dirty feet.

today, this morning, was a tough one. at about 1:30 this morning jon got out of bed. he and some work buddies are going camping/hunting/fishing somewhere near, or in wyoming, for the week. the plan was to be ready to leave by 3.

i have had the chance to be a hunting trip widow before. they are some of my least favorite nights and days. i am, might i mention, surrounded by family -on both sides- and have been welcomed to join both in activities and meals while jon is gone. i am very grateful for them. for some reason though, in the past, i have often felt the need to just be home. i think overall its less about being lonely and more about noticing a (very large) void.

i got to spend a good portion of my labor day weekend sick in bed and another good portion of it just trying to recover. (felt very similar to the time, 2 years ago, when my dad was suspecting e coli for the reason he, my brother, and i were all sick.) Perhaps i am feeling jon's void from our home more today because of the role he played in my recovery part of this past weekend.

i am so grateful for a husband who is caring and kind. for a husband who is concerned for my well being. for a husband who gives up his own sleep to help me feel better. for a husband who holds and honors the priesthood. for a husband who is willing and able to give me a blessing of strength and comfort when i need it. (i was overcome with gratitude, and peace -that night especially- just to know i have the priesthood in my home) i am grateful for the provider and the protector that jon is in our home.

our wedding day. in november... believe it or not

this is apparently how i end up looking if the camera takes too long to take a picture.... camera super delayed....