Happy Birthday, RUBY!

Happy 2nd Birthday to my incredible, beautiful, HILARIOUS, super fun niece, Ruby Joy Gabriel.

Here's a look back to my time with her ONE YEAR AGO to her first birthday to now, this cracks-me-up toddler who I can't get enough of!

When I'm with Ruby, I forget all about my stupid little "shoulds" and "ought to bes". She doesn't care if I gain five (or ten) pounds, if I made a mistake at work, tripped on the sidewalk/flashed an entire subway station - just as long as I set up those monsters quick enough! :) She's so awesome and incredible as she is, that it helps give me courage to just be...whoever I am. I know, I know, I'm getting inspiration and strength from a two-year-old? But whatever - she's wise.

My wish for her is that she continues to grow into the amazing, incredible girl she is.  The girl that LOVES being around other kids and will crash a birthday party to join in the fun (seriously, the girl makes friends wherever she goes!). I know, this sounds like a dumb wish (duh, of course she'll continue to grow, Mia...), but listen! Being 2, the "shoulds" and "ought to bes" haven't gotten to her yet - and I hope that she's always able to be her authentic, genuine self whatever and whomever that is. Crashing birthday parties and all.

 I'll crash these birthday parties with you, Ruby! I will always be here to support you, to play with you, to love you and I'll always have gum.

I love you, Ruby! Here's to the next year's adventures of Ruby and Mee-ah!

Real

Well, yes, it's been forever since I've blogged. Which is horrible! I had such high hopes and good intentions of blogging about my time in the city. This weekend I'll do a "Best of May" or a "May highlights" post, but tonight my post is small and simple. 

I'm obsessed with Doctor Who. (I know, I'm late joining the party, but just be happy I showed up at all.) When I want to relax after work, this is what I've been doing. So, it's fitting that my first post in a million light years is a quote from Doctor Who. 

“You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, and you meet them and think, “not bad, they’re okay.” And then you get to know them and, and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just, they turn into something so beautiful. Rory’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”

Now, Amy's talking about her husband here. After all the boys who chased her, she picked Rory and she's sort of explaining why it was always him. 

To me, this is real. It's such a great thing to remember to genuinely look at someone for who they are. I hope I can get over all my silly insecurities, my awkwardness and my abashedness to give more people a chance. Not just for them to know me, but for me to know them, learn from them and see how many different stories are out there. 

Just for fun, here's a picture of Rory and the Doctor in New York City with big coats. 

11 hour work day

Well, today was the start of my internship and wow was it long. But awesome!

We had to be at the office this morning at 9:30am, went through orientation and how some things work and started on some tasks. The people that we work with are really really sweet and nice and smart and great with people. They took us to lunch today at this great little French restaurant nearby. We met the director of the office that afternoon, and it's pretty obvious why he is great at his job - he's incredibly friendly and could make connections with anyone about anything. Super.cool. Work finished up at 5pm and the public affairs missionary couple was picking me and Chelsea (my partner/intern-in-crime) at 5:30 to go to an event at the UN that featured the Polynesian Cultural Center dancers from Hawaii. There was really great food, leis and lots of standing in heels. Man. I am not cut out to be this type of business woman. My feet were screaming by the end of the show - 8:30pm. Check it - 11 hours of my heels. I couldn't WAIT to get outside and switch to my flip flops for my subway ride home.

I can already tell these next eight weeks will challenge me, help me grow and improve in my PR career and overall be an extremely rewarding experience!

Here are some photos from the event!

Welcome to the neighborhood

I moved into my apartment today! OK, apartment isn't the right word. It's a student and intern house - so, basically a dorm. Now, this dorm living is new for me. I skipped that rite of passage and went straight to apartments when I went to college. So, sharing a room is going to take a little getting used to.      Luckily, the nice office-woman-in-charge said my room is the largest on the floor, so me and whoever the girl is living with me will get our space. Also, there's two windows, which makes it super light and we're on the eighth floor, which gives a great view and not quite so close to street noise (but come on, it's Manhattan, you'll always hear street noise).

Today was pretty full. This weekend I stayed at Joe and Joy's (which was SO AWESOME! I love my family!), so this morning was an early start followed by lots and lots of Ruby time! She is the cutest little girl in the world and I LOVE playing with her. She's hilarious and I laugh and smile the whole time I'm with her. Dad has been here lending a hand to the J's as they make the transition from parents-of-one to parents-of-two. I lucked out that Dad was still here when I flew in and let late this afternoon, which meant he helped move me in to my building and help get me set up. Having Dad help me move in really really meant so much. I've never had a parent move me to school or anywhere before, so it was nice to get help with my millions of giant bags, help me explore my neighborhood and grocery shop with me.

After our very-pointless-and-utterly-boring orientation that didn't even apply to us students staying on the East Side (the rest of the students are staying on the UWS). Two of the other girls and I went around getting things we needed, checking out where we needed to go the next day and falling more and more in love with the city, even with the drizzle and gray today. We ate at this restaurant nearby called Barking Dog. I should have taken a picture of my food for Dad - but it was kind of dark in there and my phone was about to die...  But I had this really good salmon and avocado fettuccine. It was a fun little find on the first night.

Now, I'm back in my room. Tomorrow is the first day of my internship. I've unpacked, checked Hop Stop for how to get there, made my list of what I need to get after work and am here writing to you all. And to be honest, feeling a little sad. I love New York. This really is my favorite place in the world and I cannot believe I get to live here. The room doesn't really feel homey yet, and maybe having my Dad drop me off transported me back to being 18 and away from home for the first time on that first night of Freshman year living in the dorm. I'm excited for this new adventure, though. I am SO SO SO grateful for the people that helped me transition here - Joy for being there for me WAY MORE than she'll ever know (for real, this woman brings tears to my eyes), Joe for always looking out for me and to both of them for teaching me how to be a New Yorker, Mom for talking me through crises and Dad for being my moving buddy today and sharing this experience with me. If you couldn't tell from my Academy Award-like Thank You speech - I love my family a lot and it's so comforting to know I have them by my side to love and support me, whether it's three subway stops away or a three hour plane ride away.

"Everyone's always disappointed. Valentine's Day is the bully of holidays. It forces love on people who aren't in love. Cupid's freakish."

"I'm boycotting Valentine's Day from now on! Who's with me?!"

- Maggie Jordan on The Newsroom

My controversial, yet valid feelings.

So, if you are reading this (the two of you), then you must know me pretty well and you will know that I am a Mormon. Instead of turning this into one of those "I'm a Mormon" videos, I'll just tell you what I believe.

I believe in God.

I believe in Jesus Christ.

I believe in the Holy Ghost.

I believe that we are children of God and that he loves all his children.

I believe that families are eternal. 

I believe that through Christ's Atonement, we can repent of our sins and return to live with our Heavenly Father again.

I believe that God hears and answers prayers. 

I believe that God knows me personally and individually. 

In the simplest of terms, that is what I believe. Today, a friend on Facebook posted this new website released by our church, mormonsandgays.org. Going to the website, I felt sick. Immediately, I thought, "This does not reflect me." Let me say it again - THIS DOES NOT REFLECT WHAT I BELIEVE! 

I am a Mormon. I believe in the gospel. I believe in Jesus Christ. And I do not believe that being gay is a sin.

One night, when I was feeling especially periodic and needing a good cry, I put on Philadelphia on Netflix. In one of the final scenes between Tom Hanks and Antonio Banderas, I began to full-on BAWL MY EYES OUT. I proceeded to say out loud (mind you, I was alone. in my room. in the dark.) "Love is beautiful! Love is rare! And it should be celebrated wherever it's found!" Dramatic? Maybe. But, I did say I was on my period.

I understand that what I am saying is controversial. Many people may be angry with me or believe me to be an unworthy member of the church. Like the title of this entry says, these are my feelings. They are controversial, but they are valid and, more importantly, they are authentically me. Maybe there are other members who feel similar to me. I just could not let my family and friends, both members and not members of the church, think that what was reflected on the website was what I personally believed. I'm probably not doing a very good job at conveying this, but it's also important for you to know that I love the gospel, I love the church. And I also can feel my feelings and think differently in this area, because that is what feels most authentic to being me.

I understand what the "ideal" is, but this is mortality. This is real and when has ANYTHING been perfect? Why isn't the church opening condemning couples that live together before marriage? or unmarried couples who adopt children? or placing governmental bans to prevent sex before marriage? or why not go back to prohibition days? These are all things the church says is wrong, but why aren't we going after these things? If we believe in people's agency, why is THIS matter of agency the one thing we are waging war against? There are INFINITE other battles to be fought. It gay relationships and gay marriage is what is going to "destroy the family", then it wasn't very strong to begin with.

I think having a message of kindness is great and beautiful and a lovely, teeny baby step in the right direction. 

That night I watched Philadelphia, even in my hormonal state, I still believe what I said aloud to be true. Love really should be celebrated wherever it is found. I have my own issues with relationships (usually unhealthy ones) and I wholeheartedly believe that when two people, no matter the gender, can be their whole, authentic selves together - that really is a beautiful thing. 

Three weeks...

I have three weeks until I go home for Christmas break! I. Can't. Wait. Seriously. Provo is grand and I've got some good friends here, but all that awaits me these next three weeks are finals, projects, mountains of homework, people getting engaged, couples walking around talking about getting engaged, couples getting married. It's beautiful and wonderful for them - but also, it gets a little annoying for the rest of us whose goal in life is to leave Provo.

My feelings for these next few weeks can be summed up in this tumblr post: http://myfriendsaremarried.tumblr.com/post/36355420866/when-i-think-about-all-the-engagements-that-are-about

Aside from my Scrooge-like feelings towards finals and young Provo love, I have so much to be grateful for this holiday season (and all the other days, too)! I have SEVEN reasons I'm so excited to go home. And here they are in no particular order.

Joe and Joy and The Dude (not pictured).

Dad (Above)







< ---------- Gina

 Adele (the beautiful viking on the above right)






<---------- Mom

 <----Ruby

I love my family SO MUCH and can't wait to spend time with them! I know there'll be a lot of us in a small space, but that's just how we do it! It's the architectures way of making us closer and bonding us together.

 I think of the food, the Christmas made-for-TV movies, going to Disney, walking around Dad's neighborhood - did I mention the food? There is so much to look forward to and to be grateful for.

Now, to get over my insane fear of flying and make it the 7 hour plane ride home. Anyone got an Ambien?