A Lighthouse

The lighthouse near Chimney Rock is a big pile of rusty bones...and I love it. The ruddy hues are perfect for telling the history of each piece of equipment in the machine shop. The lighthouse itself is old, but the light house, like the vessel that holds the bulb and beams of light, is actually well preserved and shiny. A worthwhile trek down the 700+ stairs leading down to the landmark.

Inspiring

Chimney Rock, Point Reyes

I've been through the woods of and marshes of Point Reyes, but I've never been to Chimney Rock. The drive to the look-out is laden with farms from the late 1800's with cows resting in their fields and birds swooping to and fro. I would give anything to live here. This stroll through green hills oversees elephant seal beaches and rocky shores. It's completely picturesque and perfect for pondering.



Every time I look at this picture of Jared I start to sing the Beatles song "Fool on the Hill" - it seems to encompass how I think Jared perceives the world. He's clearly a dreamer and has his own path.



Look at that rock? Isn't it beautiful?! What a story it would tell. I think it's funny that Jared and I both have an appreciation for the outdoors and especially rocks. I love learning about different types and how things formed and "why does this rock have orange moss?", etc. Jared, of course, loves rocks too, but he generally likes to conquer them and be beaten by them. To each his own.



This picture represents my California; green, golden, rustic, and open. Yet another lovely day in Point Reyes.

p.s. thank you Ms. Adeline for your suggestion.

Growing and growing...

Babies in three parts...



I've been loving these three since they popped out. All three have pooped on me, a sign of love I'm sure, and all three have a special spirit and gifts yet to be revealed. They make me laugh and drive me nuts. I love being their aunt and I hope I can be as good of a mother as their own.

...please stop growing.

This is the Place

SURPRISE!

At 6:30am on Christmas morning we pulled up the icy driveway exhausted. We walked up to the house and stood on the doorstep, no lights. Jared called his dad with an answer, "Hi son. What's up?" - "We're outside, can you open the door?" - (dad chuckles) "Really?" - door opens to a dumbfounded, half-dressed dad. This was the start of our surprise Christmas celebration in Utah.

After a couple naps we were ready to celebrate Christmas with the family. Jared got a new wallet, which he loves, and we gave the family a taste of California - two crabs and a loaf of sourdough.



We filled our week with traditions and new beginnings. We rounded up as many people that could be convinced that hiking in the snow was actually a great idea and headed up Adam's Canyon. This year the waterfall was three-quarters frozen and amazingly beautiful. Imagine bleached-white icicles surrounded by yellow rock and blue sky. Luckily, for the non-hikers, the snow wasn't that deep, but that meant icy paths and frequent slipping.



During our impromptu trip we were also able to go to the Salt Lake Temple with Jared's parents. The rooms were beautiful, but I couldn't resist day dreaming about the history of the structure; the sense of purpose and craft that is somewhat lost in modern architecture. The beehive door handles for goodness sake! (google it)

The tastiest day was when Jared and I got to "work", or wear an apron and pretend to mix things, at Smokin' Bones in Bountiful, Utah, open five days a week, also available for catering... Jared's dad and brother-in-law opened this restaurant about 9 months ago. It's full of delicious bbq and corn bread, oh the corn bread. The steak burger is my favorite thing, and so worth putting veganism on hold for, everyone must go.



Our trip included many other adventures and food favorites, insert lefse. We went climbing, naturally, saw many more family and friends, watched Walter Mitty (new favorite movie), and played with nieces and nephews. This was one of my favorite Christmas experiences. The love from parents and the happy feeling of being all together is unforgettable.

Cue Bing Crosby...

O Tannenbaum!

Jared and I are trying to get a grasp on traditions. So far, we're still in the planning stages. However, there are some Christmas habits that I just can't kick. Examples: watching Home Alone, making fudge, and putting up a tree. I thought it would be nice to do Christmas cards, or buy a new ornament every year, but cards are time consuming and Ikea had adorable ornaments on sale last year and I think I'm set for life. Although, we do have a Yosemite bear ornament that is my absolute favorite.
I'm still trying to think of things we can do with our future family. I want my children to know that we celebrate Christmas because we celebrate the gift of the gospel on this earth. Through Christ's birth we received the gift of repentance and salvation. He, in turn, asks us to share this gift with others. How can a family celebrate this gift? I'm not sure yet, but I'm really excited to show my future children this perspective. I also decided that we'll only give three *gifts to our children each Christmas. I'm doing a test run on Jared this year and we'll see how it goes. Babies and kids only like bubble wrap and cardboard boxes anyway, right?

*If you're thinking gold, frankincense, and myrrh, get real. I'm not made out of money.