Wedding Musings

This has been running through my head all day...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jK-NcRmVcw&ob=av2n


I wish I could post a picture of my dress, but I won't. All I'll say is that if it can make people tear up (in a good way) then it's GORGEOUS. Sister Eaton did a phenomenal job and I can't wait to show it off.
I will, however, show you what I want my hair to be inspired off of. I can do this because it won't look exactly like it.

Heck yeah!
I'm starting to like these last few weeks. It's more stressful (because it's like OH SHOOT WE HAVEN'T DONE THIS YET), but I get to plan the more girly parts. Like my hair, makeup, jewelry, etc. Also, it's been my birthday for the last little bit apparently, because people are buying presents and sending them to me. And trust me, I'm not expecting people to send me presents. So it makes me happy and a little bit giggly when I see a box labeled "Camille Murphy". I can't wait to be able to use these things that people have been generous enough to give to me, in my own kitchen.
Other news? Brandon has moved into our apartment. We currently have a couch, bookshelf, bed, end table, aaaand that's pretty much it. I don't care, I'm excited for us to move our things in and buy furniture together. I'm totally romanticizing the idea of being poor and young and married... but who cares.

August

Well, tomorrow is August.
August means wedding.
Wedding means the beginning of a lot of things, but the end of a lot of other things.
So I'm faced with all these conflicted emotions.
I am so happy to be getting married, because being apart from Brandon has been very hard these last few months. I know, I know... "But you spend all your time texting and calling and skyping and writing letters and..." But it's not the same. We've spent the vast majority of our engagement apart, which could be for the better. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But after a while it just gets annoying. I get to see him in 2 1/2 weeks, and it's going to be pretty surreal that the next time I see him in person will be when we are getting married. Just tonight I was texting one of my friends and said "If our husbands play together on the same basketball team we can sit together and be wife cheerleaders". And then kind of freaked out (but in a good way). I'm going to be a WIFE?! What the heck. But at the same time, it's the right thing for me. It's hard to explain. But Brandon's the one for me, so that's the end of it. And I can't wait to be with him.
At the same time, I'm kind of sad to be winding down my time in Irvine. I knew this was going to be my last summer here. And I've really tried to make the best of it. But now that it's winding down, I'm going to miss this place. I have made many friends this summer. A lot of them have been the parents of children that I babysit, but I really enjoy their company. It's nice to see a lot of young moms that are in the place I will be in about 5-10 years. Which is another thing that kind of blows my mind, but I digress. I will miss chatting with them.
I've worked harder this summer than ever before. And that's funny to think about, because I have less to show for it than ever before. But I have bought Brandon and myself round trip tickets throughout the summer, and have paid off 2 full months of rent. and I will save a lot more by the end of the summer. and I haven't worked out this summer as much as I could have. But I have tired myself out every single day. I babysit sometimes 13 hours in a single day, and let me tell you THAT is a workout! I don't know how moms do it. I guess I'll learn someday.
I will miss everyone, but I know this is my next step and it's better to take it now than never.

Taste of Mommyness

Last week I was asked to babysit overnight for a very nice family in my ward while the mom worked and the dad trained for his new job. I knew it was going to be hard when she said her 9 month old twin boys were teething and might be up in the night. She said that they might only be up once, and I could just give them a bottle, but they might get up more than that so she would make a few bottles for both of them just in case.
I went over at 9 PM, and was greeted by one of the babies crying. I just held him and snuggled up with him, and he eventually fell back asleep. My favorite part of that was when he was falling asleep, he rolled over so that he was facing my body, and snuggled back in. Who wouldn't like that?
He went to bed at about 930, and I had some time to kill. I had taken a nap earlier in the day, so I wasn't tired yet. I watched some ESPN and Disney Channel, and just as I was about to fall asleep at midnight I heard crying. Neeeeedless to say, it was the beginning of a LONG night. I got 3 hours of sleep, in 3 1-hour periods. By 5:30, I was about to cry myself. Then I realized, this is exactly what being a mom will be like. I will not sleep for more than a few hours at a time for a long time, and then I will be up all day (I did work 5 hours then come home and take a nap right after that).
So pretty much, I respect all moms. Because at one point they have had newborns, and teething children, and nights where they see just about every hour on the clock. But I did get this cute little picture at about 1 in the morning, when Adam was refusing to sleep (every time I would pick him up he would be so tired he couldn't pick up his head, but he wanted to play soooo bad!)

You can't get mad at a face like that!

The Surprise

So I should blog about everything that's happened in the last two weeks... but I don't feel like it. So I"ll break it up a little bit.
So we drove up to Utah on June 29 for our family reunion. It was kind of rough being only 4 hours away from Brandon and not being able to see him, but I knew I was going to see him in a few days anyway when he flew out to California to be with us for a week.
Thursday morning my mom, grandma, Bethany, and I went shopping. On our way out, my mom looked at her phone and handed it to me, saying "Oh it's Brandon, probably for you!" So I answered it, and he sounded sooooo awkward. He said, "Umm, you need to hand the phone to your mom." Instantly my alerts were on high. Once I heard him say "Freak!" (his exclamation of choice), I knew something was up.
I didn't want to ask him outright, because I was getting my hopes up and if it wasn't actually what I was thinking I would be crushed. However, I was trying to be sneaky. I decided to call him at lunchtime, to see if he was in the car. He was, and he said he was just waking up from a nap. I said "Don't lie, you're in the car right now!" "Ohhh uhhh yeah Michael and I are going to Burger King." Hmmmmm. But then I thought, "if I call him a few hours later and if he is STILL in the car, then I will know he's coming to see me!" So a few hours later I called... and I couldn't hear the car. Turns out he could see me the whole time, because we were both in the same part of BYU campus. But it was enough to make me sad and give up hope. Imagine my surprise 20 minutes later when he walked through my grandparent's door. Luckily Michael was there to keep everyone entertained while I hugged Brandon for about 5 minutes straight. He was only there for the afternoon, but it was enough to keep me going until Monday.
We celebrated who knows what by going to Tucano's.

After that, I brought him over the Pleasant Grove to meet some more aunts and uncles and cousins. Poor guy, he's never going to meet everyone.
I don't really remember what we talked about (not like I'd tell you anyways), but I just remember being super happy and surprised that he had pulled this off for me. Luckily I convinced them to leave early in the morning, instead of driving through the night. It was a great surprise, and I owe him big time for doing that for me.