New Favorite Song

"...And dream for me anything, but dream it in color about how we know the sun's still rising and we don't care..."

(Thanks, Jordyn!)

The Ending of a Chapter

So... Up until April 2, 2011, I was a member of the most amazing group. Maybe you've heard of it: the American Fork High School Color Guard.I was a member for five years, but now I'm old and I have to graduate. Who does that?? I do, apparently. Even though this is sad for me- the color guard world (and all the girls) have been my family- I sill won't cry because it's over, I'll smile because it happened. There are very few things I would trade for my experiences over these last few years. I just wanted to say THANK YOU to my guard family. You've been there for me to encourage me, lift me when I was down, always making me laugh, and never letting me forget that I was welcome and belonged in that world. And another thank you to EVERYONE ELSE who found ways to allow me to go as far as possible in my career as a "graceful color guard member."

A picture for (almost) every show I did:
(not pictured: 'Calling all Angels'-2007, 'Pulse'-2007, 'Waiting on the World to Change'-2008)

"Pandemonium"- 2010             "Send in the Mimes"- 2010         Parades- Every Summer



"Greatest Generation"- 2009               Band Camp- Every Summer               "The Island"- 2008 

 

"Welcome to the Circus"- 2011                     "Little Creepy World"- 2009

My Last Psych Up:
"Winter guard means spending 15 to 20 hours a week dashing up and down a 50 by 70 foot area spinning a 3.5 pound rifle of a 6-foot flag. It's your free time to strive for perfection and hearing either the criticism or applause of your instructor over and over. Sometimes you march with blisters on your feet, splints on your fingers, when you're sick and when every muscle in your body aches. It means being willing to try it once more even though you have just endured a loss, tears are running down your face, and your heart is breaking. Dedicated members involved in any sport will push through injuries and fatigue, expending every last bit of energy to help their team. It's being everything you want to be in that moment- when you're on the floor. It's our life, it's our love, it's our family, it's us..."

A Duo of Welcomes

On Monday, March 28, 2011 my family and I had two very special welcomes. One being a "Welcome Home" while the other was a "Welcome to This World." Two very different, yet equally exciting experiences. Two (actually, maybe a little more than two) very sweet Kodak moments:

The first one started (for me) at about 2:30 in the morning. I got a call from my mother informing me that my older sister, Mandi was going to have her baby- like NOW!  But it took a litter longer than that. The official start to this Welcome to the World was at 6:08am. Weighing in at 6 lbs. 13 oz. and 19 inches long, came little Miss  Laila Mae Davey. She's so sweet. Such a perfect little baby. I am the Godmother- or Crazy Aunt Nicki- but, I prefer Godmother :) That's her on the right!!

Second, we had our Welcome Home for "My Hero" Brian Davey. He came home for two weeks from his tour in Afghanistan to be with his new baby. Brian got home around 7 o'clock ish (? I don't really remember the time). On the same day, narrowly missing the birth of his new baby :( But we got Video :) On the left is a picture of him and Seja at the hospital visiting Mandi and Laila. AWWWWWWWWW precious!!