Sometimes You Set the Kitchen on Fire

Here's the latest with us busier than ever Freemans.

Well we moved into Brenner's uncle's guest house in Lehi. I'll be honest, this is certainly not my ideal space I wanted to move into with a baby coming. I kept fighting moving in here despite the Lord's frequent reminders that He is the one who knows where we ought to be. Everything else that kept coming up for us would fall through last minute and guess what? I know exactly why now! I have loved living in this teeny tiny studio-of-a-guest house. Sure our bed pulls out of the wall, there is only one bathroom (which can be a problem with a very pregnant gal always needing to use it), the shower is... small, there have been a few encounters with harmless but still nasty arachnids, my clothes now live in what is supposed to be the pantry, and there is no separate room for this future baby of mine or even for us. Big whoop! I have LOVED being so close to Brenner. I love my beautiful  morning runs in this neighborhood. I love the pool. I love living right behind part of his family. I LOVE knowing that we made the right decision in moving here because it just feels right and nothing can kill that peaceful feeling. Not even when I set the kitchen on fire. Wait what?.........

Yeah that's right. First night of using this new gas-lit oven. Maybe it's the pregnancy brain or maybe I just decided not to think while I stored some dish rags in the pull-out drawer underneath the oven. Well, guess what? They caught on fire! Brenner put it out real quick and there was no damage-thank goodness. But our place filled with smoke so we had to eat our cereal outside. Yep, cereal because our dinner was no longer happening. I just wasn't feeling up to it if you can believe that. The smoke cleared out super fast and the smell was gone in about an hour although my tears were still on the go. But, I have the best husband and very elastic emotions so the next morning I couldn't help but just laugh and laugh and crack a few jokes about it and laugh some more. 

Seriously, married life for us has been one crazy adventure- living in Strawberry, moving to a new home in Tucson, me transferring to U of A, preparing to be parents, moving to Lehi, transferring back to ASU, and still preparing for this baby to arrive. Then I'm sure finishing school and being a first-time/practically single mom will rock my world. Through all of it, I can't help but feel so incredibly blessed to have the life that I do. I wouldn't change a single part of it for anything and I am really glad that Heavenly Father lets us set the kitchen on fire to not only make us better but to also create lasting memories that will put a smile on our faces.