A new blog for a new era....
Actually, let's be honest: I just wanted to create a new design template now that I'm married. :) Yes. I'm married! Pretty sure I'll never get tired of saying that.
So for further updates, please inquire at:
http://willandemilydavis.blogspot.com
Thank you, and have an above-average day.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
See the World in Green and Blue
Utah is a bit of a fickle friend when it comes to the weather. It will have perfect weather for a few days and then realize that it wasn't quite done with winter and dump a few feet of snow.
But, today is utterly perfect outside.
Oh, and something that really has me in a good mood? Only sixty more days. Yeah. Two months.
But, today is utterly perfect outside.
Oh, and something that really has me in a good mood? Only sixty more days. Yeah. Two months.
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Very Nearly Perfect (A Rotten Thing to Say)
Best Valentine's Day ever. Involved a delicious dinner and chocolate chip cookies (that turned out surprisingly well, despite my making them), my favorite candy, my favorite movie, and beautiful flowers from my fiancé. What a guy!
And I thought I'd also add a few of my favorites from our engagement pictures (taken this weekend)
And I thought I'd also add a few of my favorites from our engagement pictures (taken this weekend)
Friday, February 3, 2012
Em(meline)
Sometimes it's hard for me to relate to family history. (Who am I kidding? Sometimes is code for 99.9% of the time.) But this makes absolutely no sense. I relish other people's history. I'm getting a degree in the study of history for crying out loud. Why not my own family? People who I should connect to on a deeper level? I have no idea.
But, I have had a breakthrough.
I'm not related to Emmeline B. Wells. But. That's not the point right now. The point is that this famous Mormon woman, when it comes right down to it, was just a hard-working LDS mother. Reading the pages of her diary for one of my history classes, I am overwhelmed by the balance she developed between civic involvement and a total devotion to her faith and her family. I am in awe of what she did and how simple and humble her journal is.
I'm not related to Emmeline B. Wells. But. I am related to many others who came across the plains and shaped modern Utah. Sometimes I take their stories for granted. But, in their own way, my ancestors are just as important as Emmeline because they to lived their religion and were willing to sacrifice whatever was necessary to do so. But, to me, they are more important than Emmeline; because they are related to me.
I may think that I can be a part of the legacy of Emmeline B. Wells because I am an LDS woman who wants to be a good wife and mother, but to also make a difference in the world. But it is more important for me to be a part of the legacy of my ancestors, because I already am a part of their family legacy. I have the responsibility, the obligation, to be worthy of that legacy.
A few years ago it was said that we were going to "raise the bar" on standards. Raise the bar? I can only hope to attain the level of Emmeline or any other early Utah settlers of Utah, including my family, who stand as remarkable examples of power, spirit, and love that I hope one day to emulate.
Sometimes it's hard for me to relate to family history. But not today.
But, I have had a breakthrough.
I'm not related to Emmeline B. Wells. But. That's not the point right now. The point is that this famous Mormon woman, when it comes right down to it, was just a hard-working LDS mother. Reading the pages of her diary for one of my history classes, I am overwhelmed by the balance she developed between civic involvement and a total devotion to her faith and her family. I am in awe of what she did and how simple and humble her journal is.
I'm not related to Emmeline B. Wells. But. I am related to many others who came across the plains and shaped modern Utah. Sometimes I take their stories for granted. But, in their own way, my ancestors are just as important as Emmeline because they to lived their religion and were willing to sacrifice whatever was necessary to do so. But, to me, they are more important than Emmeline; because they are related to me.
I may think that I can be a part of the legacy of Emmeline B. Wells because I am an LDS woman who wants to be a good wife and mother, but to also make a difference in the world. But it is more important for me to be a part of the legacy of my ancestors, because I already am a part of their family legacy. I have the responsibility, the obligation, to be worthy of that legacy.
A few years ago it was said that we were going to "raise the bar" on standards. Raise the bar? I can only hope to attain the level of Emmeline or any other early Utah settlers of Utah, including my family, who stand as remarkable examples of power, spirit, and love that I hope one day to emulate.
Sometimes it's hard for me to relate to family history. But not today.
Monday, January 23, 2012
You Know This Could Be Something
I've promised several people that I would email them with the engagement story...and I'm a slacker. But I thought actually posting on this blog that is essentially forgotten by me may be a good way to get the story to people.
The Story:
Will and I had talked about getting married for quite a while before Christmas break started. In fact, I knew that he had ordered a ring and was just waiting to have it shipped. Hopefully it would arrive in Provo before he flew to the East Coast for Christmas. I was home in Philadelphia when he told me over the phone that the ring hadn't come in time, and he was leaving for his home in Virginia tomorrow.
He came up to Pennsylvania the day after Christmas to meet my family and to see downtown Philadelphia. Driving to Independence Hall, Mom and I were discussing what activities we would have time for that day and Will asked if we would be going to Valley Forge. Mom and I decided there wasn't enough time in the day. So, Will suggested that he and I spend a little time at Valley Forge the next morning before we drove to Virginia for me to meet his family. He informed me that the park opened at 7am, so we might as well go then to get an early start to Virginia. My thought process was "Of course he wants to see Valley Forge. It's historical and awesome." And I'm a morning person so arriving at 7 didn't seem out of the ordinary either.
While we were in Philadelphia, Will kept bringing up Valley Forge and I told him about how the winter of 1777-1778 was difficult for the Continental Army. After several defeats at the end of 1777, Washington had his army camp at Valley Forge for the winter and to train with Baron von Steuben to become the real fighting force that would win the American Revolution. The difficulties of Valley Forge were poor supplies, disease, and desertion. But, I like the story of Valley Forge because many of the men there stuck through the difficult winter and remained with the army.
The morning of December 27th we arrived at Valley Forge National Historical Park and Will drove us to the National Memorial Arch. We parked, and walked up the hill just as the sun was rising. We were standing under the Memorial Arch when Will asked me to tell him the story of Valley Forge again. I was a bit confused because I had told him the day before. But I told him the story again.
Then he said that he was willing to do that, to stick around through the hard times. Even through eternity. He got down on one knee, pulled a small box out of his pocket and asked me to marry him. I said yes and he stood up and placed the ring on my finger. The next words out of my mouth were "you lied to me." That sneaky boy told me that the ring hadn't come in time. But don't worry. I've forgiven him.
The Story:
Will and I had talked about getting married for quite a while before Christmas break started. In fact, I knew that he had ordered a ring and was just waiting to have it shipped. Hopefully it would arrive in Provo before he flew to the East Coast for Christmas. I was home in Philadelphia when he told me over the phone that the ring hadn't come in time, and he was leaving for his home in Virginia tomorrow.
He came up to Pennsylvania the day after Christmas to meet my family and to see downtown Philadelphia. Driving to Independence Hall, Mom and I were discussing what activities we would have time for that day and Will asked if we would be going to Valley Forge. Mom and I decided there wasn't enough time in the day. So, Will suggested that he and I spend a little time at Valley Forge the next morning before we drove to Virginia for me to meet his family. He informed me that the park opened at 7am, so we might as well go then to get an early start to Virginia. My thought process was "Of course he wants to see Valley Forge. It's historical and awesome." And I'm a morning person so arriving at 7 didn't seem out of the ordinary either.
While we were in Philadelphia, Will kept bringing up Valley Forge and I told him about how the winter of 1777-1778 was difficult for the Continental Army. After several defeats at the end of 1777, Washington had his army camp at Valley Forge for the winter and to train with Baron von Steuben to become the real fighting force that would win the American Revolution. The difficulties of Valley Forge were poor supplies, disease, and desertion. But, I like the story of Valley Forge because many of the men there stuck through the difficult winter and remained with the army.
The morning of December 27th we arrived at Valley Forge National Historical Park and Will drove us to the National Memorial Arch. We parked, and walked up the hill just as the sun was rising. We were standing under the Memorial Arch when Will asked me to tell him the story of Valley Forge again. I was a bit confused because I had told him the day before. But I told him the story again.
Then he said that he was willing to do that, to stick around through the hard times. Even through eternity. He got down on one knee, pulled a small box out of his pocket and asked me to marry him. I said yes and he stood up and placed the ring on my finger. The next words out of my mouth were "you lied to me." That sneaky boy told me that the ring hadn't come in time. But don't worry. I've forgiven him.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
A Day Which Will Live in Infamy
"The attack...on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. Very many American lives have been lost. In addition American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu."
"With confidence in our armed forces - with the unbounded determination of our people - we will gain the inevitable triumph - so help us God."
Seventy years ago today Japanese pilots bombed Pearl Harbor in a surprise attack on the United States Navy that led to the United States entering World War Two. Americans became crucial to the war effort on the European front while also battling in the Pacific theatre.
VE Day: May 8, 1945
VJ Day: August 15, 1945
God Bless America
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