Sundays are probably my most favorite day of the week. The entire day is devoted to my Heavenly Father, delicious food, and I get to spend the entire day with my husband. Seriously, thanks to our Nursery calling, we are never apart from each other. Although, I really do miss Relief Society and most of all I miss having our brother and sister-in-law in our ward. Church is wonderful, but add them to the equation and it's outstanding!
These pictures were taken by Will and me. We got a new Canon EOS 60D during the Christmas season and we love it to pieces. What we have learned so far is all thanks to none other than Will's adorably hilarious sister, Emily.
It was a gorgeous Sunday afternoon so Will and I took a drive through Provo Canyon and hiked our little tushies up to Bridalveil Fall. Due to the lack of snow this season, I thought it would be snow-less when we got up there so I wore little Vans. Bad idea. My feet felt as if they were about to fall off when we got done taking pictures. But, I survived and so did my toes. It was fun and we want to do it again come Sunday. If the sun had a face and wasn't capable of completely obliterating me, I'd kiss it. Here are some shots from our glorious relaxing Sunday endeavor:
I love my body. I am grateful for my health. I just wanted to add that to the mix before it seems like I'm ungrateful. I just want to give my hips an ear full, is all. I mean lack thereof. I'm just going to say it, I do NOT have hips. I was not blessed with a curvaceous body. I never knew it until the majority of my peers pointed it out. I thought I had a great body growingup. I mean, growing up I don't think my innocent naive brain ever thought about what is normal, sexy, attractive, any of those things. I even thought I had curves. Pssh, was I wrong or what! But, now that I look back at my teen years, I remember that my waist was the same size as my hips. I mean, I was a pencil. That's also what Will said to me one time while walking the aisles of our grocery store, "You are the cutest pencil!" I looked back at him with disgust, not proud of my hip-less genes. But, it was nice that he added cute in there. Almost, as if he was sugar coating an insult. I know he means no harm.
I just couldn't help, but think, I don't have a curvy sexy bod. Oh, the insecurities of being a woman. LAME! It's interesting how I was so happy with myself (still am) growing up, not knowing if my hips were small, medium, or large, and still I was content with myself because I didn't care what people thought of me. Now grown up and aware of what our society defines as beauty, it has become a temporal struggle with my hip-lessness.
Okay, I know I have hips, I'm just combining hips and muscle/fat surrounding the hips synonymously. We cool? Cool. The whole point of what I'm trying to say is, that my lack of hips is an insecurity. It's okay to have insecurities, let's you know you're still a mortal. But, it's not okay to compare my hipless body to anyone that could possibly be photoshopped into having the perfect body. I have done that. But, it is wrong to do. Every time I fall into the temptation to compare my body to someone elses, it's perfectly aware to my Heavenly Father that I am ungrateful, because he gave me this body.
I am lucky. I wear my little hips proud. Even if they aren't childbearing hips. You never know. I actually hear hips become wider after having babies...now I'm just rambling. I watched this video a couple of days ago. If you watch this, beware, you will be crying a river. I promise you. I was not warned and did not have a box of kleenox on hand. It was messy. These beautiful little girls are angels. They will change your perspective on life.
