Predicament

Seve and I were to be moving this weekend, but it might be postponed. It's a long story that I'd rather not bore you with, but suffice it to say that we're waiting on move-in approval for our new place that will definitely take us by next week, we were just hoping for this weekend since Seve starts teaching this week . . . so he'll be going on ahead while I wait here for a week, until he can pick me up (and our moving van with all our stuff) next weekend and we can finally, finally, finally move.

When I first received this news I was really flustered, but now I'm seeing it as a good thing. One more week with the people I'm about to miss terribly in the apartment and town I've fallen in love with and I'm sad to leave behind? Well, all right, if I must.

Anytime will do, my love

I'm really proud of this guy. He recently graduated with his Bachelor's in Theatre/Speech Education and he's currently busy with the BYU-Idaho Theatre Summer Camp, of which he's the director/creator. I remember the morning he woke up telling me he had this amazing dream about organizing a theatre summer camp for high school kids up on campus. It's wonderful to see that dream come to fruition a year later.

Seve and I will be moving in just two weeks! Also, we're getting a new car. Also, I've been packing for the past four days while Seve's been busy with the camp. No matter how tiny our apartment is, or how little we seem to own, packing while 31 weeks pregnant has proven to be a slow, daunting task. It's pretty ridiculous. Like, carry-three-books-at-a-time-into-the-next-room-to-place-in-a-box ridiculous. Get three more books, repeat. Ugh. But I'll be finished in time for next week, which I plan on being packing-free so Seve and I can relive first dates/kisses/ice cream cones/etc one last time before we move.

Back to three-book packing!

Wolf Wolf & Wolf

Just bought this Wolf Totem for our nursery from Bark Decor. It's a flour sack towel, but it's so large I see no problem using it as a receiving blanket, wall hanging, sheet thing, whatever. I'm thinking of also picking up the Ghost/Banjo Owl and Catalope; what do you think? Too much?

Strange love, strange misery

This summer has been so wonderful, I don't want it to end.

It all really hit me the other night at my baby shower (pictures to come soon; thank you Chelse & Kenz!) that we'll be leaving Rexburg in a month and closing a pretty significant chapter of our lives. We’ve been compiling a bucket list of things to do one last time before we leave (Big Jud’s, Yellowstone, Slide Hill) and things we’re surprised we’ve never done in the first place out here (sand dunes, caves, Mesa Falls).

More importantly, we’ve been reminiscing on things we’ve already done, whether we would have thought to include them on a bucket list or not. Like one time when I walked straight into a moose's snout, or when I longboarded down a hill in a bikini only to roll my ankle. Or our first date to the Teton Flood Museum where I talked the whole time and Seve laughed at all my dumb jokes. When Seve had to shave the top of his head for a play, but keep the sides long and bleached. When we camped on the roof of our building, when we saw Joshua James, when we flung water balloons into an unsuspecting baseball game, when we snuck around the Ferrin Heights apartment building only to later get married and become tenants there.

It was always strange to watch friends move away one by one, though that's the nature of things in a college town. Now it's our turn.

Rexburg, I’ll miss you.

#fail

Nice try, Urby, nice try.

Nursery Inspiration

When you find out you're having a little one, I highly recommend stopping by Lay Baby Lay for some nursery inspiration. Seve and I want a lumberjack-themed nursery; here's a little inspiration board I've created LBL-style. Some of these things we already have, some we're registered for, and some I can only dream about . . .

1. Cardboard Deer Head
2. Nickel Pendant Light
3. Blue Mountain Pillow
4. Sleigh Crib
5. Grizzly Doll
6. Red Rocking Chair
7. Teddy Bear Hat
8. Highlander Plaid Rug
9. "Grow a Beard!" Print
10. Blue Frame
11. Owl Pillow
12. Century Dresser
13. Red Gingham Coverlet

So much past inside my present

I love the ad agency I work at with all my heart.

I am a copywriter. When most people ask what I do for a living and I respond with this, they assume I'm referring to legal copyright and that I somehow spend all my time with the © symbol.

"Copy" basically refers to the text on print ads, brochures, television/radio scripts, etc. It's the words to back up the visuals in advertising; the "Just Do It" to the Nike swoosh, the snarky "Lather, Rinse, Luxuriate, Repeat," on the back of a shampoo bottle. A copywriter is the person who replaces the "lorem ipsum" with real content when a graphic designer sends them an ad, or we send them the copy and they use that to create a visual. A copywriter, as the name suggests, writes copy.

Seve and I will be moving soon. He'll be graduating, I'll be leaving my job, we'll be having a baby. My title of breadwinner will be transferred to him, and my title of copywriter will disappear for the time being.

Though I deal with copy everyday, I can't find the words to explain how much I'm going to miss my job and the people I work with. Watching new projects bloom and relationships form with new clients is hard to swallow because I know I won't be part of it all in a month's time. As excited as I am to move with Seve, to be a mother, to start something new, I can't help but feel that a very significant part of my life is withering away, and I'm already mourning its loss.