what watching tangled with britton is like.

happy birthday to the cutest boy I know!

He's two. 

I miss him more than I ever thought I could. 

And I will never get enough of his little voice saying, "Hi Jaaane." 

Thank the heavens for skype.

a princess worth waiting for.

I just watched Tangled for the fourth time since I've been in Texas. (each time with different people)
One of my favorite bloggers posted this a couple of months ago and every time I see this part I look a little closer at the goodness of it.

"You okay?"
"Terrified."
"Why?"
"I've been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming what it might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it's not everything I dreamed it would be?"
"It will be."
"And what if it is? What do I do then?"
"Well that's the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream." 

Call me what you will: but oh am I a dreamer. That's why Tangled and I have the relationship we do, and I do take these words to heart.

PS. My favorite watching companion? 3 and 1/2 year old Kate. She's one of the prettiest girls you'll ever see, Rapunzel is her favorite princess, she sat practically on top of me the entire movie, made sure we paused it while we ate, kept telling me to turn it up because everyone was being too loud and told her mom she and I were best friends when they left. Love her.

haves and have nots.

In the past couple of weeks
I haven't been doing my five year plan (woops)
I haven't worn a lot of makeup. 
But
I have devoured an outrageous amount of meatball sandwiches and Blue Bell ice cream.
I have absorbed large amounts of information via twitter. pinterest. tumblr. blogger. stumbleupon. (and the list continues...)
Not going to lie. All the absorption is making me sick. I need to cool it.
I have watched a lot of Friday Night Lights and fallen in love with the Southern-ness of it.

In other news:
Having my parents in Texas with me was a delight, I miss those crazy kids.
also
I just started watching Parks and Recreation...
...
...
...
I am seriously curious,
Whhyyyy did it take me so long???

may 23rd

On this day, in 1934 Bonnie and Clyde were shot to death on some small road in Louisiana. 

The article in the New York Times reporting the death of Bonnie and Clyde 77 years ago began like this:
"Shreveport, La., May 23 -- Clyde Barrow, notorious Texas "bad man" and murderer, and his cigar-smoking, quick-shooting woman accomplice, Bonnie Parker, were ambushed and shot to death today in an encounter with Texas Rangers and Sheriff's deputies."

I feel as if the writing in this article is exactly what I would imagine it to be. Filled with smooth accusations and words like "whizzed" or sayings like "careened crazily." It's beautiful, really.

The thing I find most intriguing though, is that Bonnie Parker really wasn't this "cigar-smoking, quick-shooting woman." But, the media had a picture of her smoking a cigar, most likely in a moment of play. And just like that she brought the public the sex-appeal they were looking for. Creating a greater focus on the gang of bandits and creating a villain that wasn't really there.

Also. In a watered-down version of what might be the truth, Clyde Barrow killed (mostly police officers) because he was angry with the Texas correctional facility for allowing him to be sexually abused while in prison.

Anyway. Enough of my latest research on the infamous duo. (Yes, I did spend an hour reading the entire Wikipedia entry on them a couple of weeks ago) I've just thought about them a lot lately, and it seemed fitting to speak of them today. They were from Texas. And died at the ages of 23 and 25.

There is something about being notorious and dying young that seems to always catch my interest.



In other news, my parents made it to Texas. Britton and I are pleased as punch. 

a love letter.

Dear Mom,

There are too many reasons why I love you. And around 78394765 reasons why you are such an incredible mom. I feel like I really lucked out in life, because I have you. You're my best friend and most of the time, I'd rather hang out with you than anyone else.

I must admit I really do love it when you come to my bathroom door at the end of the night begging for details. And how you will drive me to McDonalds past midnight when my (dramatic) life calls for a coke and chicken nuggets.

Thanks for not always saying "I told you so" even though you really, always, were and are right.

I know I can count on you (without fail) to check for earrings, lipgloss, and to make sure I smell good. And I really, really like knowing that you care. Even about the small stuff.

You're wonderful, and I hope you know that.
Love always,

Molly Jane

PS Hurry and come to Texas, I need help with my laundry. (JOKE)

fail.

I've already failed on what was supposed to be a post a day in May.
Shoot.

But in case you were wondering what I've done this week...
I fiesta-ed with my brother for his cinco de Mayo bday (he's 28!)
I watched lots of Sesame Street and My So-Called Life (That Jordan Catalano is quite the hunk and a half...even if he's worthless in every other area)
I read a good chunk of The History of Love (More like ate up every single word)
I relished in the musical stylings of Arcade Fire (and, being the VIP that I am, drank Perrier in their tent at the after party...might be a pic and a story on that later)
I devoured lots and lots of good food (Including authentic gnocchi...which I've been craving...win)

I've also started hanging out with strictly married couples and toddlers. (My sister-in-law has the best kind of family)

Safe to say that Texas has welcomed me with open arms.
(now I just need to find me one of those hot james dean lookin' cowboys...)

And that's all y'all!

today.

I watched a million episodes of Bernstein Bears

 

and hung out with this guy. 

That's what I do now. 

All day every day. 

and I love it.

someday my prince will come.

I feel like I had a million other things to blog about.

(like how I moved to texas. or how I turned 21. or how my brother left on his mission. or how I passed physical science [hallelujah])

But all I can think about...

is how much I love this dress.

She is so classy.

And I thought she looked perfect. The veil is perfect. The lace is perfect. I love it all.

If only I could have been in London to see it. Bummer.

At least there is still hope for me in finding and marrying a prince though...Right??

three left.

I procrastinate like nobody's business (hence...the blogpost)
I still have three finals left.
BUT once I'm finished with them...

I'll be saying hello to 

21

Goodbye to this guy

and I'll see you soon to these Texans

Let's not forget my giant pile of summer reading.
I. Can't. Wait. (for everything except for saying goodbye to the elder)

"On a really dark night, you can see between 1,000 and 1,500 stars, and there are millions more that haven't been discovered. It is so easy to think that the world revolves around you, but all you have to do is stare up at the sky to realize it isn't that way at all."

My Sister's Keeper (the book)

I am grateful for friends. And for all the people that love me. The people I love, too.

I love learning. My road trip down South opened my eyes to a lot of things. Thank you to all who contributed to the beauty that was my adventure in Louisiana/Texas. I feel like any experience is able to give out learning opportunities, ours for the taking at all times. That scares me, but I love it all the same.

This past week has been hard.

But it has also been wonderful in so many ways.

The 4th of July makes me happy, it is one of the best holidays for sure. Fireworks, family, freedom. What could be better? Not much.

Oh I know what might make it a little better...

this guy.

cinco de mayo.

I learned from Wikipedia that:

The atomic number for Cobalt is 27.
The New York Yankees have won the world series 27 times.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart completed 27 concerti for piano and orchestra.
There are 27 letters in the Hebrew alphabet.
The planet Uranus has 27 moons.

There are a total number of 27 books in the New Testament.

Wanna know what else is 27?

JACOB ALLEN MOON

This big guy just so happens to be my handsome oldest brother.

When I think of Jake I think of...

his gorgeous and totally awesome wife.

his beautiful baby boy.

how he can basically do anything.

his fantastic fashion sense.

how everyone loves him.

and how he's always taken care of all of us.

I remember things like:

The billions of basketball games I have attended over the years (all of which he dominated on the court).

Us singin' our hearts out (in the car...kitchen...anywhere really...).

His best ever birthday fiestas (carne asada...divine).

Me crying during my speech at his wedding dinner (and me also admitting he was my favorite).

Him telling my mom and I after the first time he met Michelle that he was gonna marry her (which he did).

Watching him hold his baby boy for the first time (I totally cried then too).

(oh and he also cleaned up after me when I threw up just an hour after Britton was born {in Michelle's hospital bathroom}).

Being bummed when he moved to Texas...

But realizing he'll always be there and when he comes back nothing has changed one bit.

Everyone should be jealous that I get to have him in my family :)

Jakey...

I hope your day was full.

of love.

of goodness.

and of awesomeness too.

I love you big brother. Thanks for being born into my family.

everything is bigger in texas.

This cute boy...

this young lady...

and this guy...

Have moved to the Lone Star state.

In all it's glory.

I can't believe this day has actually come.

A few love letters for my favorite people.

Dear Britton:

I love your cute face and tongue, your giggles, and your dimples. I am going to miss the way you love to jump and bounce whenever someone holds you. Thanks for sharing all of your throw up with me (especially when I had gotten all ready--which was every time). Don't forget Utah, it's way better than Texas (we love you way more too :). Don't grow up too fast. Can't wait until I get to hug you again and get your (extremely) wet kisses!

Love you bubba,

(your favorite) Aunt Molly

Dear Michelle:

I love you so stinkin' much! Thanks for always being there for me to talk to. You give the BEST advice. You bring incredible amounts of happiness into the life of anyone who knows you. I love the way you have to have everything planned out (always far in advance) and the way you bring people together. I think your dance moves are way awesome (and I'm so jealous). I love when you sing/dance/entertain Britton (you're a GREAT mom). I'll miss you lots (especially on Sundays.)

Love always,

Miss Molly Jane

Dear Jakey:

All I can really say is, thank you. Thanks for being my example. Thanks for being my friend. Thanks for being patient with me and for loving me. Thanks for listening to and sharing music with me and for taking me running (at least you tried :). Thanks for supporting who I am and for always having confidence in me. You truly are the best. I'll miss you so so so much. I love you Jakey!

Love,

Molly Jane

Texas is a heck of a lot farther away than Springville.