Two.

I know it might not always be easy but I'd be lying if I said these last two years were anything but.



Thanks for the fancy French dinner and slightly (totally?) off-color Vegas show after. It was perfect for us.
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Beverly Hills

Seeing as it has been over a year since I blogged I'm going to try to get on top of things before more fun summer events go undocumented. A couple months ago some friends and I made a quick trip to Beverly Hills to celebrate our friendship with sunshine, delicious food and shopping.

















We're all waiting on this lady to plan us another trip because I honestly don't think we could have done it without her. At least not as fantastically.
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Pictures

It has been a wonderful couple of months...


































































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Girls Trip

On our way to Arizona.





...outfits available upon request (wink wink)


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Books

I love this bookcase Wyatt built for me for my birthday. As I have previously mentioned, living in Tiny House presents us with some complications when it comes to decorating. Just yesterday I received a rug that I ordered for our living room that ended up only being a couple feet short of covering the entire floor space. Not exactly what I had in mind when I went looking for an accent rug. Anyway, I love having somewhere to display books. I feel like I have a relationship with books that is similar to the relationship most have with music. Every book I own holds it own memories. From my Chanel book that reminds me of Jenna and living on Center street, a cracked leather cover of Walt Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass' reminds me of an ex-boyfriend who probably really wishes he had never leant me his favorite poetry book, all the way to my Primary manual that reminds me I need to get cracking on that lesson. I haven't really finished putting this thing together but it is my new project. I'm seriously considering picking up school this fall and starting over (don't cry, Dad) with interior design. I'm starting a class on Tuesday that I'm hoping will solidify my decision. Check back here for updates on that decision and other updates to come which include a little trip to St. George and my birthday.


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This Valentines was full of food. Wednesday was our official date at The Melting Pot, Thursday was our cooking class at the Blue Lemon, and last night was a 5-course French inspired culinary masterpiece hosted by a Grow family friend. So this morning when I woke up to the smell of popcorn I could tell that today was going to be no less indulgent. A few moments later I was greeted with this:


I was equal parts embarrassed and flattered. It reminded me of this:

Yes, it is a well established fact that I love dessert. Since I know this fact put a strain on our courtship, I interpreted this gesture as total acceptance of who I really am.

Dear Valentine,

Please see the card I wrote you entitled Valentines 2010, you know, the one that plays "Hot Blooded" when you open it. It will tell you exactly how I feel about you.

Love,
Shortney

Valentines might be my favorite day of the whole year. I love this holiday so much because it makes the things I like to do all year (i.e kiss, hold hands, buy presents, eat gourmet food, and buy See’s Candy by the pound) totally acceptable. Yes, today is Valentines but to skip straight to blogging about that would cut out a lot of good stuff that has happened in the past couple of weeks. We have managed to find a way to sneak down to California once a month since Thanksgiving and thanks to Nick, and some finalized adoption paperwork, we were able to continue the streak in January.



We were sealed to our little brother the afternoon of this 15th birthday and followed it up with a little birthday celebration!

I need to take this opportunity to next discuss the joys of being home with my mother. Everyday with this woman is a new surprise. Whether it's a chatty email at 4:10am, sending me three packages in ONE week at EFY (seriously), or a chocolate cake that is so good Wyatt hovers in the kitchen for hours with a fork in hand, everything she does is spectacular. One thing she is notorious for is being the last to leave. I took a moment to document her shutting down Marshalls the last time I was home. I think these were taken about 45-minutes after close.

Mom, you are my idol.

Speaking of idols, how can I not mention this girl. The only girl I know who actually wears a hole through her high heels. The girl who not only got the freckle genes in our family, but the narrow hips and the great singing voice ones as well. She is fabulous.