LOVE WEEK – Self Love

I don’t have enough time or space here to talk about Alexon. He’s one of Randy and my best friends, and he’s an absolutely gem of a human being. He’s the cutest uncle to Graham, is so non-judgmental, will ALWAYS have your back even if you’ve let him down a thousand times, and just loves to have fun. He’s done a million little and big things for us, is so insanely loyal to his friends, and is so smart and has a great work ethic. I know, you’re all wondering HOW IS HE SINGLE. LADIES. SNATCH. HIM. UP.
 Lots of people know the goofy side of him, but I’m lucky enough to have seen the deep, serious, side. You’ll get a glimpse of it here. He’s got a soul that you just want to know. He draws in everyone around him. I’m so insanely lucky to call him one of my best friends.

You’ve seen a million of these. Articles around the internet about “loving yourself” or “self care” telling you that “you’re beautiful” or “you are special.” Written by people how have “been through it all” and how they “know how you’re feeling.” But in all reality what are the chances that an online internet article written by a complete stranger is going to “change your life” or going to make you “love who you are”?

I’m here to tell you that this isn’t any different. I am (probably) an internet stranger who has (probably) been through a lot who (probably) isn’t going to change your life. But I urge you to keep reading.
My name is Alexon Tiem and the Lows are a couple of my very best friends. You have maybe read my firstever blog post a couple years ago when Maddy did her “Lessons on Love” series where I guest-wrote a little piece about struggling to find love. Seriously, check it out. Or not. That’s fine. But here I am again writing again. Idk why but here I am.
I’ve had a long run with a lot of things in my life that some may constitute as detrimental. I’m not going into any detail, but experiences overcoming things such as mental illness, suicide, and substance abuse brought me to where I am today. But more importantly, experiences with love, trust, and understanding shaped me to who I am today. I have been broken down and built back up more times than I can count. But what does all this mean to you? You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. What qualifies me to tell you about what you should be thinking of yourself? Or how you should be treating yourself? Or anything really about yourself? Absolutely nothing. Maybe that’s why you should read this. I’m not pertaining to you, I’m not pertaining to even me. I’m just writing my thoughts for the hope that I can help someone out there understand why they’re feeling the way they’re feeling. To tell you that no, I don’t understand how you feel, and I haven’t been through what you’re going through. But I’m here to offer my words. Anyway.
I absolutely hate the term “self-love.” I feel the term itself is disingenuous. You pull up any internet article and 99% of proclaimed “self-love specialists” instantly start writing about eating ice cream, or eating cookies, or eating cake or eating candy or pie or whatever the hell people eat to be happy nowadays. However, out of my experience with myself and others, progression is never about indulgence, rather dedication. Dedication isn’t necessarily about extrinsic motives such as going to bed early, or eating healthy, or going to the gym, or anything of the sort. I’m not saying those things won’t help you in your life. They 100% will. I’m talking about something deeper. I’m talking about understanding the extent of control that you have over your life. Expectations unfortunately play a tragic role in the trajectory of your wellbeing. Comprehending how to handle this encompasses much of how you perceive yourself, and with perception comes understanding who you are and how others will love you. Understand that your perception of others is a direct reflection on who you are as a person, but also by understanding our relationships with other people, we can best understand who we are. Essentially, the way we think about ourselves directly defines the potential as to how you can love yourself.
So where do you build from there? The answer therein lies the type of person you are, and the type of person you’re trying to become. For me, by surrounding myself with others and developing close relationships with those who have attributes that I, myself love in turn teaches me and is a direct reflection on who am I to love as a person.  That has to come from within. Who you choose to surround yourself with plays a huge role in how happy or far you will go in life as compared to anything else. But that includes yourself. Maybe you have to surround yourself with and become the person that you want to love to be able to love yourself. I hated myself for a long time. I felt that every negative aspect of my life was the world out to get me. Gaining maturity and accepting responsibility- knowing the extent of how much I can affect in my life- was the biggest influencer on my self-perception. Knowing that sometimes the events that happen in your life does not directly define you as a being. However, if you recognize that you are your own problem, you are also your solution. So before you start asking yourself, “what’s wrong with me?” Realize this-
Unfortunately, it is not always the case that the amount of love you give is in turn what you will receive- and this may hold true to yourself. More often than not, the amount of love you give yourself is not equivalent to the perception you may hold of yourself. We may not be worthy and seek negative components that reflect exactly the opposite of the life we are trying to convey. Sometimes we may choose to be ignorant in the views of how others exude their lives. We may not deserve and we may sabotage or the love we receive from others.
But you are only human.
You will go through shit. You will break down. You will cry and get mad and get angry at the world. You will cry and get mad and get angry at yourself. This isn’t weakness. This is feeling. This is expression. This is forming a basis of which to build yourself upon. It’s okay to have moments where you don’t fully love yourself. Expecting to love your whole being in its entirety is to exhibit a sense of predisposition.
Loving yourself isn’t a full image of perfection. It isn’t supposed to be. It’s making strides that everyday you’ll progress to be the better version of you. To be the kinder version of you. Nothing you do with good intention will be wasted. We as humans will never achieve the level of perfection we strive to attain. Be smart enough to know why you feel the way you do. Acknowledge your emotions, your grief, your sorrow. Go ahead and live the life you’re meant to live but understand that in the end, life keeps moving on. Life will never wait for you, but as long as we’re satisfied about who we are, maybe that’s enough for today. 

LOVE WEEK – Motherhood

However motherhood or parenthood looks for you, it’s beautiful. Letting someone need you, rely on you, look to you. 
It’s the best thing I’ve done with my life. The love I have for Graham is different than any other love I’ve ever known.
It’s helped me understand God’s love in a way I never knew I would. 
There aren’t words.

v-day celebration

Pancakes and french toast breakfast (G was OBSESSED) 
A few little presents
Me and G playing and working
Meeting Randy downtown for a delicious lunch where G ate so much baguette, potatoes, spinach, ham, and more
A surprise meeting of the Salt Lake Bee
So much love!

LOVE WEEK – Love that is deeper than laughter

This post is from my sweet high-school friend Shayli. I have so many fun, gut-splitting laughter memories with Shayli. She’s one of those people that I won’t see for a really long time, and then when we do see each other, we get right back into our friendship, and start laughing again. She’s always such a happy and positive person, and truly cares about other people. You’ll love what she has to say about love! ALSO check out this darling photo by Kendra Bird Photography. She’s so talented!



 I truly believe love evolves. I have been with my spouse for over 4 years now and looking back I can see how our love has changed. At the beginning I feel we were drawn to love through attraction and fun times together. Since then, we have grown far deeper in love. Don’t get me wrong, love is definitely found in the laughter that makes you laugh so hard you almost pee, love is found in the crazy late night adventures that take you to McDonald’s at 2am, love is found in the daily tasks of accomplishing life together. However, to me, love is serving your spouse when they don’t feel like getting out of bed, love is doing a silly dance when your significant other can’t find their smile, love is holding your partner when they feel they are lost and alone. Love is what molds us into who we are. I know I couldn’t do this life without the love my husband shows me and the love I have for him. Love makes us strong. It gives us courage to overcome our greatest fears. It heals. It uplifts. It inspires. You can never love too much. 

LOVE WEEK – A House In Your Heart

Nannette is one of my best friends. She is so laid back and relaxed, but is never hesitant to tell you her opinion, or reach out to help you. She knows how to have a great time, and always makes me feel heard and cared about. She’s SO talented in writing and drawing, is bold enough to try the coolest haircuts and styles, and is the most sincere and genuine person I know. Her words are beautiful, and you’re going to love them.



I’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day the way movies say you should. Hell, I rarely watch romantic comedies because they strike me as cheesy and over-the-top. (That being said, I will watch “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” a thousand times. It’s SO CUTE.) As such, grand romantic gestures aren’t my cup of tea, and while flowers are beautiful, they just take up space until they wilt and you throw them away.
Once upon a time, I might have wanted something grandiose, showered with gifts and proclamations of love. Now, though, after dating and growing up, I’ve found that it’s the little, day-to-day mundanities that I cherish most.
Love, to me, is coming home to a warm, well-lit apartment and my partner’s smile. It’s waiting for him to come home after a long day of work. It’s eating together, catching up on TV shows together, and sharing our hobbies. It’s talking late into the night, long after we should be asleep, talking about anything and everything. It’s listening to the same stories over and over again (on his part, anyway; I have a short memory and a need to verbalize my every thought at the risk of going mad).
It’s not about grand gestures and social media posts; it’s about building a life together in the heart of our little two-bedroom apartment and dreaming of what comes next. It’s about knowing you’ve got someone in your corner, no matter what. It’s quiet, subtle. It’s about sharing this life and building it together, hand-in-hand and eye-to-eye.
It’s companionship and passion and playing and imperfect. It’s finding someone who fits into your life, whose life you fit into. It’s about promises and choices. It’s about making memories you can press like flowers between the pages of your mind.
It’s finding the person who builds their house in your heart.

LOVE WEEK – The Best Love Stories Are Boring

This piece comes from my sweet work friend, Missy. She made my transition to a new office SO easy and wonderful. She and I instantly became close friends, and even though we don’t work together anymore, we still love chatting and meeting up when we can. Missy is SUCH a hard worker, a talented writer (as you’ll read) and is going to be a FANTASTIC mom in a week or so. I am so lucky to know her, to learn from her, and to get to share her words with you!



Love is supposed to be boring. I’m not talking about the love you see in most romantic comedies. I mean the real kind, the one that lasts. Real love is what keeps people together for sixty plus years and leaves an indentation from their wedding ring on their finger. That’s real love. And the people who have real love, their story isn’t anything extraordinary–and it shouldn’t be.

One of my all-time favorite love stories is Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre. If you’re not familiar with the story, let me summarize. Jane Eyre is an orphaned girl who is sent to live with her cruel aunt shortly after her parents die. Her aunt, who isn’t particularly fond of her, sends her to a girl’s school where she spends the rest of her childhood. Upon leaving school, she’s hired by Mr. Rochester to be a teacher and nurse-maid to his young ward. Over time, she falls in love with him and he her. She then accepts his marriage proposal and they begin preparing for marriage. However, something happens that forces them apart and she leaves. She takes a job in a new town and tries to get over him. She spends a year or two away from him, but never stops loving him. Eventually, she makes her way back to him and they live happily ever after.

This may not sound like the most exciting of stories, but again, it’s one of my favorites. Let me explain. Most of this story takes place at Thornfield, Mr. Rochester’s home. Jane spends her days teaching and caring for a young French girl. Mr. Rochester takes care of the estate and maintaining his social life. Their paths rarely cross, and when they do, it’s mostly professional. Though, there are times where they discuss novels, nature, or the outside world. It’s in those moments that you begin to see Jane fall in love with him. And he her.

The way Bronte describes these little moments are beautiful! She does a fantastic job of creating this deep, passionate love in these fleeting moments. A single glance or a short conversation is enough to see the depth of their love. The whole story is told from Jane’s perspective so you get to see just how much those little moments affect her. And it’s beautiful! That is exactly why I love this story so much. There’s no big romantic gesture, no elaborate schemes. It’s just the day-to-day, simple, mundane, boring moments between two people in love. It’s real, lasting love–not something built on a one-night stand or some big demonstration of love.

I’m not saying that passion doesn’t play a part in love, because it does. There are times when passion and spontaneity keep love alive. But a love built only on those passionate moments doesn’t last. There comes a time where the spontaneous road trips or big romantic gestures become a rarity. They’re replaced by the mundaneness of life–work, bills, a home to maintain, or a family to raise. But you don’t ever truly lose that passion. It takes a backseat and, if you’re lucky, gets replaced by real love.

My husband and I had a lot of fun while we were dating. We always tried to do something whenever we were together, whether that was going out to eat or seeing a movie. It was always something. When things got more serious, those activities were replaced by the more boring stuff. Our “dates” consisted of doing homework, running errands, or going grocery shopping. After we got married, things got even more boring. Jake spends most of his weeknights studying late into the night. I spend them unwinding after work by obsessively cleaning the house or watching Netflix. “Date night” changed from getting dinner at sit-down places to grabbing Chick-Fil-A before heading off on an errand. Anyone looking at our life would say that it’s boring–and it is. But I love our perfect, boring life.

When I think about our marriage, the times that I treasure the most are the mundane times. The Saturdays we’ve spent cleaning the house. Discussing finances over a dinner of pancakes. Assembling furniture together. Or, more recently, the countless times we’ve spent talking about what we need to do to be ready for our baby boy. It’s the times that I’ve spent up in Jake’s study reading while he studies, going to the grocery store together, or laying on our bed scrolling through our phones while a movie plays in the background that I hold close to my heart. It’s in those moments that I most love my husband.

Those boring moments will make up the majority of our life. The fact that I’m able to enjoy them as much as I do reassures me that my husband and I have real love. We don’t need big romantic gestures or elaborate declarations of love. We get as much joy in doing the dishes together as we do in getting dressed up for a night out.

Too often, we get caught up in the idea that love should be dramatic, passionate, and wild. We have an unrealistic expectation that our love life should consist of wild stories, crazy adventures, or unexpected twists and turns. If it’s not, we abandon it. We move on to someone else, hoping that the next person will keep things exciting. That’s not what real love is. The love that lasts is the one that holds as much excitement in a night paying bills as going to a five-star restaurant. Finding this type of love with someone helps you find the beauty and the magic of life, even in the most dull of times.

The best love stories aren’t filled with big romantic gestures or continuous proofs of love. They’re mundane–simple. They tell the tale of two people finding each other in the most ordinary places and facing life together. Of course, there are times of trial or heartache, but these moments don’t make up the majority of their story. Most of their story involves the monotony of life. Going to work, paying bills, raising a family, and maintaining a house. It’s precisely those deliciously dull moments that made their story so exciting. It’s not about the exciting trips they took or the expensive gifts they gave or received. Instead, their happily ever after consists of finding happiness together and continuing in that joy throughout the mundane.

LOVE WEEK – thoughts on all kinds of love

Valentine’s Day has crept up on me.

For the past few years I’ve done a little series on love and I wasn’t going to this year, until someone convinced me I should!

So a few of my amazing friends agreed to write some pieces for a LOVE WEEK leading up to Valentine’s Day. I love hearing from other people all about their thoughts on love; any kind of love at all.

As I’ve been thinking about what to write to kind of kick this off, I’ve been thinking a lot about all the kinds of love that we see all around us. I think about my relationship with Randy and Graham when I think about love, but I also think about the small things that make my day better.

And then it made sense to me; love is about joy. Things that bring you joy. Love and relationships aren’t always joyful and happy and perfect, but love can bring happiness and joy to your life on the hardest days.

I think about the night Randy and I laid in bed, reading ridiculous tweets and memes and laughing our heads off.

I think about hearing Graham laugh and how it can turn my entire day around.

I think about eating chicken nuggets while running through the mall, trying to catch a show.

I think about late night burger and donut runs with friends.

I think about the hardest times in my life, and knowing Randy would always be there.

I think about holding Graham for the first time.

I think about childhood memories with my siblings, playing tea party and in our backyard.

I think about stepping on to the stage to dance, and cold Saturday mornings in the ballet studio.

Love looks different to everyone. And that’s part of what makes it so amazing.

G’s first JAZZ GAME

We had a BLAST taking G man to the Jazz game. He had SO much fun and it was adorable. He and Randy had matching t-shirts which was sooo cute. G loved it when the whole crowd was cheering and the lights were going. He loved standing right outside the tunnel and looking up to see Randy in the stands. He ate pretzels and drank Coke and had the best time EVER. He was SO tired as we walked back in the cold to the car, but kept squealing because he was so excited haha. He also was freaking OBSESSED with the fountains at City Creek and his little feet would go in circles and his hands would flail around. It was adorable. It was just the best day! 

February Love

We’re just living the dream over here! Randy works and works and works, I work and work and work, and also play with Graham and try to keep our house clean!

We spent last weekend shopping and hanging out with family, and of course watching the Super Bowl!

Saturday was February 2nd, the day Randy and I got engaged FOUR years ago. Holy cow, time has gone by so insanely fast. We ate Mrs. Field’s cookies to celebrate! You can read the whole proposal story here.

Graham and I have been going on some fun adventures including feeding the ducks, the grocery store, Target (duh), the mothers room at church about a zillion times, and more.

G man is CRAWLING officially and it’s INSANE. He’s SO fast I can’t even handle it. He’s also started making this little scrunch face all the time and it’s hilarious. He’s growing up too fast and I don’t know how to handle it!

We have an insane month ahead, filled with work and projects and activities – it’s going to be a wild one.

 

SO MUCH WORK

Our January has FLOWN by. Busy season is in FULL swing which means Randy is gone a ton. He leaves about 8 PM and gets home between 9 and 10. So he gets to see Graham for an hour or so in the morning and that’s it! It’s been really hard on him, because Graham is his best friend. He also has to go in on Saturdays for a little bit in the morning.

Graham and I have had a lot of quality time and dates which has been fun!

We took G bowling last weekend which was FUN. He liked pushing the ball down the little baby bowling slide and it was SO cute. He also adored the arcade games and the lights.

We had to say goodbye to Jarem and that was NO FUN. He’s going to be an amazing missionary in Mexico!

We are loving life right now even though it’s super busy and crazy!