Reasons Why I Don't Quit My Job and Become a World Traveler

I often get carried away in thoughts about how simple life would be if I packed up, quit my job, and became a world traveler. I could be a scuba instructor off the shores of mexico or explore the amazon in Brazil. I wouldn't have to worry about being social or stressing about being on time to anything. Life would be simple.

It's at times like these, that I need to remind myself why becoming a world traveler is not in my best interest. 

1. I want a family. There is one vision better then me sitting on the beach every day. It includes four kids who call me mom and gather around the table for a warm home cooked meal. The comfort and unity that comes from home are irreplaceable. 

2. I need to build my future. I, like many of you, have read quote after quote about how we should use our money to experience life. I agree to a certain extent. If I want to live in a comfortable house, I have to save a portion of my income. On the other hand, if I were to become a world traveler, it would take me twice as long to save that money. 

3. I want to stay close to my relatives. I'm a homebody. After six months in Mexico, I would want to come back to Grantsville. I would want to snuggle my cute nephew and wrap my arms around my Dad. In the end, life wouldn't be worth it without having people around me that I love. 

That's it. I only have THREE reasons why I don't become a world traveler. Not very many. Maybe this means I will do it...some day.

Love,
The Littlefields

It's the Little Things

There are times, in almost every marriage, when you feel tired. Tired of trying. Tired of the same routine. Tired of being tired. It's not that you're unhappy. You're just tired. And these times often end in a teary, un-comprehensible discussions that seems to have no point. Luckily, my sweet husband took my "tired talk" and turned it into one of the sweetest moments in our marriage.

 After a long, teary conversation we went to bed. The next morning I went to work. As with every other day my "tired" routine continued. Now, I understand that as a couple without children, it may seem that we have plenty of time on our hands. How could I be tired when other women are taking care of 10 children, a dog, a house, and paying the bills on time? I can see how my day compared to that incredible woman would pale in comparison, but here me out. Even when you do have time, doing the same routine week in and week can wear on you. Whether you're doing two loads of laundry or five, at some point you get tired of doing laundry.

 At the moment that you want to lie down and never get back up again, you thank heaven when someone comes and puts out their hand to help.

On my way home from work, I was thinking about what I would make for dinner, what part of the apartment I would need to clean, and what I needed to do to prepare for the next day. Dallin seemed indifferent to my usual business conversation. I just need to get home and start to work then I can forget all my problems. It's the times when I'm sitting with nothing to do that cause me to stress. We pull up to the house, and I get out and go downstairs.

Then, I see this...

Dallin had made a HUGE fort throughout our entire apartment and streamed Christmas lights through the tunnels. He had made a trail of pink hand-cut hearts along the path. He had flowers and at the end of the tunnel was a new chick flick and a TV all set up to watch. We ate dinner and I felt completely at ease. I felt dumb for crying, but I was overwhelmed and relieved. This little gesture, seemed to take away all of my worries. It's the little things that make a huge difference in marriage.

Love,
The Littlefields