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The girls got to carve pumpkins with Nanny T, Sherpa and Auntie Ashlie while skyping Daddy. Savannah wasn't the biggest fan of scraping out the pumpkins, she thought it was yucky. Tessa loved the feel of it and had so much fun! It was also the first time Tessa had seen Daddy on skype. It was so cute! Tessa has had a pretty hard time adjusting to the move and all of these new people that want to kiss and hold her. She is especially not fond of men and the only two men she was attached to, Daddy and Uncle Andrew are gone. Yesterday was the first day she played with Sherpa and she finally left my side and ran around the house screaming and laughing instead of screaming and crying. trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-45854504816766949852012-10-24T16:48:00.000-04:002012-10-30T16:52:24.123-04:00SEE YA IN TWO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Uncle Andrew left for his mission to Copenhagen, Denmark. We'll miss that cute boy! He'll be a great missionary!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-35993314604872142852012-10-22T20:02:00.001-04:002012-10-22T20:02:47.249-04:00HALLOWEEN PARTYING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Savannah went to her first party without Mommy. I'm going to die when she goes to school! She went with Aunt Tricy to London's Halloween party. She LOVES Aunt Tricy and and had so much fun! She's the cutest little butterfly I've ever seen!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-55636624630735271362012-10-04T13:06:00.000-04:002012-10-04T13:26:11.342-04:00TREVOR'S NEW OFFICE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Trevor got a new job and we're moving back to Utah! We are thrilled beyond words! Anytime someone comes to the house Savannah tells them, "My Daddy got a new job and we're moving to Utah!" The excitement at our house is at an all time high! This job has been in the works for a few months and I've tried really hard not to talk or think about it too much. Now that it's really happening I'm bouncing off the walls and am so excited to be able to talk about it. Here are some of the reasons I am so insanely excited...<br />
1. This is Trevor's dream job! Ever since he was in flight school he's talked about working for this company. His dream is becoming a reality! I am so proud of him!<br />
2. My MOM!<br />
3. Being naughty with Beeka<br />
4. Tyton (my nephew I've never met)<br />
5. Leone (my niece I've never met)<br />
6. Play dates with cousins<br />
7. Maybe, possibly, hopefully purchasing our first home.<br />
8. Dr. Dries (Pediatric ophthalmologist that was finally able to diagnose Tessa's eyes) <br />
9. Dr. Zarbock (our favorite pediatrician)<br />
10. Sleep overs with Ashlie!<br />
11. Family dinners<br />
12. Playing games with my family<br />
13. My mom<br />
14. I get to see Andrew before he leaves for <span class="userContent">Copenhagen Denmark on his mission.</span><br />
<span class="userContent">15. Holiday party's with family</span><br />
<span class="userContent">16. Seeing extended family (most of the them haven't met the girls)</span><br />
<span class="userContent">17. Aston (Tessa's boyfriend)</span><br />
<span class="userContent">18. Lunch dates, play dates, shopping, anything with Kumari!</span><br />
<span class="userContent">19. BBQ's with the Marshall's</span><br />
<span class="userContent">20. Only one state away from Cel, aka Celestial my lover</span><br />
<span class="userContent">21. Cafe Rio</span><br />
<span class="userContent">22. Texas Roadhouse</span><br />
<span class="userContent">23. Sidewalks to run on</span><br />
<span class="userContent">24. Races on Saturday's</span><br />
<span class="userContent">25. My mom</span><br />
<span class="userContent">26. Trick or treating with family</span><br />
<span class="userContent">27. Snow</span><br />
<span class="userContent">28. Sledding</span><br />
<span class="userContent">29. Snowboarding</span><br />
<span class="userContent">30. Snow angels</span><br />
<span class="userContent">31. ANYTHING in the snow!</span><br />
<span class="userContent">32. Four seasons</span><br />
<span class="userContent">33. Cold weather</span><br />
<span class="userContent">34. Pinnacles Gymnastics </span><br />
<span class="userContent">35. Shopping</span><br />
<span class="userContent">36. Regular temple trips</span><br />
<span class="userContent">37. My mom </span><br />
<span class="userContent">38. Girls nights with my mom and sisters</span><br />
<span class="userContent">39. Triathlons with my mom</span><br />
<span class="userContent">40. Cascade Lake</span><br />
<span class="userContent">41. Boating with family</span><br />
<span class="userContent">42. I so want to take my family to Gigi's ranch!</span><br />
<span class="userContent">43. Utah Schools for the Deaf and the Blind</span><br />
<span class="userContent">44. THE MOUNTAINS!!!! I fell in love with Trevor in the mountains; hiking, climbing, camping, exploring caves, camp fires, movies in the truck. He is more of a manly mountain man than anyone I've ever met. It's where he's the most confident, relaxed, happy and carefree. I cannot wait for our girls to know that side of him!</span><br />
<span class="userContent">UTAH, HERE WE COME!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!</span>trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-38511461876745011952012-09-18T17:05:00.002-04:002012-09-18T18:21:19.407-04:00GULF WORLD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We went to Gulf World Marine Park in Panama City. It was clear our little Savannah is growing up when she was more concerned about socializing with the big girls sitting next to her than she was watching the dolphin show. :( Poor little Stitch couldn't see the dolphins. The glare of the sun on the water was too much for her. She wouldn't even look in the direction of the dolphins. She also didn't get a nap that day, which is why she isn't wearing glasses. She likes to rip them off when she throws temper tantrums. Savannah's favorite part was watching the scuba diver in with the sharks cleaning their tank. Panama City is beautiful! We definitely need to go back to visit the beach!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-3577034341168046042012-09-18T16:49:00.001-04:002012-09-18T16:49:48.772-04:00WHAT HAPPENS WHEN STITCH EATS CHALK...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We were outside drawing with chalk and Stitch kept trying to eat her chalk. Every time she'd put the chalk in her mouth Daddy would remind the girls if they ate chalk they would turn the color of their chalk. I had to run an errand and took Savannah with me. This is what we came home to. Uh oh. Looks like somebody ate too much blue chalk.trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-89568576554115658942012-09-12T10:55:00.002-04:002012-09-12T11:00:48.793-04:00COOLER WEATHER AND SIDEWALK CHALK<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I opened the back door the other evening to let the girls play in the backyard and was so happy to feel that it was just as cool outside as it was inside. I cannot even tell you how excited I am to go running outside at noon when Trevor gets home from work today. It's still warm but I'll take a little bit of heat over boring treadmill running any day! Yay for fall and cooler weather! Time to turn on Christmas music!<br />
We were so excited it was cool outside and had so much fun that we stayed out way past our bedtime drawing dinosaurs on the driveway. The girls were in heaven!<br />
Those are all Trevor's dinosaur drawings. Do you see him under the truck drawing the tail that Savannah insisted the dinosaur has? Isn't he the best Daddy in the world? I think so.trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-126139627745664172012-08-25T17:42:00.000-04:002012-08-25T17:42:49.542-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Stitch had an appointment with her ophthalmologist yesterday. For the first 9 months of her life she went to the ophthalmologist at least once a month. She hasn't been for a whole 6 months. I was really excited to get a picture of her sitting in the exam chair since she's big enough now to sit there by herself. The office is really big. It has 2 waiting rooms, the general waiting room and then the pediatric waiting room. She did really good in the general waiting room but as soon as they started walking us back to the pediatric waiting room she went crazy and wouldn't let go of her death grip on my arm. It broke my heart that she remembered and was so terrified. Last time it took me, the doctor and 2 nurses to pin her down to dilate her eyes and to do her exam. :( Luckily this time they didn't dilate her eyes so it was more of a pleasant experience, although she still hated every second of it. I've been so frustrated because she will not leave her glasses on. Her doctor said she has learned to focus the best she can with her glasses off so when we put her glasses back on her it's like she's wearing two pairs of glasses. She said Tessa's eyesight is bad enough that she should be "guarding her glasses with her life," so she gave us a prescription for eye drops that will make Tessa's eyes super blurry, to the point she can't see a thing with her glasses off so hopefully we'll get her out of the habit of taking them off. She usually takes them off when she gets mad at someone. She usually rips them off, it's her way of being defiant or rebelling, and then screams at the top of her lungs, so this may be a tough habit to break. May the force be with me. I wasn't able to get a picture of Tessa but I did get a pretty picture of Princess Savannah sleeping on the way home. Ha ha!<br />
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I've been waiting for a picky eater because I've never met anyone as picky as me, and I figured I probably deserve it. Ha! I now introduce you to the worlds pickiest eater. It's been such a struggle in the last month or so to find food she'll eat. I can always count on oatmeal and fruit but those are the only things she consistently eats. Everything else she spits out after 2 bites. I made PB&J the other day and she was in heaven. Today's been a long day, she's sick and teething so she hasn't been happy and I've done anything to try to keep her comfortable... she's had PB&J for lunch and dinner today.trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-4365849228805844332012-08-07T18:44:00.003-04:002012-08-07T18:52:07.014-04:00SAVANNAH THE GYMNAST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Savannah went to her first gymnastics class. Watching a bunch of 3 year olds in leotards is the cutest thing I've ever seen. I love Savannah's bum in her leotard.<br />
Anyone who knows Savannah knows she is obsessed with dinosaurs. She spends the majority of her day acting like a dinosaur; whether she's eating, playing or watching a movie, she's still a dinosaur. When gymnastics started Savannah couldn't see us, we were behind her behind the glass. She was super nervous and was shy at first. I loved observing her interact with other kids and adults. For the first few minutes when she was nervous she pretended like she was a dinosaur. I love her awesome imagination and that her comfort zone is being a dinosaur. She did so good! Her favorite part was walking sideways on the balance beam.trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-90432820342496773402012-08-01T10:27:00.003-04:002012-08-01T10:29:35.556-04:00CRAZY SLEEPY HEADS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since Savannah was a little baby she's slept with her blanket wrapped around her head. Not just loosely, but dangerously wrapped around her head. I go into her room several times a night to take it off. The top picture is how I've found Tessa the last few nights and the bottom picture is Savannah every night. Is this how all children sleep? Silly girls.trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-4699115714364070302012-07-20T17:57:00.001-04:002012-07-20T22:27:31.501-04:00SERIOUSLY!?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Savannah's closet has all of my craft stuff in it; stickers, beads, scrapbook paper, wrapping paper, fabric, any craft supply you can think of is stored in her closet. She has a child safety thing on her door knob. She was really quiet during nap time so I thought she had fallen asleep. I must have not shut the door all the way. Turns out she spent those 3 hours destroying everything she could get her hands on in the closet. The pictures don't quite do it justice. I need a vacation.trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-21898159899862397052012-07-20T15:02:00.000-04:002012-07-20T15:17:53.286-04:00OUR LITTLE STITCHYesterday Tessa's early intervention therapist, Miss Susie came. When she got here she was asking me how Tessa's doing and I was kinda venting to her about Tessa's temper tantrums. She was thrilled that Tessa's throwing temper tantrums because her milestones are right on track. It was cute to see Miss Susie's face light up when I told her about the tantrums. Anyways, I was telling her how Tessa will get mad at me, look right at me, rip off her glasses (she usually smacks herself in the face while doing it because she gets kinda violent) and screams at the top of her lungs. I think Miss Susie couldn't imagine Tessa doing that. Tessa is always so sweet and quiet while she's here. Tessa had therapy and did really well. She of course was a perfect angel. Right before Miss Susie was going to leave Savannah said she needed to go potty. Miss Susie offered to watch Tessa until we were done in the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom she was laughing so hard. Apparently Tessa was trying to climb over the back of the couch. Miss Susie said "no no Tessa". Tessa looked at her and scowled, then continued trying to climb over the couch. Miss Susie stopped her again and said "no no Tessa." Tessa looked right at her and scowled, ripped her glasses off, smacked Miss Susie in the face and screamed. Have you seen Lilo and Stitch? We have our own little Stitch.trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-76146390470250263482012-07-15T21:32:00.000-04:002012-07-15T21:32:20.620-04:00PLAYING IN THE RAIN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Savannah and Tessa LOVE playing in the rain! Anytime it rains they sit in front of the window watching it rain, begging me to go play in it. Anywhere else I would be embarrassed about my girls playing in the rain naked and in their underwear. But not in Bama! We fit right in!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-30277517411951097512012-07-15T21:19:00.000-04:002012-07-15T21:45:00.532-04:00FREEDOM FEST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Princess Savannah Banana will do anything to make her Daddy proud. Including going on a crazy high zipline! She loved it and wanted to do it again! It started raining right about dinner time so it gave us the perfect excuse to go out to dinner. We went to Brasas Brasil. The restaurant was dark with candles lit. It was more romantic than I remembered. I'm pretty sure any romance anyone was having left when Stitch (Lilo and Stitch) aka Tessa threw 2 glass plates and shattered them on the floor. Then screamed at the top of her lungs. Not cry or mad screams, she just wanted to communicate to everyone that she was there. It was a super fun night! I love my little family!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-53330933714651251502012-07-15T20:44:00.001-04:002012-07-18T17:42:06.369-04:00MY SURPRISE 30TH BIRTHDAY PARTY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Trevor and my really good friend Julie Prince threw me a surprise birthday party! Julie had so many fun things planned, her house was decorated so cute and she made her most delicious ice cream cake. I wish we had more pictures but who wants to take pictures when they're partying? I also wish I would've gotten a picture with everyone there but we didn't think to take a picture until later so there are some people missing. It was so much fun! I had a very happy birthday!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-33287577170216968332012-07-14T13:31:00.004-04:002012-07-14T13:31:54.448-04:00SAVANNAH THE RUNNER GIRL!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Trevor got me a treadmill for my birthday. Savannah loves when I run on it and sometimes begs me to run. She spends a lot of her day playing on it and pretending she's running. She was pretending to run on it the other night and we decided to turn it on for her and put my music on for her. She loved it! It was so cute!! Anytime we're outside she shows me how fast she is. I love that she thinks she's a runner and I cannnot wait until she's old enough to take her on runs with me!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-62880393846249024672012-06-26T20:40:00.004-04:002012-06-26T20:42:38.919-04:00GARRET AND TRICY'S WEDDING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Garret and Tricy's wedding was the reason for our trip to Utah. It was beautiful! Tricy was a gorgeous bride! The location was so pretty! I'm so excited to have Garret as part of the Taylor family! He's an awesome brother in law to add to all of my other awesome brother in laws! I could go on and on about Trevor's brothers, Ashlie's husband and now Tricy's husband too! They are the cutest guys ever and they're all so unique. I hit the jackpot with Trevor's family! Anyways, we're so excited for Garret and Tricy! They're such a great couple and in just the small amount of time we've spent with them, we can see they bring out the best in each other. Congratulations Caywood's!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-53158996663580987932012-06-26T20:11:00.000-04:002012-06-29T15:30:24.654-04:00SAVANNAH'S 3RD BIRTHDAY!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We celebrated Savannah's birthday while we were in Utah. We had Trevor's family and some close friends over at my families house. My mom made homemade pizza (she is the most amazing cook!) and a dinosaur cake! Savannah was in heaven with her dinosaur cake and still talks about it. She got cute clothes, pool toys, sidewalk chalk, books, lots of dinosaur toys and a bike! It was a super fun night!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-67335461773621843322012-06-26T19:42:00.000-04:002012-07-15T20:10:26.478-04:00UTAH!!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This was my favorite trip we've ever had to Utah! We had way too much fun! The weather was perfect, the mountains were beautiful and we have the coolest families!!!!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-11494830617988615072012-06-26T19:26:00.002-04:002012-06-26T19:26:51.406-04:00TESSA UPDATETessa had another MRI on her brain the day after we got home from Utah. She saw the neurologist yesterday for the results and she is doing great! The cyst in her brain is gone. Huh? I saw three doctors about her last MRI and not a single one told us about the cyst. I'm annoyed that no one told us about it but glad I didn't have to worry about something that ended up not being a problem anyways. And her brain is growing! Yipee! The large empty space in her head is getting smaller and her brain is growing! The neurologist told us we don't even need any follow up appointments. The delays were just due to her low vision. Best news ever! I'm the happiest mommy in the world!trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-86992698306306479102012-06-22T14:27:00.000-04:002012-06-27T15:25:15.842-04:00UTAH VALLEY MARATHON<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everyone keeps asking me for the gory details of the race but there really weren't any. It was the freakin coolest thing I've ever done! I'm still so pumped and hyped up over it. Last night I was laying in bed and thought did I really do that? I'm a marathoner?!?! I'm bomb diggity! It's fair to say that running has gone from a hobby to an obsession. Wow. I need to relax. Can you tell I loved it?<br />
Since it was my first full marathon I had no idea what to expect and I trained HARD. Usually while training for a race if I have to miss a day of running it's not a big deal but I didn't miss a single day while training for this race. I planned everything around my running schedule. Now I'm happy to know that I can miss a day here or there and it's still doable. The day before the race I was psyched! I woke up at 6 on Friday morning and jumped out of bed because the race was the next day and I couldn't just lay there! I was so sick on Friday. I think I was as anxious, nervous and excited as I was the day before I was induced to have a baby. Not only was I worried about myself and whether or not my body could really run 26.2 miles AND run it in my goal time but I was super worried about my little brother Andrew. He signed up and was excited to run the race with me but had no idea what was coming. The most he ran while training was 10 miles. On Wednesday he had grad night and stayed up all night long, Thursday he climbed Lone Peak (one of the tallest mountains in Utah) and on Friday he weight lifted and went ice skating on a date which of course kept him out all night, then we he was supposed to run the marathon the next day. I honestly didn't think he would make it past mile 18, which would be humiliating. Andrew and I decided we weren't going to run together. I can run a lot further but his pace is a lot faster. So the gun goes off and off we go! It was awesome! At mile 13 I was so excited because that was the half marathon mark and the furthest I'd ever gone in a race and I still felt great! At about mile 18 I passed the race pacer who had the 3 hour and 45 min goal. Words cannot explain how excited I was! I had absolutely no idea how long this was going to take me. I didn't train at a certain pace. I was just training to finish. My goal was just to finish under 5 hours. I didn't know how that would go I just hoped and assumed it would be doable and I didn't want to set myself up for failure by making an unrealistic goal. I searched for Andrew the whole time and never saw him which had me concerned because I thought there was no way he would be that fast without training and with the crazy week he had beforehand. Around mile 20 there was a big sign that said "push through your wall!" What wall?! I'm on a roll baby! I was so happy with how well I felt. None of my joints were hurting which was my biggest concern. At mile 23 I needed to get water and they didn't have any ready. I do NOT walk. I always jog through the aid stations and no matter how tired I am I refuse to walk, I'll push through the pain. Because hey didn't have water ready I had no choice but to walk through the aid station if I wanted water, which I desperately needed. It killed me! When I picked my legs back up to run again my legs felt like concrete. They were so heavy and got so tight so fast. The last 3.2 miles felt longer that the first 23. They were rough, but I did run the rest of the way. I saw my Dad in the crowd about half a mile from the finish line, ran and gave him a high five and then he ran though the crowd the rest of the way with me. I saw my mom and sister in law right before I got to the finish line. My sister in law was freaking out screaming for me which I SO loved! There were also so many people for the last couple of miles with there hands out ready to give high fives. The little kids would get so excited. It was pretty cool! I finished in 4:20. Not fast but it was faster than my goal time. As soon as I saw my Mom I asked her where Andrew was and she said she hadn't seen him yet. I started to panic. Then she told me she hadn't seen him yet because he was so fast, he finished the race before they even got there! He ran it in 3:20. Holy smokes! Punk! It was amazing! So much better than I thought it would be. Trevor's sister Ashlie and her husband ran the 10k too! They did awesome! Before I ran the race I wondered if after I ran it, it would be something I would want to do again. I start official training for my next marathon on Monday! <br />
<br />trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-80512573127824430552012-05-21T12:16:00.002-04:002012-05-22T08:56:04.674-04:00IF YOU WANT A THING BAD ENOUGHThis is a quote I grew up listening to my Dad quote frequently. I quote it to myself often while running. I ran my last 20 miler before the race and I am PUMPED!<br />
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<u><b>IF YOU WANT A THING BAD ENOUGH</b></u><br />
If you want a thing bad enough<br />
To go out and fight for it<br />
Work day and night for it<br />
Give up your time, your peace and your sleep for it,<br />
If only a desire of it<br />
Makes your arm strong enough<br />
Never to tire of it<br />
Makes you hold all things tawdry and cheap for it<br />
If life seems empty and useless without it<br />
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it<br />
If gladly you sweat for it, fret for it, plan for it,<br />
Lose all your terror of God and of man for it<br />
If you'll simply go after the thing that you want<br />
With all your capacity<br />
Strength and sagacity<br />
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity<br />
If neither cold, or poverty, famished or gaunt,<br />
Nor sickness nor pain<br />
Of body and brain,<br />
Can turn you away from the thing that you want<br />
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it <br />
YOU'LL GET IT!!!!!<br />
<br />trevorandsarahtaylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06981813884331758496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1908928991105022201.post-13355917588546935372012-05-21T11:58:00.000-04:002012-05-23T12:18:18.993-04:00JOURNAL POSTTessa's birthday was an emotional day for me. Looking back on the past year, the ups and downs of figuring out all that's going on with Tessa, the things we've learned, how much we've grown, it's been a humbling year to say the least.<br />
January was an especially hard time for our family. We found out Tessa has Ocular Albinism and her results of her MRI came back abnormal. I hit rock bottom. I spent most of my time crying with Tessa. I just wanted to take Tessa, find a dark cave and hide where nobody could comment on my precious baby, no doctors could tell me all of the things that were wrong with her. She is perfect the way she is. My heart was so broken. There was one morning that I woke up and within a few minutes of being awake, while still lying in bed, the crying began for the day. I knew things had to change. This was not the wife or mother I wanted to be. Around that time my Relief Society president and really good friend brought me over dinner and flowers. They will never know how incredibly much that meant to me. The Relief Society president also has a daughter with special needs. I didn't feel so alone. She has been such a great support and given me so much hope this year. <br />
When one of the nurses was checking on me in the hospital after I'd had Tessa, she reminded me that although Savannah is now a big sister, she is still a baby. I've had to remind myself of that so much this past year. It was such great advice! Savannah has gone through so much this year as well. Because this has been a hard year on mommy, it was a hard year on Savannah. I've expected so much more of her than I should have. She is such a caring big sister. She is always trying to help Tessa with something. She gets so concerned when Tessa's glasses fall of. She has been forced to learn so many unselfish qualities this year. While it breaks my heart to think of how she has at times been neglected or sat and watched tv for hours at a time because mommy is in her room crying, I am so proud of her! She is such a sweet little girl. She is such and obedient and caring daughter and sister.<br />
I feel like I can relate so well to the mom in Dumbo. I can't sit through that movie without crying because I feel like that's me, except in an elephants body! Ha! I have no tolerance for anything negative being said or done toward Tessa. Some things that people say are very surprising. I learned a few weeks ago that Trevor is on the same page. Savannah had a friend over playing and her friend hit Tessa on the head with a toy baseball bat. In our 6 years of marriage I've never seen Trevor get so angry. It made me so happy though. I've said it so many times, one of the things I fear the most is Tessa being bullied. I'm glad to know that not only does she have a crazy mama bear, she has a crazy papa bear too!<br />
Now, I look back on this past year with a heart full of gratitude! I am so incredibly grateful for what I've learned. Most of what I've learned I know I wouldn't have learned any other way. I feel like I've learned more about compassion, service and love in this past year than I have in my whole life combined. Tessa is scheduled for another MRI next month and I am ok. I know that the Lord knows what's best for Tessa, for our family and for me. If things get tough again, we will become stronger. We've come so far, individually and as family! <br />
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