On a Scale of One to Ten

I am writing this outside the surgical wing of Riverton Hospital. Joe is having his appendix removed. He came home from a work trip in Boston not feeling well and after hours of watching him lie in bed and writhe in pain I knew it was time to go to the hospital. If you know Joe then you know how much he hates/is scared of hospitals. When I told him I was taking him in he said "ok" and got in the car. That's when I knew we had a serious problem on our hands. Lucky for us my hypochondriac brain recognized the classic symptoms listed on the wedMD page for Appendicitis. Text book case. 
 I jinxed myself today. I said out loud to no one in particular,
 "I am so glad this month is just about over. I can't handle one more thing going wrong." Don't. Tempt. God. Not that I believe God wants to hurt me or has it out for me...in fact I believe he keeps sending me more and more to attend to in order to show me jut how strong I am. Perhaps that is why I can sit here calmly wrapped in a blanket writing this. My anxiety is even at bay. This has been one of the most difficult months of our entire marriage...thus far. Not because we suddenly don't like each other I mean I feel like I have hardly seen him but because as the cliche goes "when it rains it pours". 
I keep thinking about the coke in my fridge and huge double chocolate chip cookies on the counter. I wish I could magically make them appear. Seems like that should and could happen it being Harry Potter's birthday and all. Speaking of magic I love serendipity.  It is my word. I have wanted it inscribed on my body for years. Serendipity means: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. As bad as this month may seem it has been filled of Serendipity. Lets start off with Joe deciding and magically being able to fly standby on a flight home one day earlier than he was suppose to. Technically I should be picking him up from the airport right now. So glad he was home. G has been so sick all week but today perked up some! On top of that my sister's insomniac children all went to sleep tonight which is a miracle unto itself.....she lives so close and happily took G so I could take care of Joe. Gemma Loves being at Aunt Rachel's house. Three doting cousins, a dog and a kitty to play with! Every time we pull into the drive way Gemma says "ooooh" and claps her hands. I am so lucky! My wonderful sweet friend rounded up her husband and brother n law to rush to the hospital to give Joe a blessing minutes before they took him to surgery. Not sure who wanted Joe to have a blessing more...me or Joe. As nervous as I am, and as much as I hated watching them wheel him away from me...I am selfishly grateful for sometime to sit in the quiet and think and pray and be. Quiet time is very important to me. I am a private person and I need to be able to sort through all my thoughts. That hasn't been a thing this month. There is no one else in this waiting room. There may not be anyone else on this whole floor! It is calm and peaceful. Two things I have never felt in a hospital.
 Joe has been In surgery for 30 minutes. Feels like an eternity. I wish I could be in the OR holding his hand. We both do "nervous talking" when we are...well nervous so put us in an awkward or uncomfortable situation together and we are down right hilarious. As we were waiting he said
 "hold my hand" 
I did
"now when people ask what we did this weekend we can say we were on a date because we are holding hands." 
I love him.
I wish I had a pair of socks. My mom would have reminded me to bring socks. I did however remember a jacket. It is 1:15 in the morning. I have been so tired and craving three hours of sleep in a row for a month and now that I have the opportunity to I can't close my eyes. also this is not a good time to be binge watching Greys Anatomy. I keep thinking about George and is first appi. 
I feel like such a millennial taking a selfie as I wait  for my husband to come out of surgery but I kind of thought it was funny how the filters couldn't hide my un-showered unwashed baggy eye self. I should have done black and white eh? I smell as pretty as I look.

 I know that this post is random and strange but I needed to write this out. No matter how jumbled it may all seem. 

G Turns One

Growing up and reading all the feminist literate out there I decided getting married and having kids was not for me. I wanted to travel and write and what most romantic souls picture themselves doing. Well Of course there were other plans for me. I got married young and had a baby one year later. Let me tell you it has been the best thing in the whole world. I would not trade a passport full of stamps for her. Being a mom is incredibly wonderful and I love it. I had an easy pregnancy...well as easy as a pregnancy  can be. She came into this world easily and as perfectly as can be. Each month with her has been fun and new. I have loved each stage. But holy cow this has been the fastest moving year of my entire life. She was born and BOOM now she is one. I wanted to make her birthday as fun and memorable as possible. When it came down to it it made most sense to make sure she hang out with all her people. The Sunday before her birthday Joe's Mom threw her a great party. Her cousins aunts and uncles spoiled her rotten and she discovered a love of balloons. On her birthday Joe and I woke her up singing happy Birthday to her and gave her donuts for breakfast. After that we hit the movie theater with My sisters and nieces and nephew. She really enjoyed sitting on Jacks lap and eating Popcorn. Her cousins were so cute to her and helped her eat a cupcake after the movie. That night Joe and I helped her open presents and eat cake. She loved her birthday and was pretty disappointed when life returned to normal.

The part I was looking forward to the most was her cake smash photo shoot. Delaney (little sister) took some gorgeous pictures of her. It was so much fun and everything I was hoping it would be.

My sister does do Photo shoots for many occasions if anyone is interested. Because seriously...how beautiful are these pics?! I am not bias or anything.
Happy first birthday darling daughter. Can't wait to continue celebrating with you.

This is My Crew

Welcome to my very public journal. I am terrible at taking the time to sit down with pen and composition notebook and write down my life.  I use to be but laziness has taken over at night when I have time and Netflix sucks me in. The name of this blog might seem random and weird but let me 'splain. You see, lobsters mate for life and when I met Joe (the Husband) I knew He was My Lobster. (yes this is a Friends reference).

Let me introduce my current self and my people. My name is Collett Campbell. I am a born and raised Arizonian but I am now a Utah transplant. When you marry a Utah boy just know you will never leave. I have lived here for almost six years and I actually really love it. I cannot imagine a world without mountains and four seasons. I studied English and literature at BYU and loved it. Basically I sat around with a bunch of book loving people wrote papers and talked about books for four plus years. Aside from books I am a dog lover. I have two: Sookie my talkative lab mutt and Jersey my timid Pit bull/Colorado Bulldog mutt. I like glitter on everything, borderline hooker shoes, road trips, baking, selfies,
world events and news, romantic walks through target, big trucks, the ocean, and new school supplies. Currently I work as wife, mom, content writer, and violin teacher. I like working and have been known to take on too much. I believe in good over evil, love notes, dance parties, and eating at midnight. Calories Don't count after midnight. But more on me later.

Joe is my project loving, world traveling, can fix everything, get the lid off the pickle jar husband. Our relationship is easy and runs fairly smoothly. He loves a lot of things but I know I am first in line. The thing that is so great about Joe is how happy, positive, and calm he is. He can turn any situation positive. I love that most about him. Joe has literally done everything...fly planes, scuba, rock climb, jump out of planes...he is Mr. Adventure.

Gemma is our one year old daughter. I am not exaggerating when I say she is the easiest happiest little person ever. She hits every milestone, she sleeps, shes happy all day until shes tired. She is wonder baby. We have decided we may not have another because we already made a perfect one. Her favorites include baths, bike rides, horses, stuffed animals, food, straws, and swinging. She is the best thing I have ever done.

So welcome to Our Life as Lobsters. I will post weekly about whatever the heck I want to ;)