tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086393986116840042024-03-13T14:51:17.461-07:00The Tale of the Palmer'sCam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-24537312335515230912015-04-07T15:24:00.002-07:002015-04-07T15:24:59.215-07:00Intention vs. AttentionI just got off the phone with my cousin, as per our discussion, we found it is interesting how most people post on social media all the good in their lives, and use that as a way to formulate a perfect family/personal image, if you will. By most people, I mean me. I totally do that!!! Everyone always sees a the good in my life, and if I don't have anything really cute or super fun to share, I don't.<br />
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So, what stops us from "sharing" our lives? I personally don't like sharing curtain events on social media, because it is that. It's social news, blasted to everyone that follows you or you follow in a matter of seconds. If you talk to me in person, I most likely already admitted most of my daily flaws to you. So true!!! In short, you probably wont ever see me post status updates of my annoyances and grievances, which I have many; but if you read this blog, you'll probably realize that I'm not picture perfect, and I live a daily struggle and battle to be a better version of myself.<br />
The struggle is real, my friends!!! It is really hard, and most of the time, I'm not winning.<br />
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Anyway, one thing I've been deep in thought lately is the concept of intention vs. attention. I came across this topic when analyzing my feelings for a loss. I lost a friendship a couple years back over a silly rumor. At the time, this rumor wasn't silly at all. It devastated me because my integrity was being put to question, by a close friend who I thought really knew me. I, and my husband can recall, remember crying over this friendship diminishing. As of late, this once dear friend has been having a lot of life changing events that I normally would have been part of, and I'm not. Even though, it had been a couple years ago, it still kind of hurts. Why is that?<br />
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Was it because I had established some elevated status as a close friend, and should know every detail of someone else's life?" (being nosy) Was it because I should be there partaking of some of the goodies at the party that was held without my presence? (jealousy) Or was it because even though it had been a couple years, I still wanted to be there for them? (genuine emotions or love)<br />
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I literally asked myself these questions. Sometimes, we do things for "attention", and wanting to engage, interact, and be a part of something, to be noticed. Sometimes, we do things because our "intentions" are pure, and we aren't doing them for ourselves, but rather to share genuine emotions for others.<br />
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I'm so guilty of posting things on the internet for attention, No going to lie, when I post pictures of my kids smiling in what I think are cute outfits, I love my kids, but I totally enjoy looking at the likes on the picture or comments. Most of the time, I don't post things that are super personal to me, such as feeling extra sad because I miss my brother, feeling hurt and frustrated, because I feel like a terrible mom for yelling at my toddler, or sharing how much I love my husband for talking the time to show me I'm special to him.<br />
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After much thought and contemplation I have concluded that, if at the root of my intentions isn't to do or feel something because of love, then it's probably not worth doing or feeling. Also, there is no shame in doing something or feeling a certain way, if I know my intentions are genuine and pure.<br />
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<br />Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-27960819809725046992015-03-14T09:28:00.001-07:002015-03-14T11:06:32.236-07:00B's birth story!Preface:<i> I was due on the 27th of November. Afton's birthday happens to be the 25th. I really hope and prayed he would come much sooner and their birthdays wouldn't be super close or on the same day. The week before my due date I went into my doctor for my check and set an induction date of Sunday the 23rd. Cam and I went back and forth on what to do, let it happen naturally or create the spacing? I think it is by far a very personal choice and definitely a viable option for some.</i><br />
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<i>I will say, that is was nice knowing what day I was going into labor. I was able to make arrangements for Afton, get my house ready for when we come home, and make sure some of those last minute items were off my list</i>.</div>
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Going into the hospital felt really odd to me. Last time, I was in so much pain walking in, trying to control my breathing, hurting every step of the way. I remember seeing a happy-go-lucky couple arriving to the hospital the same time we were and thinking “Why is she so happy? This hurts."</div>
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We turned into that couple. Clearly I wasn't in any pain as they had me sign paperwork or sit in the lobby. Yet, the nurses were all congratulating me on meeting my new addition today. It seemed so surreal that today was the day, mainly because my body wasn't showing me it was. </div>
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We arrived at 7am and by the time I have my IV in me it is a little after 8am. It had been a couple hours and no real change had occurred. The doctor decides to go a head and call for the resident doctor to break my water. For some reason, he is tied up and can't come. My doctor comes in to break my water at 11:30. My pain level jumps from a three to and eight in seconds, maybe a minute. I ask the nurse for a pain killer that isn't the epidural. I get that. I'm still in a lot of pain, and the people that give the sacrament arrive and do their thing... I'm trying really hard to not freak out and show them how bad I'm hurting. At the same time, I get this feeling of peace and know God is with me. </div>
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He comes, and is having me fill out paper work and going through his spill. I'm so short in my responses and just want to murder him. I think he's totally not funny as he tries to crack a joke. Cam is so embarrassed at this point by how harsh and short I'm being, and I truly didn't care. I was just grateful I wasn't yelling at them or saying any of the naughty words that came to mind. </div>
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They sit me up to put a needle in me, and I yell “I need to push!" This overwhelming urge comes and that's all I can think about is pushing. They want me to lay down, but I can't move. There must be a break in the contractions, still in lots of pain, I tell cam to hurry and lay me down. The nurse checks, more like looks, and sure enough baby boy is coming. </div>
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My doctor happened to be right outside my door still. He hears the yell and comes running in, followed by a whirl wind of people. Two pushes and lots of pain, little man is out! He was born at 11:58am.</div>
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How sweet is he? After delivery, I had this moment that I couldn't move, but just cry with relief. Once clean, I got to hold my sweet boy and have been snuggling and loving on him ever since. </div>
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Welcome to the world Bridger, you make an amazing addition to our family. </div>
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Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-74202126381821929302015-03-13T14:15:00.000-07:002015-03-13T14:23:58.284-07:00fluff vs. truthI haven't blogged in a while, mainly due to the fact that I was so annoyed with all the fluff in my blog. I'm not going to delete it, because those posts do capture some memories, but I'm annoyed with myself. Life isn't about "fluffy". What I mean by that is life is hard. Not many people truly care about how much money you spent on an outfit, and where you went to buy those things. Not to mention, all thought I admit I'm jealous, not every family in this world gets the opportunity to travel to various countries. Still think its awesome for anyone that can, but its not a reality for most.<br />
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Truth is.... I haven't blogged because I was in a slump and I don't think I fully realized it till now. I got pregnant with little man, I was happy that we were expecting, but not happy about the timing. I love my kids, I really do. I wasn't excited about it because I had just gotten my body to myself. (I might come across as ungrateful, not my intention.) It had been almost two years since my body was mine. Pregnant, well there is 9/10 months (depending on the way you look at it), nursing my child who refused to take a bottle or a pacifier, so there was another year tacked on. I'm finally just me and my baby is independent and on her own, <b>WHAM!</b> Two months later I'm prego again. </div>
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Now that I'm over it, little man is here, I can reflect on that time. It was hard. My poor husband is a good man, I was one emotionally unstable pregnant lady with a fierce attitude. (We are still married, and he still tells me he loves me. Luckily.) One minute I'm happy about life, next minute I'm hungry. I get distracted and a Hangry Monster appears. Feed me, and then I'm happy again and don't think twice about what I just said. Truth. This is the ugly truth.</div>
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Like I said in the beginning that I was in a slump, I would almost call it a minor depression. I had lost my way.It's not like I was constantly unhappy, for that isn't true. I just didn't realize how weighed down I felt. I like to think i'm not the only person that has felt this way, and I'm sure I'm not. For me, I had lost something very important, and that was my personal identity.<br />
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I love being a wife. Most importantly, I love being a wife, because of who I'm married to. Is he flawed? Absolutely. Am I? Incredibly. Together, we work. Being a wife, makes me happy. Also, I love being a mom. Is it hard? Yes! Is it rewarding? Like words cannot describe. My children mean the world to me, and there isn't much I wouldn't do for them. With all this happiness, and that being said, there need to be balance. <br />
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Is it wrong to try to be the best spouse you can be and create meals, lunches, keep up on all the house work, and try to coordinate and run a schedule for your husband? No. Is it wrong to fix your kids healthy meals, have them well dressed, hair done, and splurge and give them things they don't need? No. Where I went wrong is that was all I was doing. I wasn't doing anything to further myself educationally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically.<br />
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It isn't good to do things that make you happy and feel so weighed down by them. Since having little man, I've had time to think about who am I? Who is Liz? What does she like to do? What makes her feel confident? What, that is in the budget, can help me feel more put together?<br />
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All these answers are different for every person. Do I have good days and feel like I can take on the world? Heck yes! Do i have days were all I want to do is hit the reset button and go back to bed? YES!!!!!<br />
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So what changes? Its completely possible to have a good day where bad things happen, and have a horrible day where nothing truly sucked but nothing was super awesome either. What changed? Me. It had to. I'm still trying to find out who I am, and trying to make more time for myself, but I can say that the slump is gone. This is and will be a reminder to myself of how subtle the slump was, and that being weighed down isn't normal. </div>
Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-33322732199339686752014-01-15T17:05:00.000-08:002014-01-15T17:58:24.248-08:00Evaluating 2013Due to lack of blogging, one might concluded that we have fallen off the face of the earth. Truth is, we are still here and we are still kicking. Just life is changing and evolving, sometimes faster than we want.<br />
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2013, What did it bring?<br />
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The New Year give us all an opportunity to reflect on the past, and decided that path we want to pursue or let go of. In the year of 2013, I have experienced parenting first hand. I have had many priceless moments with our daughter, and already a lot of self evaluation on the person I want her to be raised by.<br />
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As a mom, I have learned that sweating the small stuff doesn't create happiness. Every moment I have with my child is a gift and a blessing. She is learning and growing, and throwing tantrums is a part of her development. I need to help learn to self soothe now so she can learn to handle conflict in her future. Most importantly, love is always the best teacher. That doesn't mean she never hears the word "no". I find it essential that she does, and know that there are boundaries. However, it does mean that as soon as she hears the word know and stops the behavior, I should automatically show her and increase of love and know that she is still loved.<br />
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As a wife, I have learned that pride ruins everything. I am probably one of the most prideful individuals that I know, I hate admitting I cannot do something. Also, I despise admitting I am wrong. In a marriage, it is extremely obvious as to why that could be a problem. I have learned by letting go of pride and racing to be the first to say I'm sorry, truly can make the difference.<br />
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As a friend, I've concluded that i have room for improvement. Friends tend to come in my life as fast as they go out of my life. The most important lesson I've learned the last couple years is this, "the people that want to be in your life, will make it a priority to be there." Maybe not everyday, but they will make sacrifices that show you they care. In return, there are quite a few people that I wish I was more apart of their lives, because I truly do love and care for them. This is why I have room for improvement. On the flip side, I've also been apart of the one sided friendship, where I have made all the effort and there is no reciprocation. At some point, you just need to focus on those that want to be present in your life.<br />
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As a person, 2013 had its moments for me. Moments of pure happiness- I could go on and on ranting about those, moments of sadness- It always breaks my heart having someone I care about hurt, moments of pure stupidity- enough is said about that one, moments of laughter, which I live for. Most importantly, moments that improve my spirituality.<br />
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This is not a post of finding pity. In fact, for me, this is a post of evaluation. You can't know where you want to go until you have acknowledged where you have been.<br />
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When my brother passed away in 2010, I was beyond devastated. Needless to say, I knew I had a choice, I could either continue to be angry, hurt, spiteful of his death or I could choose to honor the person that he was. I am convinced that I was raised with an angel. Someone who was giving, kind, forgiving, patient, loving, and everything else you could imagine. I vowed that I would become a much better version of myself and honor him in my actions. (This does not mean I don't make mistakes, for I tell you I do, but it does mean that I will try to correct them.)<br />
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Which this all brings me to 2014, and my desire to improve in all aspects of life. I cannot wait for the new beginnings of our adventure, and future opportunities that we will explore. I love being a mom, and live for the lessons my daughter teaches me. I know that we are truly blessed, and cannot express my gratitude enough for God as my companion.<br />
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My only hope for all of you is that you make 2014 better than 2013. This does not mean that difficulties and trials wont come your way, but I pray that we all can change our attitudes on how we handle them and make 2014 even better.<br />
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xoxo, till next time!Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-51124834460356277452013-09-09T14:56:00.002-07:002013-09-09T15:05:11.074-07:00Blessed Beyond Measure<div style="text-align: center;">
It is so easy for me to write about crafts or things that I see, but it is so hard for me to really express my feelings or share intimate details about our lives. I'm sure I'm not the only person that goes through these emotions as well.</div>
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Lately, I have been feeling very inadequate. I know I have many flaws and imperfections. I've made mistakes, said things that I shouldn't have, and hurt people that I care about. I'm not always the best example of being a Christian either. However, I do try to be a good person, wife, and mother, but tend to fall short. I feel so undeserving of the blessings all around me. To top it off, I still find that the Lord knows me by name and finds ways to tell me I am worth all the pruning, that He sees this jewel inside me that He is polishing me till I'm perfect.</div>
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I really don't know how I was blessed with such a loving daughter, and an amazing man as my husband. My little girl really teaches me so much, and I feel like she is working on me to be the best mom I can be.</div>
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The other day we were at the park, she seems to be a very friendly baby and always has new friends. Sometimes I think that maybe I shouldn't let my baby shouldn't play with certain kids, because they might be a little rough with her. She teaches me to be more patient and kind. She looks at every kid with loving eyes and sees their worth. She give them a genuine smile and is so excited to play. When they are a little rough with her and they push her over, she gets sad but forgives quickly and is ready to play again. She still has that same love in her eyes as the first time she sees them. I just see how angelic she is, and how sweet and kind she is.. How did I get such a sweet girl in my life? I truly hope that she will be an even better person than her mom, but I have come to the realization that these moments need to be documented or they will be forgotten. Also, I NEED to learn these lesson myself and HAVE to live by her example. Once day, she will be old enough to remember everything her mother does, and when that time comes I will need to be ready to lead her as she is leading me. </div>
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How can I not see how blessed I am? For this very reason I can honestly say that I am blessed beyond measure. Thank goodness for Blake Shelton's song for he helped me phrase this the best.... I know that God gave me you (Cameron and Afton) for all the ups and downs. <span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"><span style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px;">God gave me you for the days of doubt, and for when I think I've lost my way. There are no words here left to say, It's true, God gave me you.</span></span></div>
Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-86647624470261521422013-06-13T16:46:00.000-07:002013-06-13T16:46:36.665-07:00Cowgirl up!Our little sister, Jade, raises a steer every year for the 4H competition. She sells the steer at the county fair and her trend lately has been to ride the steer as she is showing him around the arena. Her steer this year is still in training but Afton was able to ride him for a couple seconds.<br />
Here is a picture of our baby girl "Cowgirl'd UP"!<br />
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She will probably be like her aunt and this will not be the first time she will ride a steer. Needless to say, it is the first and at 6 months she is a rock star!</div>
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For those that don't know what a steer is it is a cow. I'm pretty sure someone saw this picture and told my mom they saw her granddaughter on a horse. </div>
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Haha! Well now you all know, it's a cow! (:</div>
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I have looked through the pictures on my phone and I'm blown away by how fast this little girl is growing. In fact, I will show you. </div>
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Newborn</div>
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I seriously cannot believe the changes and how blessed we are. </div>
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I remember being in the hospital and feeling completely overwhelmed by this little girl. For some reason the idea of my choices altering and impacting this little girls future terrified me. I kept thinking how am I going to do it. I'm going to come back to this thought.</div>
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In our Sunday school class the instructor was talking about the blessing of children in our homes. We were discussing when you should have children and how soon after marriage you should wait. We all concluded that it is a couples decision and the Lord will tell you when. In the midst of this discussion a very profound statement was said that is ingrained in my heart. The instructor had said that "adults do not produce children, but children produce adults". I testify to all of you how true that statement is. </div>
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This beautiful eyed little girl has taught me and raised me to be a more mature, patient, and loving individual ever since she was born. I also see the impact and the visible love my husband has for her. Including the positive changes he has made in his life for her. </div>
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I am no longer afraid of not being a good enough parent. Afton is raising me to be the mom she needs me to be. I am so grateful for life lesson from a cute little stinker. I look forward to the many more she will bring to me. </div>
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This week we had the good and the bad come our way. Unfortunately Cameron's grandma, Grandma Palmer, broke her good leg and had to get surgery. Ever since I joined the family and from Cameron's recollection, grandma had been on crutches for years. She had one good standing leg that she'd put all her weight on. With her good leg broken, we just don't know how life will change for her.<br />
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This was Grandma's 19th surgery. The good in this is that grandma wasn't alone when she broke her leg, and she had surgery in a hospital close to us. We had the pleasure going to visit her. Talk about a great woman, she had plenty to be angry about and was in pain, but she greeted Afton and I with warmth and was very optimistic. At this point, grandma's leg is more metal than bone, but she was sure happy to see us.<br />
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It broke Cam's heart to not be able to go up to visit grandma. Cameron has been been working so hard for our little family, (full-time work and school). He was able to call grandma on the phone and talk to her, grandma sure loves him. She kept talking about how much that phone call meant to her.<br />
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I repeat myself, what a great woman! You can see the love she has for every member of her family. It shows in her eyes. Which brings me to conclude that even when one is in pain, had surgery, and life is altered (even if it's for a small moment), that there is so much to be grateful for.<br />
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Afton has been going through a "I want my mommy" stage, where she cries if anyone else holds her. So, naturally when Grandma and Grandpa tried it would last at most 10 seconds before she started crying. I was able to get Afton down for a cat nap so Grandma was holding her while she slept.<br />
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Grandma kept telling me how much torture it was to hold her. (Meaning she loved every sleeping minute that Afton gave her).<br />
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Grandpa had 10 second luck! Just long enough for me to snag a picture.<br />
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Afton is part possum. She loves this position and this is the only way she'd left Grandpa hold her longer than 10 seconds.<br />
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Grandpa thought she was such a nut. He said, "I'd much rather look at your face, but I guess I'll take any end you'd give me." She is definitely our goofy girl.<br />
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The reoccurring message that was given to us this week is, good things happen to good people. Bad things happen to good people. Bad things happen to bad people and good things happen to bad people. Regardless of what choices you make in life, no one is exempt from feeling pain and hurt. Everyone will receive trials that will alter their lives, but misery is a choice. I'm so grateful for Grandma's example to teach us that in a crummy situation, being stuck in a hospital, having to rely on others to move and make you meals, there are so so so many blessing in this life. There is good in every situation.<br />
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So, bring it on. The bad, the good. The good and the bad, the Palmer's are troopers and will keep on keeping on. I pray that you all will as well.Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-64043148417389103532013-03-10T22:21:00.000-07:002013-03-10T22:21:41.458-07:00Summing up February!February is a fun month for me. It's my birthday month! Who does not like their birthday? It was a hard birthday to have, for some reason the whole year before I completely forgot how old I was, realizing that I was going to turn 24 was a shocker. My poor husband had to hear me rant about how I didn't even realize how fast or where time went.<br />
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Nonetheless, money was really tight this year with Afton being born not too long ago, so I didn't ask for anything. My hubby insisted that we go out to dinner and that he would take me out on a date. Of course, that was the only thing I really wanted was to spend time with my man. With all the late nights with Afton, Cam working and going to school full-time, I felt like we never really got to see each other and spend time together as a couple.<br />
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My birthday had to land on a Monday this year, so we celebrated the weekend before. My mom's gift to me was watching Afton while the two of us went out on a date. Of course, I was a paraniod mother and our date lasted a total of 2 and a half hours, but it was much needed quality time.<br />
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The day of Cam had to work, so after school he came home to take me over to my mom's. There was a knock on the door where i received this....<br />
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Cam made sure that there was no question in my mind how much he cares for me and how special I am to him.<br />
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The night ended with cake with my parents and brother. It was such a good day with cake and flowers. Yum. (:<br />
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Well in February, Afton has become more fun and playful! Her squawks are getting louder, and she is more alert and interactive.<br />
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Valentines day we had a play date with Brittney, Kooper, and Kristen. We had a valentines dinner and got to play with Kooper! Talk about a cute boy! He is fun. He teaches Afton how to shoot the moose in his room, play with trucks and is really good at sharing his stuffed animals with her. <br />
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Here is the Valentine that Kooper made Afton and me. Talk about spoiled us!<br />
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But that's not all of February!!!!<br />
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We got to see Aunt Teal! She came up for President's Day weekend. We were able to hang out with Teal bug and have her stay with us. We also went to a hockey game at the Peaks Ice Arena. It has been years since I've watched a hockey game in there, but for Cam and Teal it was their first time.<br />
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I told you that Cam is impossible to take pictures with... At least it's a good picture of the girls. Although BYU lost, it was still a fun night.<br />
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I guess the letter F in February also means a months of first for Afton. Here are some pictures of a "Tinker".<br />
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She took over her own room!<br />
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Fell asleep on her first trip to the mall.<br />
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Saw ducks for the first time... One got to close and she started to cry.... haha! Oh... if she only knew how much she'll enjoy seeing ducks in her future. ;)<br />
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The beginning and end of her first stroller ride.<br />
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Although it is her first time doing all these things, I feel like she has been a part of our lives for so much longer. In fact, I feel like I've known her my whole life. Cameron feels the same way and loves being with his girls.<br />
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February was a month that really brought us closer as a family. We really had to depend on one another, but most importantly our eyes were open to the Lord and all his love for us. Money was tight, but we never felt like we were going without and that we didn't have enough. As long as we had each other, life was great! I pray that you all have exactly what you need and in moments of adversity, you hold dear to your loved ones.Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-34902885180852272012013-03-10T20:47:00.000-07:002013-03-10T20:47:58.915-07:00Afton's Baby blessingWe blessed Afton on January, 27th. Yes, it has been too long and am in need for a blog update. She was 2 months old, and cute as a button. We were able to have Cameron's parents and three sisters attend the blessing, not to mention some of the cousins that live up here and some friend. On my side, my brother drove from Texas to make it to her blessing, my parents, aunts and uncles, and cousins, were all there.<br />
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Getting Afton ready and she was moving and squirming! We were able to wear the dress that Afton's Great Grandma Mabel Palmer made, (Cameron's grandma). Here dresses are amazing, but very special since Grandma Palmer's hand have arthritis in them, and she wont be able to crochet much longer. It truly is a very special gift from a very talented woman.<br />
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One of my greater fears when blessing a child is having them scream the entire time the blessing is taking place. Thankfully, she was nothing but calm and happy. Cam gave a great blessing, some of the things that she was blessed with are being blessed with a loving family and resources to flourish, blessed with a healthy, strong body to endure trails and adversity; blessed to have a strong testimony of Jesus Christ and faith to follow Him. The ability to learn, grow and understand the principles of the gospel. Apply all that she has learned in the temple with a man she has chosen to take her there.To captivate the beauty of that moment as a whole, you just had to of been there. I thank my cousin Karen for taking such great notes.Not to mention there was a special spirit in the room, I strongly believe my brother Enrique was all there watching his niece being blessed.<br />
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Following the blessing, we were able to have a meal at my parents house with all those that wanted to join. We are so grateful for how special that ways, and felt extremely blessed. There were many friends and family that were not able to make, but there presence was felt. Our hearts were touched, for it truly was a very special day. <br />
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Truth be told, Cameron is impossible to take pictures with, so as a proud mama I was able to get one with my princess. I never thought I would fall in love with being a mom, but having Afton in my life has truly been a blessing. She makes me want to be an even better person than I was or am for her. With moments like her blessing, I realize how special of a daughter of God she is, and how important it is for her to grow up in a home that will teach her Gospel truths. We are in a married, young couple Sunday school class and our previous bishop phrased it best when he said, "Adults do not produce children, children produce adults." That is how I truly feel, she was sent to our home for Cam and I to grow to become the adults that we need to be, for her and for our own eternal progression. We are forever touch and humbled by this little girl and our world will never be the same again, it will be better!Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-87115193781392653502012-12-18T15:10:00.002-08:002012-12-18T15:22:44.665-08:0011/25/12- A day we will always remember... Early on that Sunday morning, I mean early, at 2a.m. I (Liz) started feeling contractions that were 10 minutes a part and just couldn't sleep. Every time I was close to going back to dream land another one would come and then the cycle started all over again. At about 4:45a.m. the contractions started coming 5 minutes a part, but as a new parent we both weren't sure this was true labor yet. The day before I had been feeling contractions off and on and pretty irregular all day long, so we just weren't sold that it was really time. At about 7a.m. we went into the hospital because the contraction weren't stopping and stayed consistently 3 to 5 minutes a part.<br />
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What no one prepares you for while you're in labor is the admitting process at the hospital, I just figured that once you arrived they checked that you were in labor and get you started- which is true, but they don't tell you how long that takes. We arrived and started the check but normally they wait an hour to see if your labor is progressing The nurse could see how much pain I was in and decided that she would check in an half an hour instead of the full hour. So the initial check the dilatation was at 3cm, and half an hour later I was at 4cm, so they decided to admit me and I could stay. The whole time I was thinking that if this wasn't true labor then I don't want to do this anymore, but it was and we were getting the show on the road. Today was the day that we were going to meet that little one that has been in my tummy for so long. </div>
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Also, they don't tell you how long it takes for you to get an epidural either. I was just exhausted from my two hours of sleep the night before and in so much pain, that I was totally all for the drugs by that time. 30 minutes later (after I was told I could stay), I was able to get the surgeon in the room to give me the epidural. Also, I realized that I deal with pain through anger, so I figured that it was in everyone's best interest that I get it as well. </div>
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A couple hours later, I was fully dilated The nurse that was checking on me was so surprised how fast I had gone, she called my doctor and let him know that I was ready. She had me do a set of pushing and then told me to stop, she could see the babies hair and my doctor hadn't arrived yet. She was getting nervous that he wouldn't make it on time, and the babies heart beat started dropping. She got it up again by rotating her head a little bit, but it started to go down again. My doctor literally ran into the room, had his hand in the air while the nurse dressed him. I did another set of pushes and she was out!!! Afton Leticia Palmer was born Nov. 25th 2012 at 12:54am. She weighed 6lbs 15oz and was 18in. long. </div>
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Cam, was just amazing through the whole experience. He was with the baby the whole time they bathed her and measured her. He helped both baby and me whenever he could.</div>
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Our little Afton is growing like a weed! As you can see, this is a two week photo of her. </div>
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Well all, we wish you a very Merry Christmas! Hope the seasons bring you joy and happiness. Afton is signing off for us till after the holidays!!!!! XOXO</div>
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Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-38468517524161352952012-09-14T19:42:00.002-07:002012-09-14T19:42:51.559-07:002012 Deer HuntWe were able to make it to Blanding this year for Cam's hunt. The weekend started off with a night at the ranch and spotting deer for the hunt opener, which was the following day. The family ranch is a very sacred place for all the members of the family. It is a place to ponder, reflect, and find peace. To start off the weekend this way should have been an indicator that we were going to have a phenomenal weekend.<br />
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The following day consisted a lot of driving around the mountain and seeing a lot deer. Most of them were doe's (females), which we aren't able to shoot. The bucks (males) were a little more difficult to spot and we weren't able to get a good shot on any of them. Needless to say, the first day we were unsuccessful in our attempts to get a deer.<br />
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On our second day we kind of realized that it was a now or never moment. Either we got a deer that night or we just weren't getting one this year, because we were leaving the next day to go back to Springville and we weren't able to make it down again before his season ended. We decided to hunt the ranch that night. We invited Grandpa Palmer, Dad, and our little sister Jade to join us.<br />
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When we arrived, deer had already started to come in the field. Cam anticipated setting up else where, so when we saw quite a few deer come out we decided that we were just going to stay in the cabin and Cam would have to hunt from there.<br />
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As time passed and the sun was lowering we were getting a little discouraged because there wan't any bucks that were within shooting range for Cam. Just when we were thinking of giving up hope some doe's and bucks hopped the fence right in front of the cabin. One was 20 to 30 yards away from Cam and another was about additional 30 yards behind that.The mood in the cabin was intense and silent. We were all so excited for Cam and didn't dare make a sound to spook the deer away. When Cam pulled back and released his first arrow and he was high and it went right over the back of the deer. The deer moved to the left and further away. The one that was 62 yards away was staring intensely at Cameron and trying to figure out what happened and what he was. Cam was able to collect his composure, draw back, and released his arrow, all in one very fluid motion. The next thing we know the deer jumps up as he was hit and starting running down the field. He went about 50 yards and dropped. We had got our deer!<br />
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This would be the smile of my handsome man right after he shot his deer. Also, you can see how happy Jade was to be apart of it and witness Cam's shot.<br />
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We found him! Jader is holding the antlers of Cam's two point deer.<br />
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Grandpa, Dad, and Cam- three generations of hunters and Grandpa and Dad were so happy and proud to be there. What a blessing it was to be able to share that experience with them.</div>
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While Cameron and I were living a part we received very exciting news. I had no idea where he was and just could not wait to share the news with him. I kept calling him with no response, so I sent him a picture message to get my point across. It was a picture of my pregnancy result. We were expecting our first little one. The thought of our family growing brought an overwhelming sense of joy.<br />
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We are so excited but it still felt so unreal to us. That is until we started going to our doctor appointments. Our first couple appointments Cam went with me. We found out that our baby is due November 24th, which suites us completely since Cam is almost a Christmas baby and I was almost a Valentines baby, it's only right that our baby is due around Thanksgiving. Our second appointment we were able to hear the heart beat of our precious baby. It fun to hear how fast the little heart was beating. Moments like that made the pregnancy more real.<br />
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After a couple weeks of finding out our due date, we decided to share the news with our family members by sending them a card with a picture of our announcement. <br />
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Our families were both so excited to hear the news. Our littlest sister Kate made the comment that she was so excited for us to have a baby and she couldn't wait to figure out if she was going to be an uncle or an aunt. Oh man, she is a goofy one. <br />
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A little while later were able to go to an early ultrasound and make sure that everything was developing on time with the baby. Cam wasn't able to make it since the appointment I was able to get was during his class. Needless to say, we received great news that the baby was developing correctly and everything looked good.<br />
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It was an unbelievable experience to see our little baby moving inside me. I seriously cannot expresses the overwhelming joy I felt watching our little one for the first time.<br />
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About 16 to 17 weeks (night of June 21st) Cam and I were laying in our bed talking. He started to rub my tummy and he felt our baby move for the first time. I couldn't believe it so I started to press on my tummy and tired to see if I could feel it too. Feeling our baby move was another testament to the pregnancy becoming more and more real to us. <br />
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On July 11th we went in for an ultrasound and we were able to see our baby again. For Cam it was his first time looking at our precious one. The baby is getting bigger and bigger. This time we weren't able to get a picture of the baby within one picture. We had to see our little one in sections. It was a really tender experience to share with him. We also received the news of what we were having.<br />
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We are soon to be proud parents and joyfully announce that this November we will be joined by a beautiful baby girl!!! We cannot wait to meet her and welcome her in to our family. To our little girl we want to say. we love you and we are only 4 months away from sharing the rest of our lives with you. We are thrilled that you will be joining our family!Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-35860764129185248412012-03-14T08:01:00.003-07:002012-03-14T09:35:21.892-07:00A mission farewell for ChazeLast weekend we had the pleasure of throwing a farewell for our brother- Elder Chaze Palmer. We kicked off the weekend with a bonfire Friday night for the pit barbeque. The bonfire was a fun get together with friends and family. Of course, Mountain Dew was involved along with marsh mellows and starburst for roasting. We also had our good friend and cousin Parker Palmer playing the guitar as we were sitting by the fire. The purpose of the fire was to get enough coals for the pit barbeque. However, with Cam and Chaze there really doesn't ever need to be an excuse for a bonfire or burning anything to be honest. Needless to say, it was a wonderful evening with friends and family that shared it with us.<br /><br />Not to mention, Cam and I haven't had a lot of alone time recently since we haven't been living in the same city. So when everyone had pretty much called it a night, Cam and I stayed out a little later and snuggled under the stars. Although the night was a little crazy and busy, it was really nice to take time for us and make it a little date.<br /><br />As you can imagine, the next morning I wasn't nearly as motivated to get up as Cameron. He went out shed hunting with our friend Parker for a couple hours while I stayed in bed. We were able to catch up with Chaze in the late morning/ early afternoon. He was at the Ivin's field (the family that he had cowboyed for these last two years). Tiffni 's (Chaze's girlfriend) family had come down for the big events this weekend, so Chaze took them to the field to ride horses, ride four wheelers, and see a baby calf be born. All those things took place that afternoon, (pictures will come soon). Not to mention, I was on one of the horses for a quick ride... I should have know to wait for the other horses. However, I ventured off on my own for a quick ride. On my way back the horse started running and wouldn't listen to me. I pulled back the reins fairly tight but the horse kept on running. Not to mention, I'm never on a saddle that is the right size for me, so my feet are never in the stirrups, which is scary cause I was just hanging on to the saddle horn hoping I wouldn't fall off. Finally we were at the entrance of the corral when the horse slowed down on it's own. I hopped off and didn't get back on a horse the rest of that day. I'm not going to lie, it definitely scared me a little.<br /><br />That late afternoon we adventured on a little hike in Comb (a well known name for an area near Blanding). We took the whole crew out to look at a couple Native American ruins. We had with us most of our family, (minus mom and dad- they were making dinner), Adam Rigby's family (A cousin from Cam's mom side), Tiffni's mom's family, and Tiffni's dad's family. We had about 27 of us on our hike. It was a neat little hike that took us about an hour to get everyone down there, but the families that haven't been to Blanding before really loved seeing the ruins.<br /><br />Dinner time came and it was time for our pit barbeque. The prepared meat and dutch oven potatoes were totally against my diet, but I ate them anyway. Cam was my favorite at dinner. He grabbed one paper plate for his meat and another paper plate for his potatoes. Oh how I love that man. We were joined by many more friends and family to celebrate with Chaze the wonderful decisions he had made to serve the Lord.<br /><br />Sunday<br /><br />We had the pleasure to hear my mother-in-law, father-in-law, and Chaze speak in our Sunday service. Chaze gave a great talk about feeling the spirit and how he discovered for himself that he has heard the spirit and it prompted him to do things. The spirit isn't always that boisterous warning not to do something or to stop, but most often than not it is a still small voice.<br /><br />Monday,<br /><br />Chaze was set a part as a missionary. Cam was able to participate in the circle and be there for his little brother. I wasn't able to attend because I was on my way back to Provo. I know that the family that couldn't make it was there in spirit, because we all wanted to be.<br /><br />Wednesday,<br /><br />Chaze is going to the MTC today. He will be dropped off at 1pm in Provo. I am hoping that I will be able to catch up with him while I'm leaving one job and heading to another. Because I left early on Monday I wasn't able to give him a hug and properly say goodbye. I'm hoping I get that chance, but if I don't he will still get letters from us and know that we are praying for him.<br /><br />What an eventful time for our little family, but oh the joys of having our first brother to serve a mission. Couldn't be more proud of him and his decision to serve for two years.Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-82151777739885575012012-03-06T10:34:00.003-08:002012-03-06T11:02:59.113-08:00Saddle soreLast weekend I (Liz) was able to go to Blanding to see my hubby. It is always a treat to see him, and truly I am happier around him. Not to mention, it was soo good to see the kids. I miss family dearly- since we spent the first 9 of our marriage living across the street from them. It has been really hard on me to not know what the girls are doing and go to their basketball, volleyball, and softball games. I do want to support them and be involved in their lives and moving away has made me feel so separated from them. However, I will say that all the support I have given and the constant efforts on my part have finally paid off with a sister of mine.<br /><br />She's always been a more reserved person and doesn't aim to be the center of attention; which is odd for an late teen. I've tried to be involved in her life, but it seem the more I tried the more I pushed her away. On Saturday, she came down stairs to show me her new clothes and I even received texts and calls from her. I think moving away has actually helped our relationship grow, which is exactly what I've always wanted. At first I had no idea what i was doing wrong and why I didn't have a solid relationship with her, but now I realize that all we needed was time.<br /><br />In my eyes Saturday was a very successful day. Not to mention, that my hubby took me on a horse ride. We were able to use the horse that are one the family field that belong to Uncle Tom. Needless to say, it was fun to ride along side with my hubby, even though all I did was walk the horse. (For those that know me and grew up with me, know that I'm not a super outdoorsy person. This is all new to me since I met my hubby.) Two hours out in the hills riding had me a little saddle sore.<br /><br />The evening settled down with dinner with friends and family at Patio, and a watching the movie The Warrior with Chaze and his girly. This weekend was all about me and I enjoyed the time with my husband and getting to snuggle him at night. Life is short and I'm enjoying the time with my hubby!Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808639398611684004.post-58826230300234555352012-02-29T13:46:00.004-08:002012-02-29T14:34:29.588-08:00New beginningsI honestly don't know where to start. I have so much to tell about our journey as a fairly newly married couple. Our current state affairs have been quite the learning experience. I (Liz Palmer) was applying for jobs at the first of this year, just to see what I could get in Utah County. At the time we were living in Blanding, UT- where my husband's family is from. You see, our goal since we got married was to pursue education. Well, Cameron (my husband whom I love and adore) wasn't in school the previous semester, and to be honest school in his home town was getting more and more difficult for him to do. My hubby has just too many hobbies, especially in the fall and winter. He is a hunter of everything it seems, and a trapper through out the winter. Needless to say, we applied to get him in to BYU for the spring and summer.Hence why I was looking for jobs in Utah County.<br /><br />Things in life happen for a reason. I got interview that first week, and a week later I had a job offer. I wasn't in a position to decline any jobs so I ended up taking it. My husband is still down in Blanding working, and I am in Provo with my parents also working. We have been a part for a month and a half now, and I think I've felt every emotion possible under the sun. All I can say is, the I have a Heavenly Father that blesses my husband with patience.<br /><br />I never considered myself to be a needy person, but going from doing everything with your spouse to not seeing them at all was quite hard. I know, I shouldn't say "not ever seeing him" because I do get to. He comes up some weekends to spend time with me, and I go down there to spend some time with him and his side of the family.<br /><br />We got news yesterday that he was accepted to BYU. This was great hear because it had made this sacrifice worth it. I want my husband to go to a school that he wants to go to. I don't want him to feel like he is settling by going to a second choice option that may not have the degree he is wanting; which is Rec Therapy. I truly am grateful that he was admitted and we will be able to start working on his bachelors. It appears that we are all set for new beginnings for the Palmer clan, and everything should be changing for us in just a matter of weeks.<br /><br />As for myself, I started a "diet" of sorts to keep me busy while my husband is away. It's really an overall health program. Most diets focus on weight loss, but this diet target's cholesterol and trying to prevent cardiovascular disease and diabetes- weight loss is just a side effect. So far, I have lost 4lbs and 1/2 an inch on my waist. I'm only on day six, which makes this process so exciting. Only 12 more weeks to go until I finish my program.<br /><br />Needless to say, it has been quite a journey so far and there is still so much more to come.Cam and Liz Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12983039080226371030noreply@blogger.com2