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Goodbye Salt Lake, seat bumps and leaving my husband

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It was time to take the next trip on the Krylborn Journey of Life. But this time we weren’t taking it together.

Leaving Marcus in Salt Lake wasn’t easy – I talked about my crying craziness just last week – But we decided months ago that it was the best thing to do. I cried a good deal the days leading up to my departure, but not quite enough to ensure that I didn’t break down the morning we left. I wonder if I could have prevented that at all. Probably not. It’s definitely a big help that I’ll be with my family in the meantime, but it just makes it worse to know that he won’t have anyone there with him. Though it’s all a really hard situation, I can’t help but be a little fascinated by the fact that I care about him so much that I worry more about his dealing with it all than my own. It’s really amazing that you can come to really love someone that much in such short time.

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My “we’re leaving the apartment” -selfie sent to Marcus who was at work at the time. – Yes, I know what I’m doing. And no, I’m not a huge fan of selfies.

Anyway, again, fortunately, (too many adverbials) my mom was there too to fly home with me. Thank goodness! I can’t imagine what that trip would have been if she hadn’t. And the luck we had! According to our boarding passes it didn’t look like we were seated next to each other on two of our three flights. The one, of course, being our last and shortest flight of only an hour. The kind lady at check-in said there was nothing she could do, so we decided to try our luck asking some of our fellow passengers to swap seats with us.

But when we got on our first flight we were surprised to see that we had been seated next to each other after all! (one of those flights for more intellectual people where seats D and F are actually next to each other) aaand that we were seated in the front row of economy – here meaning that we had all the leg space we could ever dream of!

Our layover in Chicago was only half an hour and was pretty stressful but when we got to the gate we were informed that our seats had been reassigned. She gave us new boarding passes and to our astonishment found that we had been bumped to business class. Oh my goodness! Is it anyone’s dream to get that bump on an overseas flight to Europe (when you’re pregnant and just said goodbye to your husband), or what? We managed to contain ourselves (almost) so the rest of the fancy people wouldn’t know that we weren’t actually part of their gang. I think they may have gotten suspicious with time as it seemed we were the only ones snapping pictures of our food and high-fiving every time we found more “free stuff” stowed at our seats. And as my mom correctly recognized, “this is the only long flight I’ve been on where I’ve heard laughter, there is happiness on this side of the curtain”.

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Me looking all fancy-like with my “welcome aboard” drink that was offered to pass time while waiting for take-off. Pretty nifty!

20140617_143050You could basically adjust those seats to any crazy position imaginable.

20140617_155436My appetizer an hour into the flight. And yes, in the background is my own very own tablet with many many movies and shows to keep me entertained.

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Breaking all the rules and wearing compression socks in Crocs sandals. Don’t judge me – are YOU pregnant?? Realizing that I for sure didn’t fool anyone on that flight.

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Before we knew it we were back in Denmark. It only took me an hour or two before I’d made my mom take me to a bakery to pick up some real danish food.

Folks, I’m home!

 

Lovely ladies

IMGYHjpgYesterday was pretty glorious in the most genuine of ways. I have learned that after being married for a year’s time – and especially when you moved half way around the world and had a lifestyle where you pretty much spent every waking (and sleeping) moment together- you grow quite accustomed to just being around each other, and you’re okay with it… You almost feel like you don’t need anyone else in your everyday life to function (more…)

Tribute to my Mother

Oh there’s One who smiles on high

When there’s love at home

There is a difference between silence and quiet. Silence is stillness without harmony. When everything suddenly seems empty and dead. On the contrary quiet is the hush of peace and happiness. The key to relaxation, the song of serenity. The calm of the wind caressing the trees, the still that allows inspiration to nourish fantasies. The hush in a still December night as the deep blue sky slowly transforms day into twilight as dimmed lights emerge from toasty living rooms where love lives in every corner.  The peace in an exhausted woman’s steady breathing as she naps on the couch. Wrapped up in a blanket she enters into a well deserved rest of gratitude as she escapes from the clutter of the worries and problems of the day. She dreams sweet dreams of sharing her tremendous love with her children as they learn of the importance of patience and righteousness. The beauty of her everlasting service and affection decorates her every feature. She is the beating heart of the family and the one who brings life and light to the rooms of her home, the one person the whole family is centered around. She bears a burden that is heavier than that of any other member of the family. A burden of given and received love. A greater love than can be expressed in words or even expressed in actions. She is a Mother.

There is beauty all around,

When there’s love at home! 

 

I wrote this on a quiet December afternoon many years ago. I had come home from school to find my exhausted mother curled up and fast asleep on the couch after having cleaned the house. This beautiful scene depicting, in many ways, true motherhood inspired me to sit down and write this little piece of thought.

I don’t know any other woman in the world who better lives up to the title of Mother than my mother does. She masters it all, from being crafty, creative, a great cook, loving to clean, loving to serve, loving her kids, loving her husband, being the steady center that the family revolves around. I feel so blessed not only to have had her as an example all my life, but also that now I am about to be a mother myself and can therefore better appreciate and understand her excellence.

I have so much more to learn from her. She is my hero.

I love you mom!

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What would Pam Beesly do?

4878a9f65d2c51689b4d9e0f217dc402Just a couple of hours ago we finished for the second time in our marriage one of my new favorite shows: The Office.

I have to thank my husband for talking me into watching the show with him. He has a thing for easy-to-watch funny shows, whereas I prefer shows with more of a story and deeper meaning. After watching a couple of episodes I had decided that the humor of The Office was not my cup of tea. Thank goodness that Marcus was so persistent and managed to persuade me to sit through the first two seasons. I must say, it wasn’t easy. And definitely not funny. But after I reached that mark I was sold. And now I love it! (more…)

“Pearl Harbor – may we never forget”

photo 2 (3)YHJust wanted to share a few pictures from our visit to Pearl Harbor. Yes! We finally went. About time too. We left home before sunup and were able to enjoy the atmosphere of the site before too many tourists arrived. It was a very special experience. Standing there looking across the water to the USS Arizona Memorial picturing the horrible scene that took place just over 70 years ago.  (more…)

Pregnancy, Goldman Sachs, and enjoying last month in Hawaii

photo 4 (8).jpg.jpgYHAs I’ve been a lazy slob posting on the blog the last two months there is naturally more than just the pregnancy that has happened.

Another exciting thing is that Marcus was offered the internship with Goldman Sachs in Salt Lake City for this summer. He really worked hard to get it and I’m so proud of him! And what a great opportunity! Talk about a door opener! (more…)

Catching up on the pregnancy

fetus13So I dropped the bomb two days ago that I’m pregnant. I’m currently 13 weeks or 3 months, at the very end of the first trimester. Baby is about 2.9 inches or 7,5 cm and weighs about .81 oz or 23 g – supposedly the size of a peach. Though she’s (don’t freak, don’t know the gender yet, but I’ll be calling the baby ‘he’ or ‘she’ simply cause I feel weird saying ‘it’) still fairly small my belly has gone from simply being bloated and uhm.. poofy? to being solidly curvy below the belly button. Don’t know how else to explain it. So it’s probably not completely visible yet, but definitely not casually flat either. Truth be told, my pants feel really tight and I prefer to flatteringly unbotton them whenever – possibly – possible.

Pregnancy so far has been exciting but rough. The night back in early January (more…)

Happy Becca-Birthday!

IMG_0707.jpgYHAs I got married relatively young I haven’t had a lot of birthdays away from my family and my mom’s chicken enchiladas and devil’s food cake.. and definitely never completely alone. But that’s just how the cards played out this year. The thing is Marcus was called for an interview for an internship with Goldman Sachs that he’d applied for a few months ago. The email was pretty clear.

Come on Rebecca’s birthday. We’ll need you in the morning in Salt Lake City and we’ll fly you out with an airline that only flies out from Hawaii once a day. (more…)