The confessions of an over packer

This blog post comes to you all the way from Whistler Village. Husband and I got to come along with two of our besties. The object of the trip? Film Whistler in its winter glory with the soon-to-be Bryce's.

So. Yesterday. After a mad dash around the house, I managed to pull together a suitcase for us consisting of a week's worth of clothes, thinking, "Yep, this should about do it for one night and one day."

I suffer from over packing syndrome. This is a disease. A psychological disease that even I don't understand.
But I have it.
My suitcase, duffel, and handbag are here to prove it.

And if you asked I'd answer, well yes, I do NEED two bathing suits. Yes, and the multiple choices of jewlery for my outfit. Ok, outfits plural. And YES. Yes I do need 5 shirts to choose from. You never know what clothing mood you might be in the next morning. And maybe, just maybe, I do need multiple bras, multiple pants, 3 pairs of socks {for the record, I wore them all}, 4 nail polish {also. Used this!}, three cardigans, and two jackets. That's not that bad. Is it?

I can feel the intense glare my Husband just gave me. Ok. Fine.

But. Really. I mean, whatever.
No one can say I go anywhere unprepared {Well, except for the fact that I'm notorious for over packing and yet, still forgetting something}. And, honestly, if you'd go travelling with me you'd love it. Cause I'd have everything and I'd be quite keen to share. You're welcome.

That's all I have to say on that. My chai tea latte sits infront of me waiting for my attention. Oh. And I guess the Husband also wants some attention.
Alright, Husband. I'm all yours.

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— Bonny Wormald (@B_Wormald) March 25, 2012

Sunny Spring Sundays...I have a strong affection for you

Yesterday the sun was out in all its beautiful & warming glory.
Sunny spring Sundays, oh how I love thee.

Last year, while I was far too busy with school, I had this sneaking suspicion that I'd enjoy these kinda days.
I was SO right.

And my reward for being so right?
Actually getting to enjoy one of my first sunny spring Sundays in a L.O.N.G. time.
How did we spend it you ask?

Well, picnicing, of course.
I hope you enjoyed your sunny spring Sunday as well.

In other news...
This last week I got to spend my day off with a Monster & a Monkey. It had been a while and this Auntie was itching for some Monster & Monkey hugs. So, I took an afternoon to steal as many as I could.

I just don't know how safe it is to be this cute. Look out boys. She'll be a heartbreaker.

I'm certain that this one will cause his momma many nervous break downs. How can one little body be so adventurous?

At the age of 4 he taught himself how to ride a bike in about, oh, 10 minutes. Say what?

I'm one proud wife! Brides-to-be...this one's for you!

Couldn't be more proud of my man!

My husband and his business partners got some mad skill at what they do. It's such a joy to watch them do what God has gifted them to do. And they LOVE making films...all kinds. Their newest adventure...
...weddings films!
Ok, maybe they're not new to it. But now it's official.

Brides, if you're looking for some creativity and superb story telling in capturing one of the most special days in your's and your man's love story you might want to consider connecting with Cassiar-Weddings.

Here's a peak at their Demo reel.



And I've included our little Love Story video that they did also.

xoxo

A kiss = a powerful connection

Something I've learnt in our short 7 months of marriage is how quickly you can feel out of touch with this person who you're absolutely in love with. Just a short 5 days of sickness with minimal kissing {we were trying to keep our germs to ourselves this round} and busy schedules and you can end up feeling disconnected {never mind my day of being an outright over the top crank). I hate this.

I never understood how people could say they just grew apart.
But.
I think I get it now.
Just these 5 short days made me feel an ache for a reconnection.
I couldn't image that feeling extended over a longer period of time.
{This doesn't take into consideration a long distance relationship, mind you. We did that for 3 months during our engagement season and we, of course, were able to stay connected}.

So. After some talking it out we decided we won't have it.
We recommitted our attention to affection and connection again tonight.
Because it was needed.
Because it's always needed.
I'm know it to be true that this relationship deserves more attention, care, affection, devotion, nurture, and love than any other relationship I've ever had.
God has given us this relationship for His Glory. So. Shouldn't we honor Him in this way? By taking care of this covenant we've made to one another.
I think so.
And I'm committed to do this.
So is the Husband.

And then. Last night. After 5 days {which felt like an eternity} that's exactly what we did.
Reconnected.
With an evening of cuddling in bed.
Wrestling.
Making cookies {which totally flopped by the way. Well the first batch. 2/3 cups flour instead of 2 2/3 cups. Oops).
Talking.
Kissing {of course!}.
Holding hands.
More Talking.

I love talking to this man. He's the one I've chosen to talk to every day for the rest of the days our Lord gives us.

xoxo

Cowgirl fail

What to say? What to write? Hmm.
Wow.
I'm actually that boring. I can't thinking of anything interesting to write that has occurred during the past couple days.

I suppose I gotta give myself some kind of break. I was playing Doctor to Husband for the past 4 days and our life consisted of A LOT of sitting on the couch, eating soup, finishing the second season of Modern Family, taking medicine, taking more medicine, and experimenting with the coolness of a Neti Pot. Do any of you have this? It's pretty cool. How does it do that? How is my nose made like that? If you have no idea what I'm talking about, trust me when I say, invest in this thing next time you're sick. Think genie bottle, faucet, and drainage and you've got yourself a neti pot.
Who thought of this? It's weird.
Anyways. It gets two major thumbs up from us. Both because it's just plain ol' cool and because it enabled my Husband to get two full night sleeps in a row now. Wahoo.

And, since there's no real purpose to this post anyways, I thought I'd leave you with a little treat of a "what was I thinking?" photo.

Epic fail of a cowgirl hat.

10 fun facts

Photo Cred: Mikaela Ruth Photography

1. I make up words {though I'm convinced they're right}. And I'm a self-proclaimed expert at saying well known sayings wrong. They sound right to me, however.

2. Pop hurts me. Physically hurts me. So I don't drink it. It's too painful. Not because I don't like it, but because it hurts me. We won't have pop in this house for our kids.

3. I have to make my bed before I get into it to mess it up. If I don't make it in the morning I feel like something is wrong throughout the day.

4. Once I burnt myself so bad in a tanning bed that I turned purple. PURPLE. You'd think I'd stop going. Nope.

5. Husband says he likes every meal I cook. He lies. But I love him for it.

6. I think I have the best husband EVER. I really do. Sometimes, when I think if anything ever happened to him, I get short of breath. I can't image anyone ever pairing me like he does. He is definitely evidence of God's grace in my life.

7. I could eat chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Plus a few snacks thrown in there. There will be lots of cookies in this house for our kids.

8. I worry...a lot! Husband never worries. He's definitely the laid back one. 

9. I am a morning person. I like to sing and dance as I get ready in the morning. My night owl husband doesn't always find this charming. I can't figure out why.

10. I love my Husband and I'm loved back. We're so lucky.

Oh, and thanks for coming and visiting me here. 

I love being able to capture our life, love and marriage in this here little blog and I'm happy to share it with you.

xoxo

Confession time

It's Monday. Gloomy, wet, windy, 'got-the-blues' Monday.

And I have a confession to make.

Tonight, I'll be watching the Bachelor finale.

If you've been reading my blog for a while now, you'll remember I posted here how disgusted I was in the show and I promised myself I'd not watch it again.

But.

You see.

I think I need closure on this Courtney saga.

So. Tonight. That's what I'll be doing. Shamefully watching quite possibly one of the worst shows our culture has birthed to date.

But in all fairness...I'm doing it for the sake of a girl's night. 

Yes.

That's right.

Now I feel better about it.

Meltdown in the kitchen

Our kitchen witnessed another dinner fiasco.
The culprit. Rice.
I H.A.T.E. cooking rice. Pretty sure I've offended all rice grains out there cause there honestly hasn't been one time I've ever cooked rice to perfection. Yet, I still try. Not sure why. Tonight, I've sworn off all rice cooking duty in my future. Husband is now officially on rice duty.

I, Bonny Wormald, have sworn off all rice cooking duties and placed it in the capable hands of
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Husband.
           
I, Adam Wormald, have sworn to take over all rice cooking duties from today forward to save my
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wife from insanity.
Have I said lately how much I appreciate this man. Cause, I do. I really do.

So. I've been banned from my kitchen tonight.
Housewife skills reeeeeeaally shining through right now.
Hanging my head in shame.

This feeling of anticipation

I was feeling that I needed to post another cheeky kinda-post as the last few have been more serious.

...but...

I guess that's the feeling of the season I'm in.

Every night before we go to bed, Adam and I gather to pray. 

Sometimes it's short.

Sometimes it feels like we could pour out our hearts and the night still wouldn't have enough hours.

Our prayers seem to revolve around this season we find ourselves in. 

It's a season of anticipation. 

A season of expectation. 

Of what? 

We're not sure.

But I know with all certainty that He's preparing us for something, or someone I know not. 

I find my heart aching for this something or someone. 

and so...

i wait.

we wait.

in prayer...

in anticipation...

in hope...

in fear...

in faith...in faith...

Our hearts are waiting, praying for faith to trust, and courage to step forward.

xoxo

A word to the Brides-to-be...from your's truly

I know I'm no pro at anything. And perhaps most of my thoughts on this matter come from my failure at it {it's funny how that works, isn't it}. But, I wanted to take a moment to say a little word to all the new Enagies out there in this season of planning.

- Soak in these moments. It really is a once in a life time kind of deal.

- Keep a journal. Record your feelings, thoughts, fears, hopes, dreams. Share this with your man. Allow him to write back in it. You'll have this piece of yourselves as an invaluable remnant of this season.

- Don't exert energy on the look of the wedding over the feel of it. Be true to yourself and your man. Let "you" shine through in everything you do.

- Focus on the intention of this marriage you are entering. Let this be the focus of the day. You are not throwing the party of the year {despite how pretty you want it to be}. You are in fact entering into covenant. And the party is just a side-effect of that {And I'm sure it will be the prettiest most detailed filled day ever} ... this one was a hard one for me to grasp. And maybe I only got it on the wedding day itself.
- Pray each day for grace. Be particularly gracious, forgiving, and merciful to one another in this season. It is a BIG season of change and preparation.

- Don't be about the decor over and above the preparation for this little thing called marriage. Continue to devote yourselves to one another more so than you'll devote yourself to this one day.
- Plan your days to plan. And the rest just be with one another. Rather than the other way around.
- Trust him with things on your to-do list. Allow him to share the weight of the day.

- And remember, truly, honestly, remember, it is only a one day kind of thing. In the end, the flowers, the decor, the ring, the dress {Ok. Maybe not the dress. If I had a choice I'd live in my dress everyday}...anyways, all of that is only a brief moment in the rest of your lives and it doesn't even build into the importance and value of the covenant you're making with one another.

So. Stay focused on each other and the love God has blessed you with. 

Stay true to one another despite the stress. 

And most importantly... 

...stay devoted to God and the intention of the union you are making. 

It is a covenant, after all. 

With you, your man, and God.

Happy planning my friends.

photo cred: Matt Wormald

xox

Cough. Sneeze. Sneeze. Cough. Sneeze. Cough. Repeat.

I'm at home sick today. I was at home sick yesterday. Oh and the day before {thanks, hubby. I like sharing most things with you. But sickness? Perhaps you can keep this one to yourself next time}.

I sound like a man and the kleenex box has become a very good buddy of mine. I want to blog. I really do. But this pounding head of mine makes it difficult to do.

None-the-less. Here I write. And here are 10 of my favorite things from this weekend.

1. I've always envied girls with husky voices {I know. Weird, right?}. Anyways. Now I have one!
2. Husband has been an uber sensitive & caring partner while I've been sick. He's always asking if he can do anything for me. I just groan. He just holds me.
3. I got a moment of energy on Thursday so I baked a cinnamon roll cake. It was goooooood. And that's without half my taste in tack. I may not cook or bake with class or pizzaz but when I do... Deliciousness happens.
4. I'm all caught up on primetime shows. I'm so on top of the Blair & Humphrey drama.
5. A month ago I stocked up on Kleenex supply. I thought at the time, "Who needs this much Kleenex?" None-the-less it was a sweet deal so I purchased. I'm a sucker for deals. This week, however, I'm very thankful for my efficiency, forward thinking, and knack for deals. Way to go me.
6. ... insert cough, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, cough. BLAH.

What? Only 5 come to mind. Ok. I know there's more but I seriously can't think of anything else. I guess this sickness has won. For now at least.

On another note. Isn't the hubberz just the sweetest. I may not cook much but when I do, he makes sure to point it out {smooches hubs}.

Announcement!

I have exciting news to share! The best!

One of my dearest, bestest, and longest friends is expecting their first little babes!!!!

EEEE. Super excited. I found out a couple weeks ago and have just been itching to share with you all. Here's the Mumsie & Daddy to be.

This here Auntie is already filled to the brim with love. 

Love you, Kare.