So, this past weekend we were able to go to Utah for a much needed weekend away and much needed family time with Peter's side of the family. We went down for Peter's brother, Michael's farewell. He's leaving today for the MTC and will be serving in Florida. He's going to be a GREAT missionary and touch many lives for the better. It was so great to see the Benson clan. Livy has been having a hard time warming up to people, especially if Pete and I are in the same room, so we finally handed her over to Grandma and just walked away. And I don't know how Grandmas do it but Livy fell asleep in her arms. She NEVER does that for us. She even let Grandma kiss her goodbye. =) We also got to stay with our good friends the Andersons! They are seriously some of the greatest people I know. They have a little girl just about a year older than Livy and they got along quite well. Doug and Molly are such a great example to Peter and me about so many things and we love to spend time with them, although it's never enough time for us. Thanks Doug and Molly for letting us crash at your place.
So, it was Peter and my second anniversary on the 13th. I honestly can't believe it's already been two years, but I also feel like we've been together for so much longer than that when it comes to the depth of our relationship and marriage. I am constantly blown away with how much he loves me and how much he does for me. I am so blessed to have him in my life. How I was ever happy before I caught him is beyond me. So I'm going to brag a little about my husband now.
His faith is incredible! A few months ago I hit some hard times, in the span of 2 or 3 months I ended up having a skin disorder (gross sounding I know, sorry) that no doctor could diagnose, I tore my ACL and I'm unable to have surgery due to the fact I'm uninsured, and a few weeks after that I miscarried. I was seriously at the end of my rope of hope and faith. I can't count how many nights I cried and cried on Peter's shoulder. Many of you know that I hate showing weakness to others so of course during the days I shoved everything down deep and smiled, but when poor Peter came home it all came bubbling up and I just couldn't hold it back. He constantly reminded me that Heavenly Father is aware of me and that if I ever needed comfort to turn to my Savior, Jesus Christ, because He knows exactly how I'm feeling all the time. And I really needed that reminder. And so because of my husband's amazing faith and example my testimony has grown by leaps and bounds. His love for me and the gospel pulled me through the toughest time I've faced in my life. Peter is the most understanding man I know. He never judges others and everyone loves him immediately because of his easy and open personality. He's always willing to go out of his way to help those in need and it makes me love him even more. I can't believe how blessed I am.
Throughout my trials, Peter reminded me that I'd be able to gain empathy and strength, and he was right. I've learned to not take things for granted. Like being able to walk up stairs or down the street. The little things were always forgotten until I experienced life without them. I've also learned to a greater degree that Heavenly Father's plan may not always follow or time table. And now that we're expecting a baby again I know that my body is healthier and stronger so that I can sustain the strains of pregnancy and all that goes with it. Much more so then when I miscarried. Sometimes, hardships end up being blessings, even if we don't realize it when it happens.
So, thank you Peter for being my life vest and for loving me; especially, during those few months when I felt like I couldn't love myself. My life is now complete with you in it and I can't wait for the rest of eternity! I love you!
For our celebration we got to go to Red Robin...just the two of us! =) Thank heaven for Nana and Papa (me parents) who love to watch Livy. After dinner we went bowling. Which was our favorite activity while we were dating. I surprised Peter with a new baseball glove. He hasn't gotten one since he was 7 or 8. He was so excited! It was so cute. He was like a little kid on his birthday and Christmas combined.
Also, on Monday we had our doctor's appointment and we were able to hear the baby's heartbeat. Hearing that strong, fast, little heartbeat makes this pregnancy so much more of a reality and it's such a reassurance that everything is going well. Sorry this is such a long entry but I just couldn't stop typing once I started. =) Hope everyone has a wonderful day and rest of the week. Much love!
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