3 Years!

Seth and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary on Wed. Feb. 3, 2010. It feels like we've always been married because I can't imagine life without Seth. Our life just keeps getting better and better. Many trials have come, but we have gone out to meet them, hand in hand. We are so thankful that we were married in the temple, and we know we will be together forever.

Our lives are greatly blessed as we continue with our family prayer morning and night, and our family scriptures study. We had an interesting time with Family Home Evening at the beginning of our marriage because it seemed strange to do FHE with just 2 people, but now it is part of our lives (and I can play the piano for our opening song now, and sometimes evens sing at the same time!). For FHE we have been memorizing things together.

We have memorized all the Articles of Faith, and we have memorized "The Family: A Proclamation to the World." (It took us a long time, like 8 months, but it was worth it!) It has been a great blessing in our lives to study this proclamation together, and to learn about how important marriage and families are, and how families can be successful in this life. A couple of my favorite parts are:

"Marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God and that the family is central to the Creator’s plan for the eternal destiny of His children."

"Happiness in family life is most likely to be achieved when founded upon the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ. Successful marriages and families are established and maintained on principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities."

All these principles are key to a successful marriage and family, and we are striving to incorporate all of them in our life together. We sure aren't perfect, but we are improving every day, and we are so happy. Our future is bright, and we are excited to spend an eternity together.

"Rabbi Ben Ezra" by Robert Browning

GROW old along with me!

The best is yet to be,

The last of life, for which the first was made:

Our times are in his hand

Who saith, ``A whole I planned,

Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!''

Not that, amassing flowers,

Youth sighed, ``Which rose make ours,

Which lily leave and then as best recall?''

Not that, admiring stars,

It yearned, ``Nor Jove, nor Mars;

Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!''

Not for such hopes and fears

Annulling youth's brief years,

Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark!

Rather I prize the doubt

Low kinds exist without,

Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark.

Poor vaunt of life indeed,

Were man but formed to feed

On joy, to solely seek and find and feast;

Such feasting ended, then

As sure an end to men;

Irks care the crop full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast?

Rejoice we are allied

To that which doth provide

And not partake, effect and not receive!

A spark disturbs our clod;

Nearer we hold of God

Who gives, then of his tribes that take, I must believe.

Then, welcome each rebuff

That turns earth's smoothness rough,

Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go!

Be our joys three-parts pain!

Strive,and hold cheap the strain;

Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

For thence,--a paradox

Which comforts while it mocks,--

Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:

What I aspired to be,

And was not, comforts me:

A brute I might have been, but would not sink i'the scale.

What is he but a brute

Whose flesh has soul to suit,

Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play?

To man, propose this test--

Thy body at its best,

How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?

Yet gifts should prove their use:

I own the Past profuse

Of power each side, a perfection every turn:

Eyes, ears took in their dole,

Brain treasured up the whole;

Should not the heart beat once ``How good to live and learn''?

Not once beat ``Praise be thine!

I see the whole design,

I, who saw power, see now Love perfect too:

Perfect I call thy plan:

Thanks that I was a man!

Maker, remake, complete,--I trust what thou shalt do!''

For pleasant is this flesh;

Our soul, in its rose-mesh

Pulled over to the earth, still yearns for rest:

Would we some prize might hold

To match those manifold

Possessions of the brute,--gain most, as we did best!

Let us not always say,

``Spite of this flesh to-day

I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!''

As the bird wings and sings,

Let us cry, ``All good things

Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!''

Therefore I summon age

To grant youth's heritage,

Life's struggle having so far reached its term:

Thence shall I pass, approved

A man, for aye removed

From the developed brute; a God though in the germ.

And I shall thereupon

Take rest, ere I be gone

Once more on my adventure brave and new:

Fearless and unperplexed,

When I wage battle next,

What weapons to select, what armor to indue.

Youth ended, I shall try

My gain or loss thereby;

Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold:

And I shall weigh the same,

Give life its praise or blame:

Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.

For note, when evening shuts,

A certain moment cuts

The deed off, calls the glory from the gray:

A whisper from the west

Shoots--``Add this to the rest,

Take it and try its worth: here dies another day.''

So, still within this life,

Though lifted o'er its strife,

Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last,

``This rage was right i' the main,

That acquiescence vain:

The Future I may face now I have proved the Past.''

For more is not reserved

To man, with soul just nerved

To act to-morrow what he learns to-day:

Here, work enough to watch

The Master work, and catch

Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play.

As it was better, youth

Should strive, through acts uncouth,

Toward making than repose on aught found made:

So, better, age, exempt

From strife, should know, than tempt

Further. Thou waitedst age: wait death nor be afraid!

Enough now, if the Right

And Good and Infinite

Be named here, as thou callest thy hand thine own

With knowledge absolute,

Subject to no dispute

From fools that crowded youth, nor let thee feel alone.

Be there, for once and all,

Severed great minds from small,

Announced to each his station in the Past!

Was I, the world arraigned,

Were they, my soul disdained,

Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last!

Now, who shall arbitrate?

Ten men love what I hate,

Shun what I follow, slight what I receive;

Ten, who in ears and eyes

Match me: we all surmise,

They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe?

Not on the vulgar mass

Called ``work'' must sentence pass,

Things done, that took the eye and had the price;

O'er which, from level stand,

The low world laid its hand,

Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice:

But all, the world's coarse thumb

And finger failed to plumb,

So passed in making up the main account;

All instincts immature,

All purposes unsure,

That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount:

Thoughts hardly to be packed

Into a narrow act,

Fancies that broke through language and escaped;

All I could never be,

All, men ignored in me,

This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.

Ay, note that Potter's wheel,

That metaphor! and feel

Why time spins fast, why passive lies our clay,--

Thou, to whom fools propound,

When the wine makes its round,

``Since life fleets, all is change; the Past gone, seize to-day.''

Fool! All that is, at all,

Lasts ever, past recall;

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure:

What entered into thee,

That was, is, and shall be:

Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.

He fixed thee 'mid this dance

Of plastic circumstance,

This Present, thou, forsooth, would fain arrest:

Machinery just meant

To give thy soul its bent,

Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed.

What though the earlier grooves,

Which ran the laughing loves

Around thy base, no longer pause and press?

What though, about thy rim,

Skull-things in order grim

Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress?

Look not thou down but up!

To uses of a cup,

The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal,

The new wine's foaming flow,

The Master's lips aglow!

Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel?

But I need, now as then,

Thee, God, who mouldest men;

And since, not even while the whirl was worst,

Did I--to the wheel of life

With shapes and colors rife,

Bound dizzily--mistake my end, to slake thy thirst:

So, take, and use thy work:

Amend what flaws may lurk,

What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim!

My times be in thy hand!

Perfect the cup as planned!

Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!