1 year, 100 posts, and 1 happy blogger!

Today is the one year anniversary of Sweet Somethings and coincidentally also the 100th blog post!

So much can happen in a span of one year: things of greatness, things of sadness, times of great joy and jubilation, deep thoughts, outings and vacations, adventure, love and heartbreak, holiday celebrations, filled with friends, family, acquaintances, picture taking and a whole lot of writing.

You, my loyal readers, have followed me along my finest and not so finest moments, reading, laughing, and even sometimes crying along with me. You even put up with my countless spelling and grammar errors, missing words and run-on sentences.

From one of my very first posts, you were my biggest fans. You continued reading, even when half of it didn't even make sense.

You trusted my baking advice and tried some of my favorite recipes like this and this. You cheered me on when I talked endlessly about all the cool cakes I made in class. And most of all reaffirmed my calling and passion, as I shared in this special post.

You were here listening as I poured my heart out when I was sad or upset about things. Even as silly as letting go of my sweet French student, Tino, last summer. More importantly, when I was thinking back to the scariest day of my life, when I heard my Mom had almost died if it wasn't for my Savior and Protector.  And most recently, having to leave a piece of my heart in Roseville.

Holidays were always followed by pictures and thoughts, which you promptly read along with.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthdays, and even Mother's Day, we celebrated together.

You let me talk endlessly about how much I love being a nanny. Reading all about this cool activity and that way of going about things. And always reminded me that I am a super cool nanny ;)

Reader, you were so very patient with me. You let me fuss, whine and talk about how life is just. not. fair. Fussing about people, about how hard I think life is, and finally understanding that it's all gonna be ok.

I experienced a lot of love this year too. In a whole lot of different ways. Here are my favorites, (Mom and Dad get Re-married! Roommate Soulmate Theory) and by the reader count they were yours too!

My loving readers supported my family and I through a big move to Iowa(Home Tour!) and gave a big cheer for me living on my own this summer(Summer Home!)

Most of all, you allowed me to share my heart. My jumbled thoughts about God and the way we should live our lives. You read along as I tried to teach myself  how to be a better follower of Christ and all around person, and while doing so touching your hearts too. Pouring my heart out about love, life choices, and what it means to have humility.

I could never be more grateful for the joy you have brought me by being so loyal. Thank you for every sweet, encouraging, and funny comment you left and even just taking a spare moment to catch up with my crazy life. You are all so special to me. 

With the most love,

Jasmine 

Don't worry.. I really am wearing clothes in this picture. 

Scattered Heart

Coming home to Roseville is something that I have always looked forward to. It was always nice to come here and know that I had a warm bed to sleep in, the house I spent the better half of my life in, friends who always welcome me with open arms and be showered with love from everyone.

I knew coming to Roseville with my parents not living here any more was going to be different. Not a bad different, just different.

And although Betsy's family has welcomed me into their home so graciously and seriously made me feel like their home is mine as well, I just keep wanting to go home. My house. 400 Snow Breeze Ct.

I want to walk inside and see my mom cleaning the house. I wanted to walk in and see my dad working out in the garage. I wanted to turn the corner of the street and see Jack tying something to the back of his bike and dragging it down the street, or Chloe playing her silly horse games on the computer. Most of all I wanted to walk into my room and lay down, in the comfort of the room that has been there through every thing.

As I stood in front of my house this week, I wanted to cry. For the first time since leaving Roseville two  years ago, I was homesick.

I always told myself that Roseville was never a permanent home to me. Colorado was always where I belong. I still believe that, but now that I am back, I cant believe I took for granted the fact that, Roseville was home. When I come here now, I cant go home.

This week in has been the best week I've ever had in Roseville in the almost 12 years that I lived here.

I've lived with my best friend for a week and baked together. Gone out to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and coffee with each person who I truly and dearly care for. Gone on dates with this wonderful guy, that have made me smile more than I have in months. Given more heartfelt hugs than I have in ages. Snuggled with and taken pictures of more cats than I ever thought I would. Eaten sushi, In-n-Out and drank enough coffee and tea from Shady for a lifetime. Most of all, I remembered that home is where the heart resides. So much of my heart lies in the homes, places, and people of Roseville.

For the first time in a long time, I wished I lived here, even after all those years of trying to get out of Roseville. Leaving tomorrow is going to be so incredibly bittersweet. I made memories this week that I hope I never forget.

Thank you for welcoming me back so sweetly, each and everyone of you.

There is a serious lack of pictures. I'm just having too much fun to even think of taking them. I will always have the memories though and thats whats more important. 

I love you Roseville. Au Revoir.

Until Next Time (and there will most definitely be a next time),

Jasmine

Celebrating History, Freedom, and Life

Sometimes pictures are worth a thousand words. And considering I feel I am at a loss for words this evening, Ill keep it short and simple with some pictures of how Katie and I have enjoyed our time in Iowa. 

Katy Perry Movie!

Until Next Time,

Jasmine