Kate Middleton

While millions of people gather around televisions to watch the "Royal Wedding", Danny and I will be celebrating our one year anniversary!

I really can't believe we have been married for an entire year. It seems like our wedding was just a couple of months ago but at the same it seems like there never was a life before Danny. It is funny all the things you hear about the first year of marriage. I always heard people say that the first year of marriage is really hard....not true. Not to say that I'm not incredibly annoying/whiny/complainy/irrational sometimes, or that sometimes I wish D would not put his wet towels on the floor but we have been so happy. The first year has been 2.5% difficult, 50% hilarious, 47% wonderful and 0.5% miserable (this accounts for medical mishaps). We have been so blessed this year and things have just seemed to always work out for us.

Top 5 best moments of our first year of marriage:
5. "Bad-A Biker" themed date night
4. Moving in to the new house
3. St.Geezy Home Show weekend
2. Honeymoon in Mexico

1. The temple of course.


Top 5 things I Would Have Known Before Marriage:
5. Men communicate very differently than women do, but their feelings are the same.
4. Making dinner every night is not required
2. Husbands are still boys and they will always do gross things.
1. Getting married doesn't mean you have to grow up. It is great acting like kids together.

Top 5 Things I Learned From Marriage:
5. Marriage requires sacrifice but is not a sacrifice itself.
I got SO MUCH MORE from marriage than I gave away from my single life.
4. Don't let arguments/disagreement ever leave the house.
Moms, friends, sisters, coworkers etc. have no place in a marriage.
3. Pray. Seriously, always pray.
2. When fighting/contention/problems always ask the question:
Do you want a solution or understanding?
It will go much more smoothly.
1. No one will ever think I am as awesome/funny/smart/beautiful as Danny will,
so don't fight the compliments he gives me.

It was easily the best year of my life and I can't wait for the next 60 to come!

Danny Sigh Catts, you are my whole world.


Mark Zuckerberg

Thank you Facebook for reminding my husband about our anniversary. 
Men have it so much easier in this day and age. We will wait and see if he forgets even with the cheat.

(over priced but these things are the size of a baseball! Sooooo good!)

***Also does anyone know why my title font can't use the same font as my post headers? 
There are a handfull of fonts that my title won't work with....***


Margo Catts

We had such a great weekend last week! It is my mother-in-law's birthday today so we surprised her with a trip to Utah since we don't get to see them very often. We surprised Margo with this video (which we thought was hilarious but I'm sure no one else will). Danny and I got to spend Friday morning/afternoon with the folks just hanging around at the house, walking the new beautiful parkway at BYU and eating at Guru's. We spent some time in SLC at sister Cheryl's house eating (we went to this Middle Eastern place that I did not love at all, I have the palate of a 5 year-old so sue me), playing games, dancing, laughing and just having a really wonderful time together. I also made a cake (okay it was awesome, you dragged it out of me) big enough to serve the army and we only ate about 1/8th of it but Danny finished eating it within three days.

 We had a coupon....
 A camera can't even capture Cheryl's sweet dance moves

My awesome cake :)

A few weeks ago in Relief Society we were talking about the things we are most grateful for. The teacher asked us to pick the thing we would miss most if we lost it. Of course, I thought of Danny. Then she asked us to think about the person that gave us that thing and then try to remeber if we ever thanked them for it. I thought of Margo. Danny talks about his mom so much. When we talk about our future family he talks about how his mom did things or funny stories he loves about her or what an incredible teacher she is. In the morning Danny loves to get a blanket and sit by the furnace and let the blanket fill with warm air. He always sits while I get ready for school and at least once every few weeks he tells me the story about his mom putting the blow dryer on his face and smiling at him when he was a little boy when she would get ready for church. He loved that. He loves her. I hope I can be as good of a mom as she was. I have yet to thank her for giving me the most precious and loved thing in my life. I haven't thanked her for giving me the most amazing husband I could ever ask for.
"A grateful heart, then, comes through expressing gratitude to our Heavenly Father for His blessings and to those around us for all that they bring into our lives. This requires conscious effort—at least until we have truly learned and cultivated an attitude of gratitude. Often we feel grateful and intend to express our thanks but forget to do so or just don’t get around to it. Someone has said that “feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.” -Pres.Monson
 Thank you Margo, for giving me my entire world. We love you!


Brother Stott

Finals week is always crazy but for once I was having a very mellow, calm and collected type of finals week.

Saturday I took my hardest test at 7:00AM and while that is not ideal, it went well and left me with all easy-ish tests left. So Danny, Evan and I sat out in the sunshine, tilled up the garden, made meatball subs and bruschetta, watched the rockies game and then got a redbox. It was a wonderful day.

Sunday we slept in...a lot. I made lots of banana bread, homemade rolls, yummy dinner, watched some John Adams, and then stayed up late playing ERS and fortune telling with jumbo cards we won at Liberty Land.Then I set an alarm so I would have some time to study in the morning before my BOM exam (remember how awesome the midterm went?).

Feeling very relaxed I rolled out of bed this morning walked in to the kitchen to get a drink and looked at the clock. It read in painfully, bright green numbers 8:36. I started sweating and walked quickly in to the bedroom to check a second clock, 8:36. I start screaming for Danny to get out of bed and scare him half to death.

So we get ready put clothes on and run out the door, he drops me off and I have to crunch my test into 45 minutes. Goo. I just might be taking Book of Mormon again next semester.

Wish me better luck this week....and keep your fingers crossed the landlord lets us have a dog!


Justice Scalia

I tend to talk to myself a lot. Maybe it has started happening more this past year since D is always studying or observing a doctor or at MCAT prep or a million other things. But sometimes while talking to myself I say something that catches me off guard. For example:

My in-laws came in to town last week for my mother-in-laws 50th birthday surprise (It was so great!). But I was super paranoid about my house being PERFECT since they are in Colorado and it is likely the only time they would see the house before we move for med school. Do all girls feel like they have to have a really adorable, clean, warm house when their mother-in-laws come over? I guess I just wanted her to feel like Danny got an awesome wife that makes being home really amazing. Anyway, this is not the point I'm trying to make. While planning out my time and thinking of everything I needed to do I got completely Overwhelmed. I thought of all the cleaning, organizing, fixing, sewing, mending, laundry, cleaning, baking, painting, hanging, cleaning, studying, writing that I still needed to do before Steve and Margo came into town. These kind of things tend to spiral out of control when I am home alone left with my own thoughts because then I moved on to everything I needed to do for EFY and Fleaur-de-Lis and then moved on to everything I was not doing church wise. I spent over an hour making a list of to-dos and came up with literally 147 things I needed to do before Margo could come over.

So after writing this list for an hour I spent the next 45 minutes crying about how I couldn't do it all and what a horrible wife/student/employee/friend/visiting teacher/human I was. Then while talking to myself as I sulked into the bedroom to at least make the bed before D got home, I said to myself:

Me: Why don't you do more not less?
Self: What do you mean more? Isn't 147 things enough?
Me: No, seriously if you did more and not less you would feel much better about life.

I will spare you the rest of that 30 minute conversation before Me beat out self. So what did I do? More! But I didn't make a list, i didn't cry about it, I didn't sulk through it. I just did. And I did a lot! In three days I got a ton of stuff done and felt so accomplished and way less stressed about the things I didn't get done. As I did more I crossed off ridiculous things on the list as I went. Suddenly, vacuuming made me feel okay about not reading the entire Book of Mormon and baking banana bread so the house would smell "homemaker" all before Margo came over. I did a few of the cute crafty things on the list and got all the essentials done and I felt amazing afterwards.

So here is the moral of the story: Margo loved the house. She didn't think to herself "I wish Michelle would have cleaned on the window tracks before I got here or oiled all of the kitchen cabinets, what a crappy wife my son has!" She loved the house.

Finals are upon us! So.....


I promise, you will feel better about life and the insane lists.


Ashley Ehlers

Hello again.

So there are a lot of things that I am afraid of but I am especially afraid of short hair. After literally four years (when me and Brittan were Freshman we agreed to cut our hair the same day. My appointment was two hours after Brittan's so she ended up with super short hair while mine remained incredibly long. I'm a bad friend sometimes.) of debating whether I should cut all my hair off or not......I finally did it! I must say that I was very calm during the entire process. When lovely sister Nicole took the first big cut and I felt the weight of my hair drop along with my heart, I paused. After just a moment of sheer terror I looked in the mirror and realized I looked fantastic. Why have I wasted all of these years will my long mane?? It has been an adjustment and there are a few times I have not LOVED it but I have yet to HATE it so I think that is a good sign.

There is something about cutting my hair that has made me feel really empowered. My hair has seriously been my comfort zone which seems ridiculous but it is true. Whenever I have gross skin, or feel fat or hate my clothes I think to myself, "good thing my hair is so fantastic". Through my life there have been a few things that have defined me: school, church, independence and my hair.  These are the things I hold on to because they make up who I think I am. I realize now that I have cut my hair that it never had anything to do with who I am. Why am I so vain? Now that my hair is short I noticed that I really like my nose. (this is quickly becoming an ode to Michelle which was not intended) but my point is I am feeling like I can do hard things, I can change even when it is hard, fear is continually holding me back and I do want to be a better version of myself.

So what have I decided to do? Get my hopes up

I am always so afraid to hope for anything. I am a girl that plans out every detail and prepares for the worst. It snowed on my wedding day and it didn't even throw me because I knew and planned on something horrible happening. While this characteristic has made me very resilient it has also made me very anxious and gives me a heavy heart. But not anymore! Because I have short hair and this person is not afraid of all the horrible things in the world. So here are a few of the things I am getting my hopes up for (I'm really into lists lately):

1. We get in to med school in Colorado and we get instate tuition
2. It will not snow again until November (I don't care what the weatherman says!)
3. The Fleur-de-Lis actually fills up for the fall
4. Me and Danny will get to go some where or do something awesome this summer
5. I can write this paper by tomorrow night and actually get a decent grade on it
6. That I can stop being afraid of the future and what may or may not happen

So here is to short hair and a new perspective!


Elder Scott

I have had marriage on the brain since General Conference, specifically since Elder Scott's beautiful talk. His talk made me think so much about my marriage and how grateful I am for right now. I can't remember who said it but I loved the quote, "Choose who you love and love who you choose".

I was talking with a friend today about dating and marriage and a few things hit me. We were talking about approaching dating as a checklist opposed to making two lives fit together as one. When I was 13 years old I made a list in Young Women's about all the things my husband needed to be. It goes like this:

1. Worthy priesthood holder
2. Jet black hair (like dads)
3. Plays the guitar
4. Can skip a rock further than me
5. Is really smart

I will just give you those five since the list gets more shallow as it goes on. Also as the list goes on there are more and more characteristics that Danny does not have. I am really glad the Young Men don't have this same tradition since I am confident I would have made even less of Danny's qualifications.

Last week a Professor that I love offered me an incredible opportunity. He has some connections in Washington D.C. and he offered me an internship with a Congressman this coming fall. I immediatly told him that I couldn't go. Afterwards I was walking to my next class and just kept walking. I spent that class period thinking about how much I wanted to go to D.C. I have always hoped to go and do an internship there! I have loved being a student ever since elementary school. I have worked really hard and pushed myself to multiple breaking points. Being a student is such a huge part of who I am and all I could think about was not getting to go to D.C. because that would set us behind and make Danny go to med school a year late.

I got home that night and told Danny about the internship. I had been thinking about it and hoped he would act so sorry for me and make a big deal about this amazing sacrifice I was amking for him. Danny's immediate reaction was: "Let's look up what classes are online that I can take from D.C." He didn't even hesitate. Suddenly my "sacrifice" seemed really small. He knew that if we went to D.C. he was giving up a year for med school and all the hours he has put in to get ready. But he would never take a dream away from me. He would never even ask me to think about sacrificing that for him.

I won't be going to Washington in the fall. It's just a matter of not giving up what I want most for what I want this moment.

How grateful I am for a husband that didn't fit all the items on my list. I didn't know that what I needed most is a red headed, lanky, baseball player that wants to make all of my dreams realities. I'm incredibly grateful for a Heavenly Father that got me out of my own way so that I could fall in love with him. And I am so glad that we are becoming something together and that he was not all the things I wanted, he didn't love everything that I loved and that I wasn't interested in everything he loves. We are growing up together. He is teaching me to love baseball, getting me to love dogs, convincing me to move out of Utah and even has me craving hot dogs. He has certainly become more patient while shopping, he has read several of my favorite books, he no longer makes fun of chick flics and he is taking me to Les Mis in June.

We love the gospel. We love each other. What else on the list really maters?


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