One year. Wow!

Wow, it's been nearly 3 months since my last blog post.  I was once told by a friend that he knew someone whose activity online directly reflected her somewhat messed up relationship with her husband and that the more unhappy she was in her personal life, the more she looked for validation on the internet.  While that is not the case with my blog absence, I will say I find that the happier I am, the more I forget about my phone, facebook and blog.  So, in a nutshell I am happy.  So happy that sometimes it feels like I've borrowed someone else's life and I don't want to give it back :)
It's interesting that today is the day I finally took the time to blog, because today is one year from the day that I moved back from California. I moved home broken and full of heartache with two plans.  One was to stay single and trust no one for a long, long time.  The other was to elope with my former fiance and ask the Lord to make it work, even though he had already made it known that he disapproved.  I never thought that in less than two weeks I would meet the man I want to spend forever with, or that I would fall in love with him so fast and so deeply.  And I would have laughed if someone told me that I would marry him in 7 weeks.  And that he was one of the few people I know who center their lives around Christ completely and that he would become my hero.
My hero got his patriarchal blessing last week and I was able to be there with him.  I love taking these steps with him and I feel bad that I'm sort of grateful for his years of inactivity in the church so that I can be with him for his blessing, receiving the Melchizedek priesthood and his endowments.  The blessing was beautiful and the day he goes to the temple will be amazing because he's preparing himself and trusting in the Lord to get him to that day.
George baptized our little Vanessa on the 19th of this month.  It was incredible watching them together making a special memory that they will both cherish for the rest of their lives.  I love my crazy family so much!  Her grandpa Leo confirmed her and just as he started the blessing, Vanessa opened her eyes and looked at me through a little space between two of the men in the circle around her.  I mouthed "I love you" and smiled at her and she smiled and mouthed the words back to me.  At that moment my heart exploded!  These six kids are mine.  This family is mine.  And for some reason they know I'm theirs and they love me.  I am truly the most blessed woman in the world!  I hope someday I feel worthy to be their momma, but until that day I'll just be grateful that they keep me.

Day 7

Day 7- a picture of someone/something that has had the biggest impact on you.
I'm going with the obvious on this one and posting a picture of my husband.  I've thought of several people because I've mentioned him a million times on here but really, he's changed my life forever and made me want to be a better person.  Everything about him is wonderful :-)

My life is better than yours. For reals.

Check out the title of my post!  I'm not joking when I say this is the most syrupy sappy and sickeningly annoying post ever.  I could stop there, but I sorta feel that anyone so rude as to say that out loud should at least explain why their life is the best.  So, here I go.
My life is the best because.... well, pretty much for the same reason most women think they have the best life.

The day I met George.

Lets start off with my family.  I'm not going into the feelings I have for my husband because if you follow my blog at all, you've heard plenty about him, being that we're newlyweds and all.  If you've not been following, you can read about how he was worth breaking all of the rules in an earlier post.  Now that I've said that I won't go into my feelings, I WILL give some examples.  I think of the things I get my feelings hurt over and I feel like a hag (The husband isn't allowed to call me that, because it's what he calls his ex-wife.  To him I'm The Bag).  Yesterday I said something and he looked at me, made a stupid face and said "nehnehnehneh..." with his tongue sticking out like a child.  (I would have said blahblahblah but I'm a girl).  It was 7 pm and he'd just had one of those days where he was up at 3 am for work and walked through the door at 6:45 that night and here he was teasing with me instead of being a bump on a log as I'm sure I would have been after working all day.  When he does silly childish things like that I call it "Rig mode George" because he's still winding down from work and has spent his day with stupid childish family-less boys who joke and make fun of each other.  So, he was still rig mode George.  And I pouted.  He spoils me and on the rare occasion he makes me feel stupid , I know he didn't mean to. 

Our 5 month anniversary was last week.  I wrote on his Facebook wall that I love him and happy 5 months.  He never replied.  He checks FB on his phone every day and jumps on there occasionally at home but really, the man is gone 15-16 hours a day... I think the last thing on his mind is commenting on a post.  But he didn't and I checked every day for a comment until I finally got mad, commented for him, and then deleted the whole thing.  Childish?  Oh ya.

I thought he might kill me for bringing home Mutt #2 right before Christmas.  But he didn't.  And he's helping train the annoying thing.  Not many men would do that with a huge puppy they didn't want in a 3 bedroom house with 8 people and one dog already.

Basically I have the best husband ever.  He's being patient with his super high mantainance moody hormonal menopausal wife and loving me with all of my faults (and there are A LOT!)

Seritta and Adam

My children.  I have the best teenage daughters by far.  I couldn't ask for better.  And the craziest boys.  The oldest is so serious (it even says so in my sidebar to the right so it must be true) and the twins are crazy and wild and break things and fart and burp and, well you've heard all about them already.  Vanessa is just Vanessa and I love her so much because she is who she is and she loves me even when she shouldn't.
The dogs.  Jack is a human trapped in a dogs body.  I swear he understands English.  Bobo is adorable.  And annoying.  And he's also learning very fast.  And we love them :)
The house.  I love my house.  I had a hard time at first, knowing George lived here with Stephanie.  But then I realized it was never their home.  She didn't change anything when they moved in... not the hideous wallpaper in the bathroom, the depressing green paint in the kitchen, the grandma curtains all over the house.  She even left the tacky plastic on the stairs.  But I am making it our house with our big backyard where the boys play and the girls and I jump on the trampoline in the rain and huge master bedroom that houses 3 girls.  Since I moved in, the curtains (I made new ones for the bay window) and stair plastic are gone, the wallpaper in the bathroom is halfway off, the carpet is being replaced.  And in 5 months this house is more mine than it ever was hers.

Me and Kelly, the kids stepmom,
 Ice skating.  Those are
Vanessa's fingers

Even the ex's.  My ex's love my kids.  No absent fathers, no withholding child support.  They are of course, ex's and I have plenty of animosity over the marriages but thats over with and as far as ex's go, they aren't bad.  Camilla and Jarom's stepmom is just like a sister.
I could go on forever really.  My job and my boss.  I love my job.  George's job with 26 weeks off a year.  My family here within 10 minutes of me.  My friends who are like family.  My in-laws who love me. 
So as the title of my post says, my life is better than it's ever been and I wouldn't want anyone else's.