Speak like a Pirate Mountain

Yesterday, Saturday November 12, Quentin and I woke up at 6:30 to go climb R mountain. We planned this the night before, to dress warmly, have snacks, and hot chocolate in a thermos. He woke up, stretched, and then spent a minute or two waking me up and then fifteen to twenty minutes trying to get me out of bed. I'm not use to waking up that early in the morning and I didn't want to get out of bed because it was freezing. We turn the heat off at night before we go to sleep. Saves energy, money, and we like seeing the temperature when we wake up. I eventually got up and got dressed.

The weather channel said it was going to snow that day so we put like three layers on. For snacks we packed hot chocolate, peanuts, truffles, and water. Quentin said he would be needing his hands climbing up the mountain and wanted gloves. I offered him mine and he asked what I would use. I didn't think of that. He also said I needed a tuque(pronounced tuke) to where I asked what is that? He said it is a Canadian word for hat.

We packed our stuff in the car and headed for Wal Mart. He got some really nice gloves and I got a man hat. All the girl hats were thin and pretty. So I went to the man section and got a man hat that would be keeping my ears and head really warm. They only had three colors no surprise since they are guys but the colors were blue, black, and gray. I got the gray hat. After we checked out we headed for R mountain.

The wind was blowing super hard and in every direction. Quentin had fun driving on the snowy roads near the mountain and having the car spin a little. He also liked my reaction. I wasn't too excited about the car spinning a little. But he knew what he was doing being from New Hampshire and having skills with driving in the snow. We got up to the parking area, and started our climb. My left knee was wearing a brace and about ten minutes into the climb my right knee started acting up and hurting. Quentin with his tall self was ten steps ahead of me. I am short so I don't move as fast as he does. But I managed to follow his tracks in the snow and kinda knew where I was going.

 I was also having a hard time breathing the thin air and clouds started descending, wind blowing ever more harshly which I was grateful for because it carried me a little. I think we only took two stop breaks. When we got to the top, I had to pee really bad. We sat on a rock and got really cold. The wind was also blowing us off of our rock. Quentin suggested we move to the other side of the rock which was much better. We opened the thermos and drank some hot chocolate which to my surprise was still really hot. There was so much fog around us we couldn't see twenty feet ahead of us. I liked it and imaged that I was a traveler on a serious adventure. I had fun. My hair got pretty damp, it was interesting. We also took pictures which I will post right...... NOW!

I don't like having my picture taken....This is the result you get. Hands covering my face.











My loverly husband apparently doesn't like pictures of himself either. Or he is just copying me. Like his new gloves? 

 We took a picture of us together without hands covering our faces. Isn't he handsome?! I love this dude. Also, he recently got a haircut and his hair is super short now. His last haircut was a week before we got married. He needed it. And his mom would be happy to hear that he got a hair cut.

 This is the view right in front of us. Cool huh? Dark and gloomy....my kind of weather.

I was scared going back down because that puts extra stress on my bad knee. Quentin said that I need to get another brace. I don't know how I feel about wearing two braces, I am going to look kind of weird. Quentin helped me a lot on the climb down which I was grateful for. We went a different way down which  I didn't know at first. I thought we were lost because I couldn't see our footprints from the climb up. He said that he has been up here enough times to know where he is going in the dark. So I trusted him and we made it safely down.

Just going back to the "my kind of weather" comment... Today it started out dark and cloudy and I was filled with joy. After church there was a patch of blue sky. We got home and an hour later the sun was out. I peeked through the blinds and shouted NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!! I turned to Quentin and said, " You know those people who get depressed when there is no sun around, well I get depressed when there are no dark clouds, snow, thunder and lightening." He just laughed but I was serious. I hope it snows tonight.

These pictures are a view from our kitchen window on Saturday after our hike. Idaho has bi polar weather. We went to the temple with Merritt at 12:30 which looked like these pictures except it was pouring down snow. When we got out of the temple, the sun was out shining and the snow was already melting and turning into slush. That is how Idaho operates their weather. It was an eventful weekend and I loved it!

Three Months into Eternity

When I woke up this morning, Quentin rolled over and said, "Happy three months today!"
Today we are celebrating our three months together being married. We have planned to make a fun fetti cake, go on a walk, watch Courageous in the theater, and just spend time together. Today is just for us.

Life with Quentin seems like it has been longer than three months when it reality, it has only been three months. I don't know if being married changes your time clock, but I don't know where the time has gone. I can say that I have enjoyed every single second of these three months. I love being married. Now that I am married, I wouldn't trade it for anything or go back to the single life. Quentin is my best friend in the entire world and our relationship has gone through some ups and downs but we went through them together. Our relationship has definitely been stretched and tried with Satan bugging us and trying to tear us apart. I know some Saturdays I didn't want to go to the temple or I got upset that we went to the temple later in the day, but Quentin has been there to uplift me and help me see the positive in situations. With this our relationship has grown and been strengthen with Heavenly Father's help.

My new life with Quentin, gosh, I really can't explain my life with Quentin. It is everything I wished for, hoped for, and prayed for. I never expected such a wonderful, peaceful, exciting, happy, comfortable, stressful, and hard life. I knew that it was going to be hard, but I didn't know how hard. Mostly it is just me over thinking and having the little things get to me. But I am learning to be more patient with my husband. He is hard to understand sometimes and other times, he is a real tender person.

I love it when I come home from class and find the laundry washed and dried, the floor vacuumed, lunch in the process of being made, and he did all this while working and playing. He impresses me sometimes with some of the stuff he does. I still haven't had breakfast in bed or a treasure hunt to find a picnic set up. But I guess that is just my fantasy which is fine. I receive some much better acts of love like a head massage, a foot massage, him warming up my side of the bed when it is time to go to bed. He helps me choose what to wear on Sundays and some weekdays. 

I love it when we do things together. We wash the dishes together, make dinner together, eat all our meals together. We do everything together. I can't imagine doing anything without him. I don't want to hang out with anyone else, not even my best girlies. If someone invites me to go do something or go somewhere, I always ask, "Can I bring Quentin?" Most of them are irritated and think that I need some time alone away from him. Then I tell them that I won't go unless Quentin is with me. I think I have lost some friends because of that but I don't really mind because I just care what Quentin thinks and feels. He is the one I am going to spend eternity with and he will be the one in my future.

I love you Quentin, don't ever forget that or doubt it!

My life is a song

A song by Ashley Tisdale discribes how I feel about head massages and people playing with my hair:

 I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what you do to my hair
Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do it

I like what you do to my hair

Oh how I love head massages! I use to get them all the time from my mommy and they felt AMAZING! Now that I am married, I don't get them as often. I have to ask Quentin to play with my hair. He will sometimes braid, brush my hair, and mess up my hair. At church he will play with the ends of my hair because he know not to ruin it. When we are at home, that is another story....

As I write this blog, Quentin is sitting next to me reading it as I type. He has starting playing with my hair and using his finger tips to massage my head. He is so good at it. Quentin thinks he is better at massaging my feet than massaging my head. I don't really mind as long as I get a massage haha :) 

I love his touch. It is so gentle and in a loving way. I am so glad that I married him, I really lucked out! Not just with the massaging attribute, but he is an amazing person all around. Life is so fun and there is never a dull moment. I hope it stays this way. I think my next post will be about our apartment, it has done a good job keeping us warm and snuggly from the snow.