A thousand faces

This is why looking at a baby never gets old. 


Sample this.

Hi, I have a daughter. Weird.

These are the facts.


I am married to a 31 year old MAN. 
(I remember when I thought anything past 25 was old...)
I used to be pregnant and now I'm not. 
(At some point you forget that you're not in your natural state and that it will end with a birth)
I am 27 years old. 
(Eh, that's three years away from 30... Let me repeat, 30!!!)
I am someone's mother. 
(I can't be. I'm someone's kid. If I'm a kid, how can I be a mother?)
I have a daughter. 
(I still don't know where she came from)
I was a missionary. 
(Sharing what I believe used to be kinda scary. Now it's seem silly to ever have had apprehensions about it.)
I live thousands of miles away from my parents. 
(Who does that?)
I love Utah. 
(I said I'd never live here. I obviously didn't know what I was taking about.)
I have a dog. 
(A cat is one thing, they are hardly any maintenance at all, but a dog? )
I have a house. 
(Only grown ups have houses...)
I have a car. 
(I would be relying on public transportation right now if I still lived in Sweden;)
I care about yard work. 
(Only grown ups with houses care about that sort of thing!)


I guess what it all adds up to is the inevitable truth that I'm all grow'd up.


Huh.


It's a sneaky thing, the happening of growing up. You never know when it's going to hit you until you wake up one day and find that your grocery list includes diapers and shaving cream for men...
It is an amazing metamorphosis going from a free radical to being responsible for things greater than you alone.


All strangeness in major changes aside, I've never felt so fulfilled in all my life. 
Hi, I have a daughter. Wonderful.

Snuggle?

(The video Kimball made has now had more than 500 hits on YouTube..)

Genuine motivation is hard to come by

Kimball works all the time.
No, really.
He goes to the office early and until recently returns home late.
Every waking moment his mind is occupied with fluttering thoughts about business, investments, websites, products, employees, innovation etc. All I can do is try to keep up with his mind.


Actually, let me correct myself. I say every waking moment but I know for a fact that it's also most sleeping moments as I witness him talking in his sleep. 
In the middle of the night, out of no where his brilliant strategies sometimes burst out.

"If we pool our resources and do it together we can get a greater return on the investment.."

When Kimball is at his desk in the office working on something it is almost impossible to get his attention for more than a few seconds. He is in the zone. Complete tunnel vision, working on solving a problem or formulating a new idea.
Such is the life of a self-made man.


I've learned some things about good men from watching my father and now my husband (incidentally they are very much alike) and the way they feel about work. 

• They take it very seriously. 
• They believe in putting forth the greatest of effort. 
• They take pride in their work. 
• They enjoy the feeling of accomplishment. 
• They like to reap a reward for their work. 
• Their time is precious and will be well spent.
• Most important of all, if they are not able to produce they feel utterly worthless.
• They see money and wealth as a means to an end rather than a goal itself.

When we first got married he warned me that I so might feel like he was married to his business. I don't think I've ever felt secondary because I always felt that his hard work was for my sake, his family.


Right now Kimball is building out his company. He has found a bigger office space. He is employing some key people to carry the load of the system he is creating for his company.  He is formulating new ideas, concepts and products. He is doing everything he can to create an environment for his employees that promotes creativity, productivity and even fun.
Because Kimball loves to have fun more than anything. It's all for fun.
He likes working, it's for fun.
He like doing things he's never done before, it's for fun.
He likes to reap the rewards of hard work, so that he can have some fun.


In the midst of all the brain storming and serious crunch time there are important moments of laughter and fun to help motivate and liven the creative spirit.


Motivation can be hard to find sometimes but it's created not served.
With that in mind there truly is no limit to success.


This is currently what he's working with.
HCGdiet.com

A guiding hand and loving care

Cathy Larson is a wonderful woman full of tenderness and love toward mothers and babies.
She came into our lives as, it seems, was always intended. Her devotion and soothing spirit gave me what I needed to feel confident and determined in my decision to let Lois be born in her own home.


From the beginning when I first meth Cathy I knew I had found the right person. I had called around and talked to other midwives who where overbooked or busy with family and they led me to Cathy.
I liked her from the second I met her. 
She was calm and serene in her home office where numerous things testified of her personality. Great books and literature concerning religion, life, medicine and healing. Small articles of personal significance like pictures and knick knacks.


I'm not positive on the exact number of births she's attended but they are many. She even delivers her own grand children.  She will be serving as a midwife in Africa this summer, teaching, nurturing and assisting women that need her help.


The birth of Lois was the first delivery she did after having lost her close friend and colleague Briana Blackwelder, a young midwife with skilled hands who would assist Cathy at her deliveries as Cathy would assist her at hers. Briana was taken home to her Heavenly Father over Easter weekend and it's been an emotional few days mourning her while celebrating new life in the sacrifice of the Savior and the birth of a child. 


With all that was going on Cathy was calm and solid as ever and helped me through the most intense experience of my life.


Thank you Cathy. 
We love you dearly.