Two days later, we had an open house in California. My sister-in-law, Tammy, and my mother-in-law, Barbara, were completely in charge of that. I didn't even offer any input. It was also wonderful and a lot of fun.
I wish I had some sort of funny story about the day, but it was just a good, good day. And ten years later, I'm still glad I married him.
We got married in the Mt. Timpanogos temple. It was a beautiful August day. It was partially overcast, both rainy and sunny. It rained while we were in the temple, but not when we were taking photos. It poured during our indoor luncheon, but was bright and beautiful during our outdoor reception.
The officiator at our sealing was Elder Jack H. Goaslind. I wanted to write down some of the counsel he gave us, but unfortunately all of my journals are in storage at the moment. So, I will just have to write what I can remember in my head. He counseled us to always pay our tithing. Chris and I have done so, no matter what our financial state. This has been a unifying force in our marriage. Without question, we pay our tithing and other offerings to the Church. I have often been grateful that this is something we have never argued about or doubted. We have received so many blessings from obeying this simple commandment. Some are obvious and some are more subtle. But all are sacred.
Elder Goaslind counseled us to pray together morning and evening. He said that when we pray, we should vocally express gratitude for each other. Wow, what a difference that little thing can make. We have consistently prayed together for the last ten years. And when we vocally and specifically thank Heavenly Father for the gift of our spouse, the Lord makes the positive qualities of our spouse more noticeable.
He gave us more advice, and it is written in my journal. And then he bore his testimony. Elder Goaslind received the power to perform sealings on earth from President Spencer W. Kimball. He bore his testimony of the priesthood power and that sealings are real and eternal. For me, hearing his testimony was the most touching part of the experience. I also believe and am sure that the power to seal families together on earth is real. It was on the earth anciently and has been restored in our day. I am confident that, as we remain worthy, our marriage will last through eternity.
The wedding day for me had very little stress. Everything went smoothly. For some reason, that you can only really understand if you know me very well, it was important to me to have every aspect of the wedding as simple and inexpensive as possible. My friend and roommate, Jaye, painted an orange lily that Jacob scanned into his computer. Then Jacob designed my invitations (with the lily) and printed them. My sister Rachel took the engagement photos. And my cousin Lee did my hair. My mom made the food for the wedding luncheon. She may have had some help...I can't remember. The decorations were done by my sister Lisa. And for entertainment (this was my idea), we had the guests compose clean limericks* about Chris and me. I thought it was all kinds of fun. And people participated.
The reception was beautiful. We were in my sister's in-laws backyard. The McClearys--perhaps you know them. We had bird-of-paradise flowers and ferns as centerpieces. We also used orange lilies and a few white and purple flowers for variety in the bouquets. My mother-in-law, Suzie, sent us leis from Hawai'i. We had a green cake, frosted white, with crystal frogs on top. My mom and sister Kathryn and another friend made the refreshments. We served cookies (because I love cookies!) and some orange slushy thing with little paper umbrellas in top. At the end of the night, the popular BYU a capella group Vocal Point performed. Chris was one of them.
I thought the whole day was wildly successful. As I look back, I wouldn't change a thing. Two days later, we had an open house in California. My sister-in-law, Tammy, and my mother-in-law, Barbara, were completely in charge of that. I didn't even offer any input. It was also wonderful and a lot of fun.
I wish I had some sort of funny story about the day, but it was just a good, good day. And ten years later, I'm still glad I married him.
The many colors of Sarah
When Ammon was little, he colored everything green. It was the only color he ever used. Then we got Sarah. Sarah can never decide on a favorite color because she loves them all. She switches everyday. This carries over into personality. Ammon, for the most part, is even-tempered and consistent. Sarah is much more colorful. Sarah likes to wear bright colors--lots of different ones at the same time. She likes to be loud and dramatic. Whether she is happy or sad or mad or excited, she expresses her emotion with oh, so much color.
Today we had a singing class. There are eight children in the class. Sarah's facial expressions and actions and singing make her so fun to watch. She loves to perform. But, ironically, she is terrified to perform in front of an audience.
Here is one of Sarah's recent drawings. I think she puts a lot of personal expression into her art. This is a princess in front of her castle. The princess is giving flowers to her friend.
Today we had a singing class. There are eight children in the class. Sarah's facial expressions and actions and singing make her so fun to watch. She loves to perform. But, ironically, she is terrified to perform in front of an audience.
Here is one of Sarah's recent drawings. I think she puts a lot of personal expression into her art. This is a princess in front of her castle. The princess is giving flowers to her friend.
Ammon, the poet
Last week, some of our good friends were able to adopt a little baby girl. It has been a long wait and we are so happy for them. I told the kids that they should make some cards for this family. Ammon wrote a poem. (I tried telling him that he wouldn't find a word to rhyme with adoption and change, but I was wrong.)
A new baby sister! This is great!
Your big brother is the age of eight.
If they make a lot more adoptions
Maybe they'll start running out of options.
If they'll adopt more babies or not
Or put all the babies in a pot.
Maybe the babies will start to cry.
Why do they cry? I don't know why.
Maybe the babies need a diaper change.
This will make it hard to rearrange.
Maybe they want to suck on a binky.
If they need a diaper change, they'll be really stinky.
Now this poem will finally end.
This poem is written by your friend.
And then my sister Brynn was at our house the other day. She had nine little puppies with her. She was trying to give away the puppies. Ammon came in from playing and said, "Mom, listen to this:"
Are you feeling lonely? It's your lucky day!
Come, get a puppy. You don't have to pay.
Rhyming is fun.
A new baby sister! This is great!
Your big brother is the age of eight.
If they make a lot more adoptions
Maybe they'll start running out of options.
If they'll adopt more babies or not
Or put all the babies in a pot.
Maybe the babies will start to cry.
Why do they cry? I don't know why.
Maybe the babies need a diaper change.
This will make it hard to rearrange.
Maybe they want to suck on a binky.
If they need a diaper change, they'll be really stinky.
Now this poem will finally end.
This poem is written by your friend.
And then my sister Brynn was at our house the other day. She had nine little puppies with her. She was trying to give away the puppies. Ammon came in from playing and said, "Mom, listen to this:"
Are you feeling lonely? It's your lucky day!
Come, get a puppy. You don't have to pay.
Rhyming is fun.
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