FHE Pictures

Posting pictures to for the FHE activity (see below) wasn't working so I'm having to post them like this and ruin all the fun. Here they are.

Family Home Evening: Trust.

We tried to have FHE on Monday night but Steven shaved his beard for work. My activity for FHE was practically cenetered around his beard so we waited for tonight to have it. He had no idea what was going on, which made me more excited.

First, we started off with our lesson. Most (and I think all so far) have been Mormon Messages or seminary video clips from youtube and lds.org. We picked at random and got Heber C. Kimball leaving his malaria stricken family to go on two year mission to England. Brigham Young was with him, and before leaving their families stood up in the wagon and shouted, "Hoorah for Israel!" I was hoping this would tie in somehow with trust but not really. I just Sister Kimball trusted her husband would come back to her. Anyway.

Our activity was something I got out of a book, "How to Date Your Spouse", and when it's just the two of you for FHE, it's like a date. The whole concept was around trust. So, I had to trust Steven to put my makeup on for me and do my hair. The book says not to give any tips, just let your husband do what he wants, but when Steven smothered a quarter size amount of foundation into his palm, I started to give him tips. "In makeup, a little bit goes along way." Too bad $25 cent covered one cheek. He put another dallop on the other cheek and we moved onto eyes. He worried about poking my eyes through my eyelids so he lightly padded on some brown eyeshadow and traced eyeliner on. He did a great job with mascara but blush was the scariest part. I advised him to use the light pink blush but insisted on the bright pink since I was wearing a bright pink shirt. He brushed upwards started from the middle of my cheek bone (right underneath the eye) and swooped up to the temple. I was very rosy-cheeked but surprised at what a great job he did. Forget IT, he should be a make-up artist.

For Steven, I got to shave his shadow off and do his hair. For me, I'm used to a half cup of shaving cream for my legs, so he freaked when I made a dollar piece of gel. It was too much but it gave extra cushioning against the blades. I was afraid of slicing his jugular so I just went with a downward motion. His lip was the hardest, so I just barely shaved over it. It wasn't baby smooth but smoother than the prickly beard before it. His hair was the easiest and I parted it on the side (my favorite look for him.) He is one handsome guy, and if we lived in the 40s, he'd be one good looking fella.

For our refreshment, we went to Culvers for some ice cream. We got to show off our looks, and my cheeks were probably a little too pink. Oh well. I know if I were to wake up without my arms tomorrow, Steven would do a fine job of applying my makeup. I'll just ask him to hold off on the blush.

Until next time, we will be hapily living our lives.

Here we go...again.

Once upon a time, I, Becky, wrote one post for this blog. And it was the only post of the whole blog for about six months. I thought me and Steven's life was pretty interesting to read about, but, it wasn't that that invigorating to write about. There are a lot of things I've posted on my Facebook about us but not everybody has a Facebook to view the mundane activities of our daily lives. So, for the whole wide web to read about including our friends and family, I am now updating this blog. I'll try to write every other day but if nothing fantastic happens, I'll save everybody the nap and write about things that are worth noting. Enjoy!