Giving Thanks

Isn't it special that we have a national holiday just to celebrate being thankful?

I am thankful. 

Thankful for my life. For finishing my education. For being able to live in Connecticut. For a husband that works so hard, makes me laugh, and is a joy to live with. For a family that has set such a great pattern of how to love. For being able to be pregnant and get to raise a little girl someday. For the knowledge that families are forever. 

Happy Thanksgiving.

As a disclaimer to these pictures, we have strange holidays around Thanksgiving and do things like roll rocks and shoot guns. And the funniest thing is, I only got pictures of this and not even of our Thanksgiving dinner. Looks like I fit right in.

 Lots of candid shots

 Reading the disclaimer for gun shooting

 Yes, even my 95 year old Grandpa shot the guns. A real WWII hero.

 So tough

 The gun show

 Uncle time

Caramel apple competition

I love these kids.

 We always end our Thanksgiving with family pictures. 

Thankful for this last Thanksgiving with just the two of us, and the many more Thanksgivings to come with our new little family.

Showered with so much St. George Love

Showered is the perfect word for what just happened in St. George. So many parts of my life came together in such a perfect afternoon at my parents home. From friends to high school, college, family from birth and recently through marriage were so generous and loving to me and our future sweet baby girl. 
Thank you. 
Thank you to my mom, Jesika, Sarah and Rachel, and to all the Jensen/Colton family that came so far, and to everyone else I have loved and looked up to that supported us and will continue to through this new life change. 
Sweet Baby, I can't wait for you to meet everyone who was there to shower you!

Love these girls
 Family through Dave, they drove from Vegas, Lehi and St. Johns. So sweet.

 Love my neighbor Jan

Love these three. Sweet women who have been there through all the stages.

 Two soon-to-be cousins hiding out. They set the bar pretty high for our little one!

 Food was delish.

I wonder if she's going to look like me or Dave?

These ladies made the magic happen.
I'm keeping them close and hope our daughter will grow up to be just like them.

A little news...

About the same time that I graduated from law school something else very exciting--much more exciting than graduation--was happening to me. Little did I know but inside of me things were changing, moving and making way for a new addition to the Jensen family.

A month later as I felt the nausea and discomfort I realized that the blessing I've been hoping and praying for might just be coming true. A few pregnancy tests later (I wanted to be sure to confirm and not get my hopes up prematurely) I broke the news to Dave. As I surprised him with the news we both sat for a few minutes, grins on our faces but a deeper joy in our hearts as we contemplated that this might just be real. However with the bar pressing down on me and the nausea welling inside of me it was all I could do to get through the next two months. I think I spent more time in the library restroom than the study desk, all the while offering up silent prayers that somehow the stress and worry wouldn't affect my pregnancy, or that I would know to stop if it was too much. (A few months later I heard about a girl this year in Illinois who was in labor taking the bar...and still passed.) 

The morning after I returned from taking the bar in Albany, Dave and I set off to enjoy Lake Powell and sunshine, and to break the news to my family! It was so sweet see the excitement in my parents faces, the tears in my sweet sister Jesika's eyes, and to see the understanding in my little niece and nephew's face (who had been praying for months for Uncle Dave and Aunt Lizzy to get pregnant) as we broke the news. What a great way to start a family vacation! 
We took this picture right after we got to Lake Powell, just a few minutes after we broke the news!
Words can't explain the feelings I had seeing the heartbeat for the first time, and then hearing it. I think my own heart grew two sizes that day. The quick whoosh of the little heart beat overwhelms me, and is followed by my own sigh of relief and prayer of gratitude every time I hear it. 

The first ultrasound
Dave and I decided we definitely wanted to find out the gender (I blamed it on the fact that I'm such a planner, but really just couldn't wait!).  I had been playing out the scenarios of having the oldest a boy or a girl in my mind for months, but kept feeling that it was a girl despite not having a preference (I will admit Dave was a little biased to blue :). Although the baby was in a crazy position the tech could quickly tell the gender and asked if we wanted to know. We heard "girl" and once again grinned in silence, contemplating how this would change our family and our lives. 
The position she would not budge from, except for to continually kick her little feet!
Her first profile. I am in love.
I think every stage of pregnancy gets sweeter. Along with ditching the nausea, the second trimester has brought increased energy and a new sensation, her movement. A few nights ago I lay sleepless on the bed holding my stomach and feeling her squirm and kick. Every time I feel movement it reminds me that she is real and alive and growing, and that I am blessed. 

I think I've never been so close to tears so often, with my overwhelming gratitude as a gateway to my emotions. Sometimes I wonder how much she knows and feels, and if she has any idea how blessed I feel to be her mom. At times I tell her just that, and all about how excited I am to meet her in just a few months. I already have so many dreams for her and can't wait to teach her all about what means so much to me, and learn so much from her.

So I guess for us it is big news, big changes, big purchases, big appetite, and a getting-bigger belly. The only thing that is still little is our little one, who's growing bigger every day!

Veterans Day

My grandpa is my hero. 

At 94 years old he insisted that he walk the entire parade route in his original uniform. 

Our generation has so much to learn from him. About putting others before self, about serving for your country and beliefs, about what it means to do your duty, about being true to our families even when apart for years by thousands of miles, and about living with honor. 

What a proud representative of the greatest generation. I hope to do him proud.

Oh What a Night

We got together for Lizzie to announce her pregnancy, and little did we know that Jamie was expecting too! There is nothing like being able to rejoice, commiserate and share with someone (let alone two great friends) going through something for the first time with you.
 I couldn't be happier to share this learning curve with these two. Love them both, and can't wait for our kids to meet. 

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