A week of firsts...

The view walking into the apartment...
The living room...(with the candles on plate...Sarah's idea)
Living room showing the tv and bookshelf we stained...
The guest bedroom...come visit
Our amazing bed that Adam and Barney made!

Sarah and I freezing!

This whole blog thing is such a great way to keep people informed. On the other hand, when one is not consistent about blogging then it can be slightly overwhelming to catch everyone up. That is how I’m feeling at the moment. I’m just going to backtrack a few weeks and not rush myself.

Well, my sweet sister Sarah came to visit about three weeks ago I guess. She was our first visitor. We had an absolute blast. She was on break between nursing class courses, and I convinced her to come visit ABQ. I promised beautiful weather, good food, and hopefully good company. Well the first day we had great weather. After picking her up from the airport (first time to go by myself and No I didn’t get lost!! Turns out it is a lot simpler than Houston) and after Adam got home, we drove up the mountain. We live at the base of the Sandia Mountains but neither Adam nor I had been to the crest yet. We all had summer-ish clothes on as it was hot outside. Well, good thing we brought jackets because there was still snow at the different parts of the crest, and it was windy and COLD! But it was a beautiful view! ( see photos at beginning)

Well, I turned out to be a liar because the rest of the week Sarah was here was not “great weather”. It snowed, rained, stormed, and hailed a bit. Yes, in the middle of May! I was completely shocked. We still had a great time. We just hung out, and she did everything I did. We went to the 2-3 grocery stores I go to in order to get the best food prices, we spend two days ironing (I think at this point being a wife overwhelmed Sarah), we cooked, and she helped me organize my bathroom so that both Adam and my stuff fits and I don’t have to get ready in the guest bathroom…yay Sarah! Don’t worry there was plenty of chatting and laughing too. I got to make her my favorite cherry scones for breakfast and make her espresso every morning. I love visitors.

People come visit, and I promise I’ll spoil you! Ya’ll won’t even have to help with the ironing!:) Sarah’s visit was a week of firsts. The house was finally ready for visitors ( a big first), Sarah was our first visitor, we had our first snow in May, and we had our first dinner guests. Our neighbors Rebecca and Tucker came over for dinner with Adam, Sarah, and I. It was the first time our table had ever been completely filled! Rebecca went to Grace Bible at A&M at the same time Sarah did, and they knew each other. How random is that?

I really like Rebecca and Tucker. They both are A&M grads, Tucker works at Sandia as well, and Rebecca just stopped being a bilingual elementary teacher. We have way too much in common. It is a little freaky. It is okay though; Tucker doesn’t have dread locks so we are not complete clones!

Sarah also had a couple good ideas of last minute touches for the casa. She helped me decide where to put all the candles. She also had the great idea to use my expresso plates (which are small and say espresso on the sides in cute letters) as candle holders. She also helped me decide to place them on a Nicaragua plate we had and put them on our leather ottoman. I had been waiting to find a circular tray but this is just as cute, at least for now. Yay Sarah!

Thanks for coming to visit Sarah. We loved our time with you! I hope you come back soon sweet sister!!

P.S. To all you blog experts: how do post photos where I want them in my post and not all at the top? Sorry for the disorder. It was the only way I could get the photos to post.

My home + your home= OUR HOME

We have a “home”.
It is “our” home.
Is anyone smiling ear to ear about that statement except me?
Just saying “our home” makes me want to jump up and down and hug people. Come on, you KNOW you want to.
It hit me as I traveling back “home” to ABQ from my trip in Texas. I kept thinking “It will be so good to be home”. It will be so good to curl up in my bed, make Adam espresso in the morning, take a shower in the bathtub with the super powerful shower nozzle, and go running outside without humidity. And then it hit me, wait…I just came from home, I was just visiting home.

Visiting home? Does one do that?

NO

I was visiting my old home….I have a new home and now I realize it and claim it…whoop!

It took me awhile to claim it. The first week of living here we got our phone land line installed. I quickly edited my “home” number in my cell phone from Texas to our land line. I changed my Texas number to “Texas Home”. Well that was all fine and dandy except every time I went to call my parents on my cell our house phone would be ringing. I would even pick it up and answer it only to find I was calling it. I had indeed just dialed “home” instead of “Texas Home”…Adam laughed at me every time.

Something about me being away from “home” made me realize this strange land of enchantment (yes, land of enchantment is our motto) is my home. It made me realize home is more than a stationary place. My home is with Adam, my husband. Being away just wasn’t right. I was missing something….oh, my better half.

It felt great to be home, at my old home that is, but odd because Adam wasn’t there with me. Everyone knows me as single Emily, or Emo, or the crazy Aggie Wrangler girl that makes everyone point their toes, but now I’m Mrs. Williams and although I still hug every one and say silly things and sometimes snort when I laugh too loud.
I’m different.
I’m not whole by myself.

One of the best parts of leaving is returning. Oh, I enjoyed the returning. Adam landed at the airport about 15 minutes before me and was waiting outside of security. I walked out of security and got to do it.
Yes, I got to do the “airport scene”.

I got to run and jump in his arms, and he swung me around several times. This is one of my favorite things in life, airport scenes that is.

I have been practicing since I was a little girl. My sister Anna and I would trade off “the boy part” and take turns jumping and spinning. I didn’t stop practicing when I got too big for Anna to pick me up.

No, basically any of my friends who could pick me up were forced to practice it, at least occasionally.

If you run fast enough you can fling your legs out to the side and the pick up momentum as you the guy spins you. Everyone go out and try it!


Warning: Make sure you jump directly at the guy, sometimes if you jump to the side too early (desiring the leg flinging affect) he can entirely miss you. Also, it is better with your husband.

In the past, I would have to say “pretend like you love me”. But now, I can do airport scenes and I know Adam loves me…no pretending.
God is good, and it is good to be home sweet home!