Grandma

My one and only grandma I've ever known passed away last night. She was 75 years old. She had only been diagnosed with cancer just a month ago, but it came on too strong and took her from us faster than we ever thought it would.

As I was crying last night Jeff was holding me and said: "Ya know, I really don't know how people outside of the Gospel handle death...it would be so hard if you really thought that was the end."

It's so sad to us that there are so many people in the world that don't have the comfort of the Plan of Salvation. Without that knowledge I think I would be so bitter and resentful right now. But I'm not.

I love my Heavenly Father and while I cry because Grandma isn't with ME anymore, I'm happy because she's with her parents, her brother, and so many other people she loved for so long in her mortal life again. And most importantly she's back with God and our Savior. She's not in pain anymore, which she had been in a lot pain for the past couple months.

It'll be a strange adjusting period for my family because everything that's ever involved holidays has been surrounded around Grandma. It's like we are stepping into a new phase of life - my mom is now a grandma herself and likely will be getting more and more grandchildren in the near-ish future to make up our new extended family.

Since my grandma is the only one I've ever known she had a big impact on my life. So much of her personality got passed on to my mom, my sister, and I.

My grandma always was concerned about other people. She rarely (or really, never) thought about herself. She was constantly worrying about someone and how she could make things better for them. I remember several times in my life where she would voice her concern to me about my situation. I think it was the best way she knew how to love people was by serving them and caring about what was happening to them.

The most recent time she was concerned about me was about six months ago when she took me aside and told me I needed to graduate from college before having a baby. I kind of laughed and told her I was going to wait, but even though it was funny that that would be a concern of hers I thought about it later and how sweet it was that she would be thinking about my future and what was best for me.

I think I got my laugh from my grandma. My grandma always laughed loud and long. I loved making her laugh and I probably tried too hard most of the time to do so. I think I inherited my laugh from her, because whenever I truly laugh....which is generally only around people I'm comfortable with.....I kind of sound like her.

My grandma's name was Karen Margean, but she always went by Margean her whole life. My name is Amber Margean which I love. Growing up people always said my middle name wrong and sometimes they thought it sounded old, but I never cared. I love being named after my grandma. I love the concept of linking two people together like that. It's always made me have a very special place in my heart for her.

I want to pass on something special like that to my daughters when I have them. I feel like it connects you with your ancestors (living or not) and gives you a better appreciation for them.

Aside from being named after my grandma, I think my favorite part about her was how she called me her Sunshine. Like I said, I loved making my grandma laugh.........ever since I was little. I loved that she saw that happiness in me and really saw the best in me come out. Grandmas have a way of doing that, I think. She always made me feel so special and so loved. Being her "Sunshine" was a constant reminder to me that I needed to remember to shine and be happy. That's all my grandma really wanted was for me to be so so happy.

And really........I am so so happy. I have the best, most supportive husband. I have a wonderful family and someday will have an awesome family of my own. Maybe that's why my grandma had to leave, because she needed to warn my future children all about me, ha ha.

I love my grandma and I love God for placing me in her life.

This week is going to be hard, but I love that I can feel the comfort of my Savior and know that my grandma is happy. :)

Babies and Beyond

I entitled this like I did because I like messing with people's heads. Ha ha.....sorry, I'm really not that funny.

(just in case you don't get it, I think it's funny because my family and friends are going to think I'm pregnant if I mention the word "baby" in anything :) )

I love babies and small children more than...................really anything......and I show it quite rigorously.......so naturally I think most people think I should have been pregnant long ago. Especially since I've been married for a year and a half.

Seriously, I should have two babies by now, right? :)

A year and a half. Jeff and I kind of completely skipped over our half anniversary this year. Whoops! That was 5 days ago, I guess. Hmmm...it's ok.......it's not like a half birthday where the half cake is next to necessary.

So anyways, I'm not pregnant. Sorry for the title. It's a Monday..........my husband is going to be gone till 9:00 tonight cause he's a good student.......I really just needed entertainment, even if this doesn't trick anybody. :)

This post IS about babies though! I've been thinking a lot about small children lately. Mainly because I study them everyday at school and work and in my personal life when I happen upon one. I love toddlers and pre-schoolers, they are seriously so fascinating. I love asking them questions and seeing how they view the world.

Every time somebody asks me what my major is I'll tell them and they will pause and then say... "So, what does that mean?" I just kind of laugh and explain it to them. The next thing they usually say is: "You must be SUCH a patient person, that's so great! I could never do that...etc."

I usually just take the compliment, cause I don't like proving people wrong, ha ha. But really, I think my professor said it best about a month ago at the beginning of the semester when he said: "People in our profession always get told that they must be extremely patient people working with small children, but rather than being patient, we really just 'understand' the small children to the point of giving them what they need......teaching them....etc."

I sooooooooooooo agree with that. I consider myself a patient person with small children, but really it's because I feel like I understand them. I don't think I could ever work with teenagers or adults, because for the most part, I flat out don't understand them at all.

My biggest frustrations in life, that I voice to my husband probably more than he wants to hear, are how completely ridiculous I feel like other adults are. The way they act, the way they present their lives, the way they treat others.......I don't understand it, and that's why it's a good thing I'm an Early Childhood major.

I could have never been a business major like my husband. All they do is work with adults! Jeff will listen to me rant about people and he'll put his two cents in, but for the most part our conversations will end with him saying how everyone is different. He'll generally leave the conversation without any guile or misunderstanding or weirdness towards the person.

I feel like I'm the same way with little kids. Many people look at babies or small children and they will think......why are they crying, why do they misbehave so much, why can't their parents just deal with them......and I'll leave my opinion of that child similar to how my husband leaves his of adults.

I should have taken an adult psychology class......it probably would have helped me out a little bit, ha ha.

Speaking of babies, my sister-in-law had her baby on Friday last week! She's the first baby in the Hunter family. I have nine nieces and nephews on Jeff's side of the family so I'm pretty used to kids being around in that situation, but my side has never had babies so it'll be fun!

On a completely unrelated note, today in one of my classes I had to explain to one of my classmates what the word "discern" means. (This is another reason why I can't work with adults, because I don't know how to dumb things down for them without treating them like complete idiots) I was kind of baffled in the first place why she didn't know this word......but then when I had to explain it to her again ten minutes later it was even weirder, ha ha.

Oh the American education system.......it's a gem. And I will soon be part of it as a chosen career. Cheers. :)

Today.

I haven't posted in awhile....... but I have class in ten minutes so this is going to be quick!

Things on my mind today:

I LOVE FALL!!!!!!!! I love it, I love it, I love it! Fall is seriously the greatest season of them all. I get so happy for reasons that are unknown, but nonetheless, great. I love the weather (I wore my cute coat today for the first time this year), I love the leaves, I love the activities that happen (General Conference, Halloween, Thanksgiving), and I love getting ready to celebrate Christmas (which in turn has nothing to do with fall, but whatever, the anticipation is brilliant)! I love fall.

I also love psychology. I learn SO much about myself and people I know when I study psychology. I'm grateful that all of my classes are psychology based. My major is pretty much the best of all possible majors. In my Young Children At Risk class this morning we talked about some awesome things relating to psychology and it made me very happy.

Everyone ever has a baby and a house. Everyone. Ever. Luckily I'm not really wanting those two things today otherwise I might be very jealous. (k, it's not that I DON'T want those things, I just don't want them right now) Seriously though, you can't go on Facebook and not see a new baby or a new house. Seriously. Ha ha. It makes me happy for the future, I guess?!

I really really really want to do my student teaching. Really badly. As much as I love sitting in class and learning cool things (like psychology), I wish I was doing my student teaching too. I love my job (most days), but it's working with old kids.......old kids are weird.............yes, I'm calling eight and nine year olds "old kids". I just LOVE toddlers and pre-schoolers......sigh. Wishing I was doing my student teaching today.

That's about it for now.....sorry, this is really short and scattered.....I gotta go learn about immigration now in my next class. It'll be good. I'm sure a couple of my classmates will have very opinionated views on it. I'll just sit in the background and watch the mad debates happen. :)

Lots and lots!

A lot has been happening lately, but all of it can pretty much be summed up in.......getting ready for school.

I'm so excited for school to start! Ah!

A week ago I ended my mowing job because I started another job for the school year! I'm working at an elementary school in for the YMCA after school program. I had training all of this week.....which was slightly brutal for reasons I won't go into (ha ha), but now we start school on Monday and I'm so stoked!

It was crazy strange leaving my mowing job. Five summers. Five. Five full summers of mowing. I must be insane. No, it paid for school so it's all good. I have so many awesome memories from it too which is wonderful. Although it was a great job in many ways (mostly social ways), I'm glad I never have to go back.

It's like the end of an era. I'm never going back. I'm graduating, getting a real job, growing up......

It feels SO strange, but really nice.

The job hunt that eventually ended with the YMCA was nuts. I was so frustrated for so long (ask my husband), ha ha. I checked openings on like five different job boards everyday and I applied for....not exaggerating....forty or so different jobs.

I've always been super lucky with jobs.......when I actually, eventually obtain them. I seriously think God has placed me specifically in every job I've had to teach me something great. You could say that's wishful thinking, but I say it's just plain the truth.

I can look back on all my teaching jobs at the various schools I've been at and see exactly what Heavenly Father wanted me to learn.

With this school year approaching I had a lot of emotions going on with finding a job. I was upset that I couldn't go back to my autistic pre-school job.....I'm graduating soon so I felt this weird sense of entitlement that I needed to work with babies or pre-schoolers......and I mostly just wanted a job on campus because really, what would be better than that? Nothing, I dare say. :)

The Child and Family Studies and Education Departments on campus kept having all of these great openings. Some jobs where I could work with the kids in the children's school where I'm doing my student teaching. Others where I could be a helper for my professors. There were about five or so options like that and I applied for them all.

Weeks went by...........I kept calling them. I realized that they probably weren't going to do interviews till right before school, but it was still frustrating.

In the end, I applied, got the YMCA job.

Not even three hours after I accepted the YMCA job I received a phone call from my department at Weber asking if I wanted to interview to be a professor's assistant.

..............

And what did I do?

I said no. I cried later and felt weird, but I knew I needed to say no because of the feeling I got when I accepted the YMCA job.

I was talking to my mom on the phone about it and I think she said it best (this isn't a direct quote, but good enough): "Yeah, the job on campus would have been convienent and nice, but with this YMCA job you're going to impact lives and be able to be an awesome example for kids that have nothing."

I think in the end that's one big blessing I'm going to get from this job. I saw even with back to school night the level of poverty the school I'm working at has and it's really just sad and humbling.

God probably knew I needed humbling more than anything else, which is probably why I got this job.

In the past week I've actually had a couple more offers from the on-campus jobs that I applied for in my department/children's school.......which has been hard, but I know in the end I got the job that I did for a reason.

Another hard thing was seeing one of my EXTREMELY cute autistic boys at back at school night. Ahhhhhh....my heart broke. I said hi to him and he got really shy, but I know he remembered me. It was so cute to hear his little autistic babble again. His older brother goes to my school (I'm really hoping he does the after school program, ha ha).

Bah. Dang kids. They are so cute!

So after much toil and rearranging, my life is officially set for school to start on Monday. Hooray!

The school I'm working at, although it is very low on the socioeconomic side of families, is actually really cool! It used to be a junior high so it is huge and has all of these amazing resources. It has two huge gyms, an auditorium with a big stage and tons of seats, a really nice library, and a cool kiva type commons area. It'll be neat to use all of the different spaces for the program.

Well, I have a full day of things to do to get ready for school so I better go. We are going to the temple too which will be  nice to do right before school! I love the temple. :) I'm excited to go and think about all of my blessings, I have so many! Although it was a long process getting a job I really do feel very blessed. I'm very grateful that God knows what I need. It'll be an interesting year discovering what exactly He had in mind for me with this job!

Cliche peace

I've started so many posts lately and then have given up on them halfway. There have been about five times this past week that I have started a post and not finished it. Why can't I finish posts??? Hmmm....we'll see how far I get on this one!
The other day I posted on Facebook that I found the place in Blogger that shows me how many "views" my blog posts get. I kind of decided that people don't understand my humor because they took my post on Facebook kind of strange.....but I guess I've always known it takes strange people to understand me so it's all good in the end, I suppose. :)

After having this blog for two and a half years I finally found where it tells me how many people read it. My average was about 50 views per post. I was totally shocked! I was really flattered, but still completely shocked.

When I started this blog it was mainly used as a ranting place where I would write about what I thought about life. It hasn't changed much since then, but I really never thought that many people would read it.

I've been told by some people that have happened upon my blog before that it sounds too cliche, the things that I write. And other people have told me or my husband that some of the things I talk about are weird or cheesy etc. In the end, the only reviews I have ever gotten from people have been negative. My husband has always told me not to take them negatively, but how can I not when people say stuff like that to your face? Ha ha!

Because of those things I always thought my blog wasn't viewed much.

That didn't stop me from writing, because I love writing and this is the easiest way I know how. I'm not good at keeping a journal, but I wanted my kids to have something that I've written someday.

I want my kids to know how blessed of a life I have. In lots of ways I'm sure that's why people have told me my blog is too cliche. In today's society nobody is really allowed to actually have a great life, right? Everybody is allowed small moments of greatness, but people get jealous and feel bad when they happen upon somebody that claims to have a great life all the time.

Honestly, I do have bad days and stupid things do happen to me, but I still think I'm extremely blessed.

Today was fast Sunday so we had fast and testimony meeting in Sacrament meeting. While people were bearing their testimonies I started thinking about people in my life (like I often do). I think about my family (all three parts of them).....friends.....basically anybody I know. As I was thinking about these people I started thinking about how they all feel about their family....or their spouse. I started thinking if each of them could pick one word to describe their relationship with a family member or spouse what would it be?

(I should have been a psychology major....sometimes my brain is strange. I will often tell Jeff I've been thinking of things like that and he'll look at me strange and sometimes say: "why are you even bothering thinking of stuff like that?" My answer is usually: "Cause it's fun?")

Then I thought of mine and Jeff's marriage and if I had one word to describe it what would it be.

I sat there for a minute and tried to think of something that wasn't cliche......but I had already thought of the word "peaceful" and couldn't think of anything better.

Jeff and I have crazy lives. We are very busy both working full-time and when we are in school it's even crazier. We go and do lots of fun things together and never have a dull moment. We are always laughing at each other. But somewhere in the middle of all of that is peace. No matter what is happening there is always an underlying sense of peace.

I felt extremely grateful in that moment because I know that there are people in my life that I know can't say the same thing about their situation.

But it gets even better!

Not even five minutes after I was thinking these thoughts.......call them cliche, I don't care.......

Our AMAZING Stake Primary President who is in our ward got up and bore her testimony. I seriously love that woman. She is one of the greatest examples I've ever had.

She stood up and started talking about primary childrens' prayers. She said that since she gets to go around the stake a lot and listen to lots of little childrens' prayers she started picking up on a specific theme. She said that children always pray for safety. And it's true, when you think about it, the majority of their prayers are centered around getting somewhere safely or being safe in their lives.

Our Stake Primary President is an elementary school teacher and she told us that it is very apparent when looking at the kids at school who has that "safety" in their lives and who doesn't. She testified about the peace that the Gospel brings into our childrens lives and that we as parents/adults can offer that peace.

I've definitely seen that while working in schools also. The job I had last school year was one that was in an inner city area and honestly, I think only one of our students was LDS. In fact, I'm not even sure if he was, but if anything we only had one out of all our children. You can definitely tell the difference when children have the light of Christ in their homes as opposed to when they don't.

I was so grateful for that testimony that she bore of the peace and safety that should be in our homes and in our childrens lives.

It's strange sometimes how Heavenly Father answers prayers that we don't even know we've said yet. It was really neat to me that I had just been thinking about the subject of peace in marriage and then to have such a wonderful woman bear her testimony of peace in the family. It was like God was answering a prayer that I didn't even know I needed.

That seems to be happening a lot lately. Maybe that's why I haven't been able to finish posts......I've kind of been at a loss for words. I haven't really known how to put my feelings into writing.

I know that God knows our needs before we know them. I know that He wants to answer our prayers.

I know that my blog sounds cliche and that people might think I'm putting on a show......but in the end, I know I'm not. I really am as blessed as I make myself sound and writing it all out is one small way that I can give back to the people that have made it that way.

For the love of autism and toenails!

My family is awesome. Out of all the reasons I can find describing why they/we are awesome.....I think the one I've learned to be fondest of is the magnitude in which we LOVE things. My family doesn't just like things. And we really have a hard time even loving things. Oh no. It's a whole different deal. When we love things it's usually close to down right obsession.

When we find a good song.....it plays in our lives 25 times a day for two weeks straight. When we find a good tv show......it's all we talk about till it's over. When we meet cool people in our lives.....they are who we want to be around and talk about all the time. Etc.

Does that make us crazy? (k, don't answer that)

No, but really, that's a quality that I feel like my sister and I have learned from my mom that I love. (LOVE) It makes life so much more passionate and exciting. We aren't just partial lovers of all things good. We are intense and devout.

So in some ways I'm not surprised I broke down crying when I looked up jobs on Ogden School District's website and saw that they had a posting for the job I had last school year.

Oh my goodness, I LOVE those autistic kids! Not being able to go back next school year is SO sad for me! I grew to love them more than I have ever loved any other kids/students I've come in contact with. Geez, it was hard seeing that posting. Ha.

Sigh. But that's life, I suppose. Those kids taught me hundreds of little lessons about life that I would have never learned if I hadn't had that experience. I'm very glad I had that experience even though it is sad I can't go back.

I've been dealing with finding a job this whole summer, actually, but the hunt has become even more intense the past two weeks or so. It's been a little difficult because my school schedule is CRAZY this upcoming semester! I have morning and afternoon classes which leaves no room to find a good job, ha ha.

I've had some interviews and haven't heard back yet. Blaaaah. We shall see what happens. :)

I just keep telling myself that I'm so close to graduating and all of this part-time job working around school maddness will be done forevvvver.

In other news, Jeff and I went to Batman yesterday with my family! It was rather depressing....and I had to keep leaning over to ask Jeff what was happening (don't mock me, I'm smart in OTHER areas of life), but yeah, I can see why people love it so much! It was pretty awesome despite my lack of understanding.

Jeff and I had a funny conversation yesterday that I have to document it for my future posterity.......

Jeff and I fight about really ridiculous things sometimes. Ha ha! We were laughing throughout the majority of this "fight" so I guess it really isn't a fight.

In the end, I think Jeff won, but that's besides the point. I like to think my side of things has validity.

We went to Olive Garden just the two of us before seeing Batman yesterday and as we were eating Jeff randomly said: "It would be way fun to have twins."

Disclaimer: I'm NOT pregnant. We just talk about babies lots cause I like babies and Jeff is nice to talk about things I like.

I then proceeded to say: "I think the scariest part of it for me would be getting them mixed up."

Jeff: "I bet that has happened a lot before..."

Me: "Yeah, but I have a plan." (As if it's actually gonna happen, ha ha.)

Jeff: "What?"

Me: "Just paint their toe nails different colors!!"

Jeff: "No no no no no no!"

Me: "What?"

Jeff: "I am NOT painting my twins boys toe nails! They will wear different colored socks or outfits!"

Me: "Yeah, but socks come off easily. You want to chance getting them mixed up? It wouldn't have to be ALL their nails...just like one big toe or something. One green toe and one blue toe."

Jeff: "No. Never."

Me: "What on earth?! It's not that bad!"

So yeah...........the conversation went back and forth like that off and on for the next half hour or so. Ha ha ha, I still think it's a brilliant idea, but Jeff wouldn't ever allow it. He says we can do that if we have girl twins, which is good, I guess.

We really are never going to have twins, but I just thought it was a hilarious conversation! (and I'm documenting it so someday people will tell me I'm right and he's wrong :) )

Jeff and I have had a pretty fun summer! We went to St. George back in May with our friends to see Brian Regan. We went to Washington D.C. in June. Lots of little things this month with all three of our families: camping, cabin, Bear Lake, Real soccer, movies, holiday celebrations, and more!

I'm very grateful that I have Jeff and my family to talk to and go do fun things with. I have a ridiculously good life! I'm grateful that I can call my mom whenever about whatever for however long I want. I know lots of people who don't have that kind of relationship with their parents, so I'm glad I do.

I have the best support system ever. It's a strange time of life because I slowly see how in the next five or ten years I'll really be completely out of contact with most, if not all, of my friends. It's times like this though when I see how great my husband, mom, and sister are that make me know they are really the only friends I need. I'll always have extended family too, but it's good to know that my immediate family will always be my best friends.

I guess we will see what August brings! Hopefully a job.......definitely school is starting....and the ending an era of mowing. I will hopefully post again before school starts, but no promises. :)

Cause When It Comes To You I'd Rather Have You By My Side...

July July July.....

Hooray for July! One of the biggest hoorays for July is.....only 29 more days of work! Ha ha!

Oh my goodness, this summer of work has been so interesting. Or rather, it hasn't been interesting at all which in turn makes it....interestingly awful. I feel like I need to write about this mostly to set the record straight in my own head. Usually writing helps me figure out what I'm feeling and lately I've been feeling like I need to write about how to I feel about mowing. I think I just said "feel" about five times in that sentence. Ok, maybe only three.

I LOVE mowing. If I didn't I wouldn't be on my fifth summer of it. Over the past couple of years I've met some of the best friends I'll ever have, which is wonderful. Along with that I've learned that even in weird situations like a grounds crew you can have lots of uncomfortable politics and what not which I think ultimately is the reason I chose to be a gang mower this year.

I've had such a love/hate relationship with gang mowing. It's really fun when the grass is long, for some strrrrrange reason I've fallen behind schedule, (this never happens) and I kind of need to hurry.

And yeah, being away from the politics is lovely. :)

However, I waste so much time. Ha ha ha. I actually work for probably half of time I'm actually at work.

Ok, so normally people would be like.....what on earth, Amber, you should be basking in gratitude for the fact that you're getting paid to do nothing!

Sure.....maybe......

I'm just not that kind of person though. I think I get that from my dad. My dad is an extremely hard worker and I think growing up I just watched him, wanted to be like that, and now I am.

The other thing that has been making me pray for school to start is the heat lately. Oh my goodness. The past four years being on the crew I handled the heat fine, I think. Yeah, it got hot, but when you're weedeating or edging you don't really notice. You're just sweating out all of the misery the heat brings. With gang mowing.............

It's quite the opposite. You just sit all day long and roast. You can't move around....you just bake in the heat. Ha.

Eeeeeeek. Needless to say I'm very glad this is my last year of mowing.

Next year will be interesting. I don't really know what will happen, but something good is bound to arise.

When I graduate I get to do six credits of "work experience". According to what they are telling me I get to be given a job by a professor and do it for two months. I'm really hoping I'll be able to convince my professor to get me a job as an early interventionalist.

There are lots of programs that deal with this kind of profession, but the one I want to get into is in Davis School District. They have a program where you can work with babies - birth to three years old - who have special needs. How cool would that be?? I think I would love that job. But.....we'll see what happens. I have no idea what kind of availability there is for that specific program.

I'm kind of hoping whatever "work experience" I'm given will be open enough to actually hiring me. Ultimately I want to own a preschool, but.............my apartment and stage in life aren't really condusive to that right now. Ha ha. I can't even imagine having ten or twelve 4-year olds running around my apartment. They wouldn't fit! My harps wouldn't stand a chance. I guess we have a big enough backyard..........? Ha. No.

Another thing I wanted to talk about in this post was Jeff. Ewwwwwww....mushy, right? Ha. No, I don't think so.

Ever since my age of friends has been out of high school/gotten married etc. I have noticed that everybody is trying to outdo each other with how great their lives are. Ha ha. That's honestly probably just the time of life we are in, but it's kind of funny to watch sometimes.

A constant theme that I have seen is the comment that my friends make (I've probably made it too) about their husbands on Facebook. "Happy Birthday to the BEST husband ever!" "Happy Anniversary to Us! I have the BEST husband in the world!" Best best best. It's always best. And really, these girls aren't wrong.....they are actually right. However, even though they are right, they actually are wrong. :)

Their husbands aren't "the best", but they ARE "the best for them". :) Which really in the end means they are the best! (???)

I was talking to Jeff the other day about different couples that we experience in our lives and one thing that got brought up was the fact that sometimes people we know get kind of hyper focused on what is wrong with their spouse. In the end, they feel like they have to tell us about it, ha ha. We hear things like....I wish he/she was more like this....or....I wish they didn't do that....etc.

As Jeff and I were driving in the car I told him: "Ya know, I honestly have never thought anything like that about you. I've never been so annoyed that I've wanted you any different." .......and luckily he agreed and said he thought the same about me, ha ha.

Sure we've been frustrated with each other at random times.......we wouldn't be normal if that wasn't the case.......but nothing has ever annoyed me about him to the point where I dwell on it, want him to change, or tell people about it.

I consider myself extremely lucky for that fact. And I can truly say that Jeff really is the best.....for me. He knows exactly who I truly am. He knows how I'm feeling before I figure it out myself usually. I have an awesome husband! He will always be my better half for sure.

I think if I had a song playing in the background of my life this is what it would be.....

Keith Urban - Better Half

In fact this song played in the background at our wedding reception!

(I'm really hoping that link works! :) )