{Ketchup}

Every morning, when I am having breakfast with the B man, we {usually} have a smoothie and {sometimes} eggs.  Every morning that we have eggs, Bekkett and I both want ketchup on our eggs.  Every time I put ketchup on my eggs, it reminds me of Desi.  Why?, you may ask.  Well, let me tell you…

Just before we found out that I was expecting, we went up above Bear Lake with the Mac Munns Family on a camping trip.  I was in pretty good shape at the time, but we loaded Bekkett on our backs and as we were hiking around, I was feeling super tired and not feeling like myself.  I was wondering what was wrong with me.

Now here is where the ketchup comes in.  I mean, I like ketchup…always have, and probably always will {who knows what the next kid will do to me}.  But, during that camping trip, after I had already applied ketchup to my breakfast, lunch and dinner, I was making my way back to the ketchup bottle for more.  I probably could have drank ketchup and would have been happy.  Even though I previously had LIKED ketchup, it seemed like that “like” had turned into “love” and I needed more.  I remember thinking to myself, “What is wrong with me?  That is an insane amount of ketchup on your eggs, MacKenzie…. {Gasp} are you pregnant?”  

And that is when I was pretty sure I was expecting, and that is when the journey began.  

Today, Desi was playing in Bekkett’s room.  She found one of his pictures on the floor and was playing with it.  I looked at the picture and it was our first family picture from the hospital.  Made me sad that she is growing up so fast, but it also made my heart BEAM with gratitude for her spunky, happy-go-lucky personality in our lives.  She has changed my world in every way, and I could never count the ways I love her, for there are far too many…

-M.