Life's Little Miracles

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2011-10-17T20:39:00.000-05:00

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Deep in the Heart of Texas

2011-10-01T10:01:00.000-05:00

Surprise!

2011-01-04T20:13:00.002-06:00

...and this doesn't even really capture it. ....more to come :)

November in Texas

2010-11-14T11:36:00.001-06:00

For Today: There's just something amazing about being able to swim comfortably in the Ocean, IN NOVEMBER! ...and jumping in an ocean-side heated pool afterwards. :)

Too Excited To Stand It!

2010-11-10T17:44:00.001-06:00

For Today: It's tradition round our house, like most of ya'alls- to make and decorate a special cake for the Birthday person. I yield some of my perfectionist reign to the exploratory skills of my children. Usually makes for several adventurous hours. Jericho's cake making this year was a hoot! You see, My Morzy- despite my best sugar rationing efforts- is admittedly "in love" with treats. Watching her have to spend hours with her hands drenched in her greatest temptation was like watching an alcoholic at a wine tasting event (since I've seen that before...ha). I could tell it was all she could do to not dive into the cake. The next day, Spence and I watched this Saturday Night Live clip and it so reminded me of her. I admire people who live with such excitability and uncontrollable passion. http://m.youtube.com/watch?gl=CA&client=mv-google&hl=en&v=4hQlH0Uo7Xw

A Nod to the Cart Full

2010-11-05T09:07:00.001-05:00

For today: Have you ever seen one of these? I hadn't. Totally made my running-around-with-my-three-little-duckies day. Felt like someone was acknowledging me in my Mothering efforts, a little tap on the back of encouragement. It was gratifying to park here, and I proudly unloaded my crew into the shopping cart. It seemed too good to be true. I looked around me feeling as though some secret camera were recording me for a "mothers in action" segment. Someone at this store understands. It just felt good. (Despite the fact that I got my wallet stolen at the same store, but that's another story- let's enjoy the sign)... :)

Oh Boy, I Got Joy

2010-11-03T11:26:00.000-05:00

When I realized my last post was announcing the arrival of our precious boy and yesterday we celebrated our first year with him, I nudgingly thought it due time to dust off the 'ole blog and get to postin. It sure helps that I discovered a simple email method of posting from my phone so I no longer have the excuse of the "no computer with internet". So...here I am! Nearly a year later with many a topics and adventures to discuss. Expect the post to be a comin! For today: One of our new favorite Joy School songs that we dramatically sing around our house declares "Oh boy! I got Joy, I do, I do"! We relish it in all it's cheesy glory. We sing it mostly because of our little Jericho. "Ko", "Koz", "Kozy", "Bruds" (brother), of all his nicknames, the most appropriately given him is "Joy Boy". The girls decided to call him that, and rightly so. Never in my life have I been around anyone who emits so much light and joy. He beams. It seems to come right out of those glossy big blue eyes and grab at you. It is impossible to be truly down in his presence. Like all children, he loves so purely with out judgment. I know I'm his mother so I am terribly biased, but there is something different in this boy. He seems to see the soul. He unravels me in a way that helps me forget worries and embrace my blessings. Having him in my life has added an entirely new dimension to my ability to love and feel love from others. He is one of God's greatest gifts to me and I pray that I can cherish him enough to show my gratitude. Thanks to Heaven for this past year with my angel boy Jericho.

He's Here!!

2009-12-26T12:37:00.006-06:00

Well... he's been here! 7 weeks already actually! Our little Jericho Bryven (after his Grandpa's BRYant and SteVEN) Was Born November 2nd via C-Section (due to placenta previa). He was 8lbs. 1ounc. 22 inches long. He's more than a delight. It's just amazing to have him in our home, to feel his light, to snuggle up to, to kiss, to sing to, to dream about, to love and feel his love. We are so blessed and honored to have him come to our family. At 5 weeks he weighed in at 11lbs. 15 ounc. and was nearly 25 inches long-yahoo! He's growing strong and eating lots. He now smiles and can balance his head a bit.

He appears to have his Daddy's big blue eyes, his Grandpa's temperaments, He's just perfect.

Welcome precious Boy. We love you

This is indeed our merriest Christmas...

(Sorry for the neglect in blogging, we no longer have internet at home, but are holidaying on the Texas Coast!)

My head rests again on my own pillow

2009-07-06T10:40:00.008-05:00

I only have a few minutes to try and write an update before we turn over the computer for a few weeks, so I won't be able to post pictures until then...

Two weeks ago my little gals and I boarded a plane headed to California to surprise my Grandma and Grandpa (who are serving as full time missionaries there) and visit uncles, aunts and cousins (most of whom I haven't seen in years). After a few savoring days of just being together- talking, swimming, playing, laughing, boating, etc...we drove with family to St. George where all my siblings (except Seth on his mission) and their families were waiting for a good time! We played night games, did silly improv skits, sang, laughed, went to the temple, raced mini cars, discussed the gospel, hiked the narrows at Zion National Park, took in "Annie" at Tuacahn, bumper boated, bat swung and thoroughly enjoyed just being together! Spence was able to use a voucher to fly into St. George for a few days before he had to return to take a final on his Birthday.

Then we headed up North since I would be flying out of Salt Lake on Friday, stopping along the way for a quick visit to old Provo and sleeping in Park City. I had planned the trip a few months ago and was so sad to learn on the day I was leaving that I would be missing my nephews baptism and a chance to see more family that would be driving down from Oregon a day later. I contacted the airline only to find out that it would be an additional $374/per person to fly out Saturday or Sunday. I was heartbroken and felt sick that I was clear in Utah with my girls and would have to leave before they could see their Great Grandma Lake, my parents-in-love, my brother and sister-in-love and have a chance to enjoy being with all their little cousins- whom I knew we probably wouldn't be seeing for another year and a half.

For some reason it was a particularly big deal emotionally to me, and against my wishes- I was crying before we drove to the airport and got on the plane. I felt so sad for my girls having to miss out on being with more family as I was taking them far away back to Texas.

We waited for about 45 minutes on the plane before the pilot came on and said "all flights in and out of Denver have been grounded due to thunderstorms". With no explanation of what that meant we waited in the plane another hour before I heard "Those of you who were connecting to San Antonio will most likely miss your connecting flight and you may wish to rebook your flight for another day".

That flight was the last one into San Antonio that night and the next flights for the next day were booked.

So, needless to say we were able to see all the Lake family that came in and be there for the baptism. In addition we were also able to see all the extended family on my Dad's side for the 4th of July.

Heaven is definitely aware of the details of our lives. And I apologize to those people who had to sleep over at the Denver airport or wait all day to try and get on a flight on my behalf, but those thunderstorms were a tender mercy for me and my gals.

And although we had another rough day of waiting, grounded flights, racing and barely making our connecting flight by seconds, making it home around midnight,-we spent last night in our own beds. I slept in a room without my children and before I fell asleep my heart was filled with gratitude that we had been able to spend time with people so dear. And I slept wonderfully comfortable in my own bed.

Big Sisters

2009-06-01T19:51:00.011-05:00

Adelaide and Kamorah love playing house. They feed, change, sing, rock, teach, read and play with babies. For a while now they have been asking when they get to have a "real baby".

Well...

the Doctor says late October

18 weeks

20 weeks

Gender shot...we didn't see anything? What might that mean....???

And we feel heaven blessed.

Bring Him Home

2009-05-25T12:46:00.007-05:00

This song has long been a family favorite but I had a particularly moving experience today while watching our traditional National Memorial Day Concert. Colm Wilkinson, the classic Broadway Jean Valjean, performed this song in a different setting. He is older now, grayer, more wrinkled, yet maintains the beautiful control and emotional captivation in his voice. For me he does more than perform this song, for a moment he becomes it. He sang this song surrounded by the names of fallen soldiers and in the presence of veterans,wounded soldiers and families. It overwhelmed me. To think of one willing to give their life for another. The thought that so many have already done that for me. The selfless pleading to God to spare someone else. The undeserving grace bestowed upon us from earthly and heavenly beings.

I am grateful to have been able to visit the National World War II Museum in New Orleans. After viewing a stirring video of eye witness accounts you begin walking through fields of photos of soldiers, reading their stories and feeling of the tragedies. It is probably the closest I have felt to understanding what war must be like and feeling at least a bit of what sacrifice has been made. While walking from one section to the next you walk down a bridge like structure and immediately find yourself facing this picture in a larger than life size.

It took my breath away. It actually felt like we were one of them on the boats, getting ready to jump off and face the shore of D-Day at Normandy. I didn't want to walk any further.

I wonder if they knew what was facing them? I almost wanted to yell out, "don't get off"! And although real life would've been in color, I imagine it felt much like this picture, dark and desperate-lacking the joys and color of life- bleak, unforgiving, black and white war. Of course we know this moment to be many soldiers last, as they walked into horror on the death filled shoreline.

They say we thank our fallen heros by living each day in gratitude, recognizing the precious gift of life and freedom. To those heros: thank you... today and always, I pray to be worthy of that gift you have given me at such a high cost.

American War Heroes Tribute

2009-05-25T12:23:00.001-05:00

Because we all need to take a few minutes to contemplate the high cost paid for the freedom we enjoy

What A Spring Break!

2009-04-11T21:31:00.015-05:00

Some call us crazy, but for Spring break we loaded our little family into our van and started East! We knew we wanted to head towards Florida and stop in a few places along our way, but we wanted to be spontaneous, so we only actually planned 2 nights of our week long stay. We got plenty prepared with maps, information, city to do lists, camping gear and loads of food...we figured if all else failed, we could always find somewhere to put up a tent, or sleep in our van. So we ventured out-not knowing beforehand the things which we should do!

And what a blast we had! Thanks to cheap camp sites and priceline's 11pm same day reservations, we were able to stay in awesome locations on a small budget! We stayed in Baton Rouge-LA, New Orleans-LA, Pensacola-FL and Destin Beach-FL, stopping at nearly every beach and historical marker along the way! There is far too much to post about this trip, so I thought I'd start with a few of the videos I took. I'll sort through the mounds of pictures later...(I'll do everything later right..wink wink).

Needless to say, it was one of those...relationship strengthening-(come back so much more in love), entire family entertaining, educational, peaceful, exhilarating, spiritual, reflective, exhausting, always going to remember, perfect time and money spent- kind of family vacations.

CREATE

2009-04-11T21:09:00.001-05:00

Silence from this 3 year old is never a good thing...

2009-03-20T22:15:00.016-05:00

Mom wonders why the sudden silence from her 3 year old...

Mom calls from the other room:"Hey Addz, whatcha doin in there?"

Daughter suspiciously replies:"Nothing"

Now skeptical, Mom makes her way to a newly closed door, opens it-

Mom: Big Gasp!

3 Year old:"I wanted short hair like you Mom"...

Self cut hairdo

Mom's fixer cut hairdo

Like Mother like daughter :)

It's been a long time, but this past week....

2009-02-25T23:14:00.019-06:00

You could have found me...

Early Morning Reading with Adelaide (crying over Dr. Seuss's "Oh' The Places You'll Go" )

Hearing simple testimony from my sweetheart

Taking in My first Texas Rodeo and Stock show with a handsome feller

Changing Kamorah's crib to a big girl bed after a few floor-thumping attempted escapes

Savoring chocolate covered strawberries from my lover

Swinging with my daughters

Playing pretend grandma to my daughters babies

Holding hands as a family, strolling in the park

Planning and preparing for New Beginnings

Teaching the YW how to do different hair braids and sharing with them the life of one of my heroes, Elizabeth

Cleaning the church Saturday mornings

Embracing the help of my assistant, Adelaide, and cracking up at her insistence in doing her "job" of putting away the silverware

Reflecting on memories as a friend departed, I love you Grandma Tink! Till we meet again!

Sitting together as A Young Women's Presidency in the temple- I consider it an honor to work with such women

Filing my taxes (yahoo, they're done!) and making plans for the refund (savings!)

Sharing a huge $4 stack of nachos from Chachos with my very own Chacho

Praising the magic eraser that cleaned pen drawings off my counter-top

Finding joy in my daughters learning- Adelaide being able to write by herself, her name and mine. Kamorah exploring any word I ask her to say, and pushing with excitement on the toilet.

Contemplating the YW's challenge to "lead the world to a return to virtue" and how to help them catch that vision

Listening to Kamorah's first prayer, recited from her prompter Adelaide

Sobbing over "The Secret Life of Bees" (don't watch the first few scenes, I couldn't-too disturbing) then kneeling by my daughters beds, praying they know how I cherish them

Reading a few (ever-motivating) conference talks, Always needing a reminder to SIMPLIFY

Playing Hide and Seek

Taking time (as brief as it may have been) to be holy.

DVR-ing and watching (late at night with my sweets)-American Idol and The Biggest Loser

Laughing with wonderful friends in church meetings.(just the meetings-not the actual service, you think you'd know the gal) (;

Giggling at Kamorah being her jokester, thinks she can do anything, little character

Cleaning out my voice inbox

Being up in the early hours of the morning with a sick child, happy to give her comfort and care, wishing it were me instead

(Subsequently) Cleaning up a few "accidents" and bathing gals multiple times in a day

Keeping track of my families Biggest Loser competition

Running away from ducks

Stressing a bit over how best to communicate and delegate responsibilities

Reading some of "Number the Stars"-Lois Lowry

Unsuccessfully highlighting my hair- what was supposed to be caramel-light "Beyonce" brown, turning into brass orange... covering it up to make the final product: red auburney mixed highlights instead. But you know what, I'm embracing it!

Being captivated by a true history lover and story teller, my sweetheart speaking to the cub scouts about America

Daily "flying pillows" making in our mother daughter bed making

Doing my Total Body Work out from the BYU channel

Getting a new crock-pot ("how could I live with out you...I want to know..") Good job finding that Babe!

Visiting the enchanting Treasure Island, pretending I lived there and taking in an estate sale

Making hair bows with my gals

Seeing two Young Women perform as the leads in their High School Musical

Talking with my Mom for hours about how I can be a better leader, and getting inspired advice

Trying again to please everyone all of the time and realizing again, that it's not possible- and that I need to not worry so much about it. Slowly but surely, I am learning the fine art of freedom from feeling judged.

Feeling so incredibly grateful, so happy, so glad to be where I am at in this moment of life

Say Yes!

2009-01-30T12:39:00.004-06:00

This youth celebration was exciting, uplifting and motivating! I was so thrilled to see the church make such an effort to collaborate the talents and testimonies of our amazing youth to share with youth around the world! Since I watched a few weeks ago it has become a part of me and my family-we have downloaded all the songs and find ourselves bursting out in song and dance (and occassionally tears). ;) I had to post about it when this morning I overheard my precious Addy singing enthusiastically to herself: "If you feel like all you say is no, don't let go...o o oh, you will eat insactly what you sowt (you will reap exactly what you sow), don't let go... So we say Yes! Yes! Yes to Happiness! Yes, we're livin stronger!" ...then later... " there's a choice, a choice to be grateful a choice to gain knowledge, a choice to be clean!"

And my eyes swelled again.

I've heard some say it's cheesy... but if cheesy can bring an enlightenment of the spirit, motivation to be better, and pure sweet joy, bring on the cheese! The more I listen to it and reflect on the words, the closer I feel to Heaven. Enjoy

Go HERE to see and hear more!

Elder Holland to the Youth

2009-01-30T12:18:00.002-06:00

My Brother Nate...I love you

2009-01-14T22:19:00.002-06:00

Of course I have a few dozen back posts a waiting as I have been gone from my home for 3 weeks and gone from blogging for even longer... and I know you must all be desperate to see our hundreds of photos taken over the holidays-wink wink, but...

I have to start with NATE. We have been blessed to have my little brother, Nathan, live with us for the past few months. He is a delight. An optimistic, loyal, helpful, hard working, hilarious, talented, passionate, clever, handsomely fellow whom my daughters adore and I cherish. He'll be leaving our home in just over a week to pursue another path. I don't think he (or we) have any idea how greatly he will be missed.

I hope I don't embarrass him with my honesty, but I've learned a lot from Nate these past few months. I've learned and thought a lot about how differently we all make choices, how specifically we are influenced and challenged, and how personally we are encircled in the arms of Mercy. I've appreciated more the virtue of Hope and the ability to feel real Christ-like love. You See, Nate isn't your conventional LDS youth. Some of his choices have been different from gospel standards. His path has lead him down some rough roads with unique challenges and trials. I'm not certain all that he has learned or decided for himself, but I know he has come to know the reality of the grip of the adversary and the sweet refuge of the Master. Watching, listening to, and praying for Nate has made me think more about who I am and how seriously I am seeking to serve and love others as our precious Savior does.

I was extremely inspired by the spirit and words of Elder Holland (one of my most cherished Apostle) in this weeks BYU devotional. He encouraged us to "Remember Lot's wife" (Luke 17:32). 'He referenced the biblical story from Genesis, where Lot and his family fled at daybreak from the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Lot's wife ignored God's command to "look not behind thee" and — upon looking back — turned into a pillar of salt'(Deseret News).

Elder Holland Said,
"It isn't just that she looked back — she looked back longingly,...In short, her attachment to the past outweighed her confidence in the future. That, apparently, was at least part of her sin...."

"We remember that faith is always pointed toward the future — faith always has to do with blessing and truths and events that will yet be efficacious in our lives. So a more theological way to talk about Lot's wife is to say she did not have faith. She doubted the Lord's ability to give her something better than she had. Apparently she thought — fatally as it turned out — that nothing that lay ahead could possibly be as good as those moments she was leaving behind."

" Let people repent. Let people grow. Believe that people can change — and improve. Is that faith? Yes! Is it hope? Yes! Is it charity? Yes! Above all it is charity, the pure love of Christ..."

"Dismiss the destructive and keep dismissing it, until the beauty of the atonement of Christ has revealed to you your bright future, and the bright future of your family and your friends and your neighbors..."

" God doesn't care nearly as much about where you have been as he does about where you are, and with his help, where you are willing to go."
(*For those of you who get BYU Television it will be rebroadcast on Sunday January 25th at 8:00am, 4:00pm, and 10:00pm*)

How grateful I am to be allowed to change my way, improve my vision, look to the future with faith- and move forward! Thanks be to heaven for the plan of Happiness, for the Plan of Growth and Change! For the gift of living in families. I am honored to be a sister to Nate. To have his friendship and confidence. To have been allowed to be part of his journey. To know him how he is and how he can become. To be able to encourage each other in our quest for joy- stepping back at times- allowing agency, that we might claim joy for ourselves through Christ.

I love you Nate, forever. Press on dear brother.

Sara

One of My Graces

2008-11-28T21:37:00.001-06:00

Three years ago we welcomed her into our world, arms and forever family. We gave her the middle name Grace. That she might be a woman of grace "elegance and beauty of movement or expression,seemliness; a sense of propriety and consideration for others; a disposition to kindness and compassion" (Dashboard Dictionary). And most importantly, that she might always remember her greatest of gifts, the unmerited gift of Grace from our Savior.

Our celebration of her birth included a day as a Princess, A daddy-daughter date, a Pinkalicious party with friends, some homemade gifts and lots of love and gratitude.

Adelaide is full of faith, ever asking, ever trying, every singing-reading-teaching-dancing-pretending-learning- loving...

She is quick to remind us of divine grace and often prays "please bless us that Jesus can live with us".

Truly, she has graced us with her presence and I am honored to be her mother.

Here's to being three!

I Love you Adz.

Another Soapbox: Twilight

2008-11-21T08:00:00.014-06:00

Yes, I know what comes out today...the Young Women in my ward have kept me informed... and since I'm already on my soapbox, now might be a good time to admit that I'm not a "Twilight" fan. Dare I do that in the world of women's blogging? :) I hope you don't feel as though I am being self righteous or judgmental in my honest evaluation, my intent is neither, truly. I know many a Molly Mormon who love the series and have kept their testimonies in the process. :) Please allow me to unravel some feelings in an unedited manor...

My husband and I recently had the thrill and honor of speaking about morality and standards with the youth, and I have taken a special interest in the influence of the media, especially on our young people. I have a deep love and concern for the dear Young Women that I serve and pray to be able to support them in their efforts to stand up in a world with decreasing standards of morality. It's safe to say I am on the cautious end, interested and invested in avoiding and recognizing the clever ways the media creeps in and alters our realities.

Onto my review...

While reading the first book, I was surprised at how intrigued I was by the vampire content (which I later regretted reading after some disturbing dreams). I found myself interested in the imagination of the author and the vampire world she created. It was fun to relive the exciting moments of high school and dating, thinking back upon those first stirrings of attraction. Then, I began to be troubled by the relationship. The obsession, secrecy, dangerous passionate desires, and even deceit. The vampire cravings that seemed so sexually charged left me uncomfortable and embarrassed. The unrealisitic and unhealtly way romantic love was being portrayed. I worried about how this book might encourage young women to think of themselves and how love should be. They have enough voices telling them they aren't pretty enough, good enough... more in need of the temporal, pleasurable. Heaven forbid they begin to think that they need to have some Edward to really find themselves and be happy. I would not wish for any of them to feel like they are Bella, whose self confidence and worth, purpose and happiness seem so completely dependent upon another persons love. Surely this is not "accepting and acting upon the values" of divine nature or individual worth.

I felt discouraged by the focus on the physical and hoped that the remaining books would portray a more grounded, tempered, virtuous relationship. However, I was not inclined to continue reading beyond the first book (which I'm told is the least suggestive) so I have only heard the remainder of the story through family and friends. Is it safe to say the relationship continued and even increased in it's suggestive, sexually driven, how "close to the line can we be" format? I don't have an adequately informed opinion since I haven't read all the books (although I think I've heard enough to assume as much).

Some women have said that the hidden (yet stimulating) sexual innuendos came as a welcomed surprise for their husbands. That they had an extra little spark (if you know what I mean) in their marriage. A positive outcome for such a reader. But what happens for our young people who may get such a spark of provoked (even as slightly as it may be) sexual feelings? To what degree do we allow ourselves the entertainment of sexual thought? Although sexual abstinence before marriage is heavenly commanded and to be highly commended, isn't our virtue more than just refrainment? Is not our virtue the very measure of our thoughts and desires of our heart?

“Virtue is the chiefest beauty of the mind, the noblest ornament of humankind. Virtue is our safeguard and our guiding star that stirs up reason when our senses err.”(The Virtues of Righteous Daughters of God) ...And most surely our senses can err.

Believe me, I am not embarrassed to speak about the joys of sexual intimacy within marriage. I want all the youth to know how awesome it is and that it should be appropriately anticipated. Sometimes there is an unhealthy silence about this subject than can lead to curious premarital exploration or guilty conscience complex in a marriage. While sexual intimacy is exciting and an important part in supporting love in a marriage, I hope they know that it is not the greatest, strongest, or most needed part of a lasting marriage. (Oh' how I hate the world for trying to tell them differently) An eternal relationship is so different and so much more than that of Edward and Bellas'. Real love is formed on trust, honesty, mutual respect, understanding, communication, service, self worth, and sacrifice. And-Yes, there is exhilarating chemistry! Yes, there is exciting attraction! Yes, there is crucial longing for each other! Heavenly Father made us to be together, to need each other...But not in a desperate, uncontrollable, I'm nothing without you kind of way. But rather in a bridled, eternal, charitable, kind, strengthening, selfless, rest of forever, pure joy way.

Now why can't there be a book about that.

( I guess we have our journals)

Of course I don't think the book is terrible. I'm not naive to the alternatives presented to our youth. Hopefully open communication and involvement with parents in the reading of these books could lead to positive experiences and increased understanding. I am simply disappointed at the influence this book could have on a generation so desperately in need of Heavens' view.

Carry on my dear friends. :)

* I received the following review of the Twilight series a few weeks ago and was shocked when I read it! Let me warn you that it is negative, and disturbing . I think it's important to expect morality in our media and to review, question and scrutinize what we choose to participate in. I am inclined to believe that the author of this review, Camille Turpin, was extremely worked up and spent an excessive amount of time reviewing the books to compile an overdramatic list of it's flaws. She's certainly entitled and encouraged to share her concerns and, while I can't say whether I agree with her or not, I post her opinion for two reasons:To stir interest in parents to be informed/involved with the material their children are reading,
and.... because I have to ask- do these events really occur in the books? If so, how are they to be justified? Please don't bother taking the time to counter all her points, just generally speaking, (those who have read the entire series) what validity is there in this review?

"I was a big Twilight fan. It was fun. It was fluffy. It was a nice change from all the heavy stuff I usually read. And the author was LDS. But as the series progressed I became more and more disenchanted. Then came the last book in the series, Breaking Dawn, in which the main characters, a human and a vampire, get married.
I could write all day about the things I didn’t like about this novel– it was poorly written to say the least – but those are the flaws that make me merely roll my eyes. What makes me angry is the sneaky sex stuff, disguised as a contemporary teen romance/fantasy/ vampire story. That’s why I’m now a Twi-hater. All I could think of while I was reading the last two in the series were two questions I often ask myself when presented with something I want to read/watch but I’m not sure I should: What good can come of it? And what bad can come of it? At the very best, the good that can come of the Twilight series is the idea that young people can wait until marriage to experience physical sexual intimacy. At the worst, it introduces girls and women of every age to edge-of-the-cliff sexual 'morality' and unhealthy, extreme, and twisted ideas about sex, marriage, and motherhood. To illustrate, I made the following list of wrong and harmful ideas presented in the Twilight series.
*Dangerous people are sexy (Twilight pg 190/Entire Series)
*Love should be enduring no matter how unhealthy or dangerous it is for you (Twilight/Entire Series—Edward agrees to turn Bella into a vampire so they can be young together forever)
*Some people think it's not a good idea to have sex before marriage, but it's fun to see how far you can go before you cross the line (Eclipse—Edward wants to wait until they are married to have sex, but Bella wants to do it before then. Edward insists he is trying to protect her virtue—which she laughs at—but they are having this conversation on a bed which he has provided while he kisses her neck and puts her leg over him)
*If you use self-control, you can go really far before actually having intercourse (Eclipse/Entire Series—Bella and Edward are constantly trying to push how far they can go physically before he is out of control, which means he may kill her at any moment.)
*Even if you think premarital sex is wrong, sleeping together and sneaking around behind a parent's back is ok (Twilight/Entire Series—Edward spends each night in Bella’s room, listening with supernatural hearing to her father in the next room to make sure he won’t come in.)
*Parents don't know what's good for you in terms of love. (Bella’s mother is very critical of youthful love/marriage because she is divorced. Bella treats her as though she is a child who needs to be taken care of. Bella’s father does not like Edward, but Bella continues to see him anyway.)
*Marriage is something to be feared, and which may ruin your enjoyment of sex. (Eclipse—Bella wants to have sex before they are married because she hates the idea of marriage and wishes they could just have a physical commitment. He wants to wait until after she is a vampire because it could be dangerous for her. She refuses and only agrees to wait until marriage as long as she gets a real honeymoon while she’s human. She constantly complains about marriage—see BD Chapter 1.)
*Sexual intercourse is the best part of love, marriage, and human life. (BD page 482—'Our time on the island had been the epitome of my human life. The very best of it. I’d been so ready to string along my human time, just to hold on to what I had with him for a little while longer. Because the physical part wasn’t going to be the same ever again.')
*If sex is good, it will probably be violent. (BD Chapter 5 and 6. Edward bites pillows, shreds clothing, creates bruises all over Bella’s body, and breaks headboards apart. He tries not to do it again, but Bella convinces him to and downplays her injuries.)
*If sex is violent, it will not hurt you as long as you are really into it. (Bella does not notice the destroyed pillows or her bruised body until she wakes up the next morning. Pg. 89)
*The more violent and out of control the sex is, the better it is. You might destroy things, but that just means it was great. (Bella has dreams about sex after Edward refuses to do it again until she is a vampire. She wakes up and convinces him to do it—page 106-107. He destroys a headboard and they joke about it. Later on they decide to do it again and make a joke about destroying the headboard again—page 117.)
*In a perfect world, we would desire and be able to have intercourse all night long, and wish it would go on longer. The best possible scenario would be for our bodies to never wear out and for our desire to be constant. (BD page 482-483)
> *Sex is more enjoyable if our partner's body is perfect (BD page 482). If you really love your partner, you won't mind if they are in love with someone else too, or that they want them around all the time (Bella loves her 'best friend' Jacob, and desires him physically in New Moon and Eclipse. Jacob is desperately in love with Bella. Edward brings Jacob to Bella and lets them have a dance at their wedding, and then allows him to hang around afterward). In fact, if you really love them, you won't mind if they have sexual intercourse with someone else (Edward, thinking their baby is dangerous and should be aborted, asks Jacob to tell Bella they could have a physical relationship so Bella could have less dangerous children—BD page 180, 181).
*Sometimes people might desire a child to be their mate. It's innocent as long as they don't act on it till they are older (Werewolves often 'imprint' on another person, meaning they have found their mate and cannot control whether they want that person or not. Jacob 'imprints' on Bella’s half-human infant).
*When you love someone, you desire them physically every moment of your life. You will have to distract yourself with daily life in order to keep your mind off of sex, but it always there, in the background, and can be turned on at any moment, blocking out everything else (Bella is constantly losing concentration and forgetting totally about her child when she looks at Edward and thinks about sex BD page 487).
*It is normal and good to picture a person you love naked before you are married (BD page 349).
*As long as the actual motions of sexual intercourse are not described in detail, it is ok to write and read about a physical relationship between a married man and woman--including where they are, what they are wearing, how long it went on, the positions they end up in, that certain motions of their bodies will stimulate sexual desire, and how they felt during the process (BD chapters 5 and 6, and especially page 481-485).
*If you really desire your partner, you might tear each other's clothes off, destroying them in the process (BD page 481).
*You have absolutely no control over who you love and how long you love them. Once you find that person, it is easy to love them and you will do anything for them. If you really love each other, you won't have any real problems (Entire Series—imprinting idea, Jacob and Edward are willing to risk their lives several times over for Bella, and in BD after they are married Bella and Edward never have a single argument or hardship. Their entire life is a happy honeymoon with a perfect child.)
*The pain of losing someone you love is so painful that death is better in comparison. If you really love them, you'll never ever get over losing them. (This idea is expressed several times mostly in New Moon and BD. Edward is going to kill himself when he thinks Bella is dead. Bella wishes she were dead after Edward leaves her, Jacob wants to kill Edward if Bella dies and Edward makes sure he promises to do it, etc.)
*Sexy people are tall, muscular, perfect. Normal people just seem so childish. (Bella doesn’t take highschool boys seriously, and is only in love with vampires and werewolves who are superhumanly strong, tall, hot or cold, etc.)
*Sexual intercourse is the most important part of marriage. (Again see BD 482 and subsequent vampire life.)

Here are some additional disturbing events and images in Breaking Dawn.
* The heroine/mother drinks blood while pregnant and her baby drinks blood from a bottle.
* Pregnancy is portrayed as horrific, involving the fetus breaking the mother’s ribs and pelvis, giving her huge bruises on her abdomen, and the baby sucking the life out of her from within.
* In the childbirth scene the mother vomits blood and is ripped open by her vampire husband’s teeth, the baby bites the mother immediately after birth, the mother dies in the process of the birth, and the vampire bites and licks her body back to life.
* Vampires gather from all over the world to save the vampire/human baby, and the heroine/mother and hero/father do not mind that they are drinking human blood and murdering the local population. In this book vampires are not ghouls and devils but superior beings.
I heard somewhere that Stephanie Meyer had concerns that this last book in her series had content that was too mature for some of her fans and tried to have a warning put on the book, but the publisher wouldn’t allow it. Please. As if a warning would have kept 11-year-olds from reading Breaking Dawn after they had been so cleverly hooked with three previous books. When you begin a series for young people, you have a moral obligation to keep it geared toward young people. We can only surmise that somewhere along the line Stephanie Meyer, our own wildly successful LDS author, sold out. Everybody knows sex sells.
-Camille Turpin

Soapbox 1: Halloween, Why the Scary?

2008-11-13T15:06:00.013-06:00

I apologize to all you Halloween-a-holics in advance, I've read of your enthusiasm and anticipation on your blogs and adore you in your decorative devotion to the event, but I'm just not big on the holiday. Don't get me wrong, I get hugely excited about dressing up, especially dressing up the little people. We had a blast at our ward trunk-or-treat and taking our gals around the neighborhood. I'd be up for a good costume, candy giving party any time of the year! And I love sprucing up the home for the change of season and holiday...I just don't understand the scary factor. Why the little ghosts, witches, spiders, eerie jack-o-lanterns, oozy bloody/dead things, creepy tomb stone stuff? (I can't even do the cutified, nicknack versions of the tradtionally scary.)

I had a hard time explaining the purpose of the holiday to my little Adelaide and after researching it decided I preferred my naive version. Here's where my sister would add in "remember this is coming from someone who couldn't even handle the movies Pirates of the Caribbean or Spiderman", and she's right, I am extreme on my scare toleration monitor. I had to put down Harry Potter in the 4th book because it was feeling too dark and I even fast forward scenes with villains from classic disney movies. I just don't find any thrill in freaking myself out and anytime I have, I'm usually disturbed beyond the moment. Do I sound heated? I'm not really. I just don't understand how "scary" is so popular, when to me...it's just scary.

Now...I know I might scare some of you at my attempt as Cruella De Vil (Addy's request) but our sweet little sleeping beauty and cuddly 103rd dalmatian sure took any scare out of me.

Keep on :)

My Hair, Our Papa Bear, and the Big State Fair!

2008-10-27T22:58:00.001-05:00

Another new do! Although I STILL get complaints from ward members for cutting my long hair, I've gone even shorter! The only rumor that I wish to dispel is that short hair is "easier to do". Such is not the case for me. To actually get my thickness of a mane to shape takes more time than I ever invested with the long locks. Don't get me wrong, a long time for me is like more than 5 minutes. I've worked out a sleep on the wet hair system though which has simplified the process. Wasn't sure I really liked it at first but it's growing on me! ...pun intended :)

My Dad, Papa Steve, used his vacation time to come and visit us Texans! He is a man of ambition, fun, curiosity, and tenderness. His ability to enjoy simple things, his attention to detail, and appreciation for history, make him the perfect sight seeing companion! And boy, did we see some sights! What a gift to have had that time time with him...sweet memories that will last forever. We love you!

One of our stops was Dallas/Ft. Worth- Our hopeful cheering sadly turned to admitted defeat for our Cougars at the TCU game... but we headed to "the biggest state fair in the country" and were thrilled to see our PIG pull out back to back come-from-behind wins...and let me tell you, we were a cheerin!

That State fair was as Texas as it gets...everything big, friendly, country and fun! Finally, close to closing time, we decided it was time we ought to head home...

Cheers And Tears!

2008-10-24T15:40:00.005-05:00

It was with cheers and tears that we welcomed our new nephew, MalaKai, into our family (via long distance speakerphone). Tears of gratitude that we are so blessed to have a precious spirit join us and cheers for his rocking Mom, Heather-my beautifully talented, patient, valiant and humble sister-in-love, who non-complainingly championed her way through his birth...and to his new Dad, my brother McKay, who caught him with strong, faithful, tender arms! We love you three!

Tears...

2008-10-24T15:31:00.006-05:00

I think I must be a crier. I am easily brought to tears in prayer, bearing testimony, hearing testimony, listening and watching children, hearing music, or any other time when I am still and brought to a realization of My God and his tender mercies in my life. I often feel like the Nephites after their witness of Heavens help "their hearts were swollen with joy, unto the gushing out of many tears, because of the great goodness of God in delivering them out of the hands of their enemies; and they knew it was because of their repentance and their humility that they had been delivered from an everlasting destruction." (3Nephi 4:33) It was only recently I read that among the obvious powerful gifts of the spirit is a simple gift of being able to weep. (Elder Marvin J. Ashton "There Are Many Gifts")

Very rarely in my life do I shed tears of sadness or frustration. Yesterday I had such an occasion...

I had just run to the bathroom when seconds later my little Kamorah came towards my direction with a plastic bag. I soon noticed it was medicine and that she had some remnants of the coding on her face. After quickly examining the bag I was in distress. I had no idea what medicine it was nor how many she could've taken. I got terribly concerned. Tragic thoughts spilled into my mind as I strategized what to do. I called my husband (trying not to freak out on him as I knew he was responsible for the medicine being left in a children accessible location). Indeed he had just cleaned out a bag of old IBUprofen from his car. At least I knew what it was.

A personal encounter my dad had with a child dying due to accidental overdose kept replaying in my mind. I tried gagging Kamorah to throw up into the sink, my tears gushing now. And with repeated efforts in plunging my hand down her throat she wouldn't throw up, and even occassionally would laugh at me, thinking I must be playing a game. Please Kamorah, just throw it up!

I looked down at Adelaide who had been lovingly stroking my leg and I sensed a calm feeling, a reassurance of the spirit saying "she's going to be fine". It slowed me in my panic, but unfortunately, I ignored it at first. "Don't worry, she only sucked on them" I heard in my mind...but too worried, too untrusting of "feelings", I didn't listen. I didn't think she could've had more than a few since she was literally only apart form me for a few seconds, but how could I know for sure? I was doubting and questioning. I tried to see if she would be tempted for another one and she strongly pushed me away. I called poison control who confirmed the peaceful promptings, saying IBUprofen was one of the safest drugs and that a child her size would've had to consume more than 13 to go to the hospital. Spencer said there were not even that many in the bag to begin with. I finally gave in. She would be okay. I let the peace and comfort in. I was so relieved. I just held my little Morzy, and began to cry again. This time the other tears. The tears when you realize you've been given a gift from Heaven. Tears when you're reminded of what really matters. That each day is precious, each child a miracle, each moment something to be grateful for. The tears of a heart swollen with joy.

:)

There's No Place Like Home

2008-09-28T14:50:00.029-05:00

When we moved into our house the walls were eggshell white and the furniture was sparce. With a few craigslist/thrift store finds, some gallons of paint, a little sweat and creativity-we've transformed our blank house into a colorfully comfortable home. It's not one with fancy upgrades and top of the line furniture, but it's ours and we love it! It's more than sufficient for our needs, a place we feel blessed to own. Here's a look at some of our summer painting projects:

A total of 12 colors (two of them mixes)

Beige-Tan (with a hint of olive), Paprika Red, Earth (a greenish tan), Mustardy Yellow, Pale Cloud Blue (with Spencer's array of Historical Places and Documents), Sagish Green, Bright Rose Pink, Light Rose Pink, Gray-brown, Dark Brown, and mixtures of lighter tones for the floral designs (created by adding white to some of the base colors).

How's that for a rainbow! Lots of work and late nights for these rooms! I actually find it exhilarating. Two more rooms to go!

His and Her Citations-Counting My Blessings!

2008-09-21T17:43:00.010-05:00

On his way home from a meeting, Spencer got pulled over for "disregard [of a] stop sign". Too bad he didn't have his updated insurance card in his vehicle. Make that two citations.

I tried to comfort him when he came home. Reminding him that it happens to everyone, that it's not a big deal, that money comes and goes, and that what was most important to me was that he was safe. I wished I could take away some of his concern and frustration. Finally we went to bed with him saying "Oh' well" to the event, and I was happy.

I woke up the next morning and decided it was time to file away all the old car receipts and info that had been piling up in my van. So I took out everything in the glove compartment and started sorting. In the middle of sorting I decided to head over to the park for play group. Singing with the windows down (not only for fun but sanity- our AC is out) we slowly strolled our way towards the park. I even looked down at my speedometer, proud that I was gently braking so as to remain under the speed limit. Then... lights a flashin in my rear view window. I was more than shocked. The best part, (you got it) my updated insurance card was sitting at home in the sorting process. Make that another two citations (mine is the pink ticket) :)

So we drove to another park while I was attempting to control the shock and disappointment that was making its way out in tears. I was trying to tell myself what I had told Spencer the night before, but it wasn't working. I was feeling embarrassed,stupid, frustrated and concerned.

Sitting in the car at the park, my precious Adelaide asked me why I was crying. As I turned and looked upon my daughters faces, my mood instantly changed. I was overcome with love and gratitude. "Is that all?" I thought. So, i'd been pulled over (with a beautifully clean record I might add) the day after Spencer...So we both were ridiculously without our insurance cards...So we'll both have to go to court to show that we were insured and pay some fines... Maybe our insurance will go up, maybe the fines will be big, but-that is all?!!. As I looked at my girls I was overwhelmed by how simple, easy, and blessed my life is. Here I was with them, safe, happy, healthy-with plenty to meet our needs. If my biggest downer is something so trivial- I'll take it!

Oh' well!

The words to the song "Count Your Blessings" came to my mind repeatedly throughout the next few days and especially a week later when Spencer was actually in a car accident on the freeway. Again, no one was hurt, just scratched up (replaceable- you can't take them with you anyway) cars.

Talk about counting my blessings...and indeed feeling surprised at what the Lord hath done.

"When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done!
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by.

When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings. Wealth can never buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.

So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end."

Jr. Vampire?

2008-09-09T23:03:00.005-05:00

So I'm strollin down the aisles of Walmart, whistling actually, savoring the fact that my adorable little girls are content sitting in the shopping cart letting me pile food on them (you heard me: content, children and shopping in the same sentence). I noticed that Kamorah had her mouth on a yogurt and seemed to be trying to get into it for a while, and since there was no spillage- I let her continue. It wasn't until I got to the check out stand that I saw this

Exhibit A:

This would have been cute enough for me since I am in love with her fabulous gapped teeth.

Exhibit B:

The plot thickens. I find not one, not two, but three of these "marked" yogurts.

Best yet, two of them are nearly empty.

No other holes but the slants for the teeth. You tell me?

Exhibit C:(this is the culprit in one of her usual under the table hide outs- obviously trying to disguise herself with a new hairdo)

Olympic Obsession!

2008-08-21T21:23:00.004-05:00

I can't be the only one who stays up till the wee hours of the morning with Olympic fever..?? Sure I have DVR (with only a few hours left I might add),....but with 2 little ones that I don't want to ignore and a sincere hang up with watching something after it makes headlines, I have found myself chanting, cheering, and crying well into the AM's every night of these inspiring Olympics. I'm not kidding when I say I think I have seen every minute of NBC's Olympic coverage (except of course the commercials, and some of the daytime team sports- no offense water polo, I just can't handle thinking of you treading water that whole time, seriously? How? I can't watch it. You rock though.)

There is nothing like it! Seriously. The capabilities of the human body, the power of hard work and training, the setting and achieving of goals, the spirit of unity. I LOVE IT! It makes me want to go hug my neighbors and train for a marathon at the same time!

I'll be compiling a list of my favorite moments. I doubt it could be kept to a top ten. Far too exciting! Go USA, Go World!

Who's Busy?

2008-08-11T13:24:00.005-05:00

I think almost anyone can say that they are busy. We all have more to do than time to do it. Lately I've piled quite a bit up on my plate. I like it that way. Along with the normal (if any part of life can be called that) family responsibilities I've added stimulating summer projects, amusing family visits (with all the extra house organizing preparation and activity planning), and an exciting (and a bit overwhelming) new calling as Young Women's President. Unfortunately my blogging has fallen a bit off the priority scale. Once our time is up with family, and my sweet hubbs returns to his full time teaching and studenting, I'll be anxious to write about all our summer adventures!

As for now... I'm going to end this to share in some of our favorite-family traditional-olympic cheering. Isn't it about time?!
(Did you catch this)

My Morzy

2008-07-16T22:21:00.005-05:00

My precious little Kamorah turned ONE this last week! No mother has adequate words to describe the love they have for their children. This little one is an angel in my life who offers me such light, love, hope and joy by her exuberant, trusting, playful, and pure presence.

How happy I am to be your Mother... how grateful, how humbled, how honored, how completely inspired I am by you.
In your baby blessing you were blessed to have a special connection with your mother. I cherish that- and pray to live worthy of such a gift as you. I love you more than mere language conveys. Happy Happy Birthday. Stay true, my precious precious sweetheart.

The Good Old Earth

2008-07-07T17:07:00.001-05:00

I had a profound experience viewing the discovery channel specials When We Left Earth and In the Shadow of the Moon - personal accounts and history of the astronauts who have traveled beyond our world. I was deeply moved by the witness they expressed in our creator and the reality of our minuscule place in such a grand universal picture. They all mentioned how grateful they felt when they returned to earth, the beauty, the people, the life.

While working for Disney in Florida I was able to see a shuttle launch, actually getting as close as any civilian could (Definitely among the top of my greatest life experiences). It was amazing. Feeling the heat on my face, hearing and feeling the sonic boom (when an aircraft flies at the speed of sound the air in front of it is compressed so much that it forms into a shock wave that travels out through the air and even reaches the ground), watching, gazing until I could see nothing more. Awe struck.

"By viewing the stretching cosmos, we can humbly contemplate the vastness of divine handiwork. Long before He was born at Bethlehem and became known as Jesus of Nazareth, our Savior was Jehovah. Way back then, under the direction of the Father, Christ was the Lord of the universe, who created worlds without number—of which ours is only one(Eph. 3:9; Heb. 1:2).How many planets are there in the universe with people on them? We don’t know, but we are not alone in the universe! God is not the God of only one planet!"(Elder Neal A. Maxwell-“Special Witnesses of Christ")

Just Us- A night out on the town!

2008-06-27T11:11:00.019-05:00

What a delightful Anniversary we had! For the first time since we've had our girls, we spent a night apart from them, all alone. After getting over my mother monitoring-always looking over my shoulder unable to just relax- mode, we had a most pleasant time. We took the downtown view in from the Tower of the America's, strolled through hemisphere park, went out to eat with a gift card (we even ordered appetizers, a first!), and had a late night swim in the spa like pool. We were even treated to chocolate covered strawberries (delicious) and a bottle of Chardonnay (which I tried to return or exchange) from our courteous hotel staff. I love you Babe!

If Not 10 lbs. Lighter, At least 10 Degress Cooler

2008-06-20T11:05:00.012-05:00

Savoring the Shoreline- Family Retreat on the Beach!

2008-06-20T08:40:00.009-05:00

There's nothing like sitting near a campfire, feet touching the sand, moon hovering above, wind and waves crashing in...what a blast we had camping on the beach! We were up till early morning, unable to convince ourselves to leave the beautiful splendor, it was breathtaking and rather unreal.

We spent hours touring the USS LEXINGTON, a World War II-vintage aircraft carrier, which rests in Corpus Christi Bay "Commissioned in 1943, she served the United States longer and set more records than any other carrier in the history of naval aviation." It was absolutely intriguing and left us with a sense of pride, loyalty, motviation to fulfill our personal responsibilities, and a deep respect for those who have given so much for our freedom.

The Best Decision I Will Ever Make

2008-06-18T09:01:00.007-05:00

Four years ago, at this exact time, I was sitting in an endowment session in the Portland Temple, surrounded by my loving family, occasionally gazing at a handsome and valiant young man, giddily contemplating the covenants I was about to make with him. Completely filled with JOY.

I'd been home only a month from my mission when this dear friend made a confession of love to me. Although it came shockingly, he being engaged to another of my dear friends, his expression seemed to shoot straight to my heart and land in a place that was only meant for him to reach. I could hardly believe how strangely right every second of talking and being with him was. It was like coming home.

The decisions was not only the best I've made, it was one of the easiest. A valiant, talented, faithful, strong, athletic, enthusiastic, humble, fun, always learning, intelligent man, whom I trusted with all things eternal, wanted me to team up with him for eternity. Just the greatest all star around, the perfect match for me in every way...of course I'd ride with him through the thrills, jolts, bolts and detours to exaltation. If I had hand picked attributes, spiritual and physical characteristics to make up a mate for myself, it would've made him (and he even came with a few I wouldn't have picked that inspiringly end up complimenting me). Even if I hadn't been bombarded with spiritual pressure from heaven, I would have completely chosen him on my own. The undeniable heavenly promptings will forever solidify that I have great taste. :)

And so, four years ago I made promises to him, in the presence of heaven, that I would give him all that I am. That I would do my best, to love and serve the Lord, and love and serve him.

Today I sit, giddily contemplating the covenants I have made. Knowing full well that I hardly deserve such a man. So happy that I chose him, so honored that he chose me, and so grateful that I have forever to live up to the potential he believes in.

I love you forever my Sweets.

Tell the Wonders of Your Eternal King!

2008-06-16T23:06:00.008-05:00

We had a glorious weekend at the coast, with many heavenly highlights. A stroll down the pier surprised us with dancing dolphins, the first time I've ever seen them in the wild, untouched, untrained...breathtaking.

This is for my Daddy, because he taught me how to marvel.

"And the Gods said: Let us prepare the waters to bring forth abundantly the moving creatures that have life; and the fowl,
that they may fly above the earth in the open expanse of heaven.
And the Gods prepared the waters that they might bring forth great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters were to bring forth abundantly after their kind; and every winged fowl after their kind. And the Gods saw that they would be obeyed, and that their plan was good." (Abraham 4:20&21)

"Let the mountains shout for joy, and all ye valleys cry aloud; and all ye seas and dry lands tell the wonders of your Eternal King! And ye rivers, and brooks, and rills, flow down with gladness. Let the woods and all the trees of the field praise the Lord; and ye solid rocks weep for joy! And let the sun, moon, and the morning stars sing together, and let all the sons of God shout for joy! And let the eternal creations declare his name forever and ever! And again I say, how glorious is the voice we hear from heaven, proclaiming in our ears, glory, and salvation, and honor, and immortality, and eternal life; kingdoms, principalities, and powers!" (Doctrine & Covenants 128:23)

Change the Picture!

2008-06-01T22:50:00.005-05:00

I love change. The anticipation builds in those final days of the month leading to the big reveal of the next months display picture on the calendar. No offense to the old one...just thirty+ days of the same and I get ready to see something new on my bathroom and kitchen walls. Let me tell you, June did not disappoint with a display of beautiful Texas Bluebonnets and Beach Morning Glories (which look similar to the flowering vine weeds growing among my planted flowers, which I refuse to pick). And so it goes, into June with a new picture and a calendar anxious for scheduling.

Here's to ending May with a bang! Work it Girls!

May Days!

2008-05-21T23:31:00.019-05:00

Few off us around the country get to enjoy nearly triple digit temps in May, so we do our best to join the heat! We recently graduated ourselves to the 8 ft. pop up pool (which I'm sure disappointed our neighbors who must've loved watching all the family squeeze into this one for F.H.E.)

Adzy- Our ever learning, unique word using little helper. Reads to herself (the animated- changing voices for each character and adding in songs- style), hums herself to sleep, plays Mother to her little sister "kamorzy, no. you must not touch dees clothes that mother folded.No... no no, please. Now, Morzy, it's time for you piano lessons now." Asking why to everything with an added "tell me the truth mother". Sings, sings sings, and constantly asks to play games like "rosies" (ring around that is). Consistently, and dramatically runs herself to the bathroom. Is currently working on reciting the pledge of allegiance with words she so cutely mispronounces.

Kamorzy- Joy joy joy! Tan blondie, more than a bombshell enthusiast! Took her first steps and now excitedly stumbles her way around. So Strong...the girl requires a lot of might to play with,change and chase. She got her- makes them look totally different- top front teeth in. She's a little rhino of energy and full of light!

Nater- My little brother has moved in with us and has been a delight. A pool maintainancer in 100 degree temps, he's a hilarious, institute loving sweetheart. I am thoroughly enjoying getting reacquainted with one of my truest friends.

My Sweets-A spiritual intellectual, he finishes the school year as teacher in 2 weeks and begins the school year as student for graduate work. A Mormon doctrine sharer and enthusiast, he has been able to rise to the challenge of testifying and defending our faith with everyone, including some great blogging conversation. Has a bittersweet relationship with his calling as early morning seminary instructor but expresses how much he will truly miss it when it ends this week. I love you Babe!

Our home- it's been a few weeks since we did it, but we finally put our first paint on the walls! All the walls in the front room and powder room now have color! I love color! We are excited at our options for the rest of our place. We also got ceiling fans and some other decor (thank you tax refund, craigslist, and Texas thrift!)

As for me, I'm currently engrossed in the biography of James E. Faust, In The Strength of the Lord (thanks Sal)- loving the tender example of a man who stood behind "rather than in front of- the messages and sermons he has shared with millions during his ministry"(James P. Bell; Author) Contemplating my own pridefulness and being renewed in my faith.
I've had some amazing experiences teaming up with the missionaries to teach a new friend of mine. What an awesome thing to see someone taste of the joys of the gospel. I felt so honored to be included in her understanding, feeling and accepting of the spirits teachings.

What opportunities we have to be on holy ground...I only hope I remember to take off my shoes.

"And he said, Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground." (Exodus 3:5)

Weekend Wonders

2008-05-18T22:18:00.002-05:00

We're back from the Amazon!

Well...Palmetto State Parks version anyway. We spent the night camping with some of our favorite friends in our ward! What a blast! Although I didn't capture any of the group fun on film we shared some late night campchair chatting hysteria, took turns having the loud "wake up the camp in the middle of the night" children, savored s'mores, made our OWN fires (what's camping if you don't have your own campsite fire?-thanks Giffords for humoring me), let the children play for hours on the playground, fed the friendly ducks, swam in the African Safari river. I love our ward. We know great people.

As a family we: enjoyed the exotic nature trails, danced to "moonlight serenade" (tradition), ended up with 4 of us on the air mattress, had bowls of fresh fruit in the morning, actually got chilly at night, were attacked by fire ants (that's what you get for stepping on their mound), marveled at the "little Tinkerbell's" (fireflies), roamed through the old deep south at night (huge hugging trees and plantation included), took long deep breaths...

and felt full of peace and tranquility while enjoying the spectacle of God's hands.

We might go back this weekend. :)

Computer Crash, Promptings and Exercising Faith

2008-05-10T11:42:00.011-05:00

Last week I spent several hours burning pictures onto CD's. Since the whole world of digital sharing opened up, I have not been the best at printing off pictures. I was happy to finally have the pictures of Kamorah's birth and first few months of life in hand and ready to album. You can imagine my deepened gratitude for this when a few days later Spencer called to tell me that his computer crashed and everything on the hard drive was lost. We had thousands of pictures stored there, now completely erased. Thankfully we had burned most to CD's before our move, but had not copied any of the pics since our arrival here. I was so happy when I realized I had put most of my favorites on this blog and with the newly copied ones it seemed we were able to salvage a good record of our precious gals. Unfortunately though, we lost all our videos that had not been copied, including the birth videos (which apparently most normal people don't thoroughly enjoy watching like I do anyway) first crawls and some Texas fun. I am so grateful for the little prompting to get those photos copied and printed, just in the nick of time. Had I not done that we would have no record of Kamorah's birth and first months of life. You better believe that this last batch of photos went right onto the computer and then right onto a CD. And if you're one who doesn't copy pics right away, consider yourself urged to do the same.

Since General Conference I have been impressed by the example of our dear prophet. I feel inclined to want to remember each soul, the one, the individuals whom I associate with every day. I keep hearing his words "do not postpone a prompting" and taking more time to do little things I feel impressed to do. I have been amazed at how often the Lord seems to be waiting on me, anxious to give the help and blessing in following a prompting. Why don't I always do this?

Almost since birth, Kamorah has struggled with a clogged lacrimal punctum (her eyelid doesn't drain her tears and secretions). I have had my daily rituals of taking q-tips and warm wash cloths to massage and clean it out, but nothing has seemed to help. She just constantly had gunk in her eye and the doctor said that if it continued this severely, she would most likely need surgery. ( Believe me, I am counting my blessings that this is the worst of our health problems, but I still felt sad thinking of this little one needing to go in for a surgery on her eye) So after all I thought I could do for her, I realized that I hadn't really exercised my faith. I hadn't really prayed about it. I went to the Lord. Rocking her to sleep I sent out a plea to help her little eye. I felt like I needed to express that I knew He was the master healer and could heal her if it was His will. I just needed a little comfort that she was in His hands. I went to sleep that night feeling encircled, as always when I ask for it, in His love. The next morning I went to wipe her eye and didn't see anything there to wipe. The next day, no gunk. And now, several weeks later, she still has no sign of any build up in her eye.

A God of miracles.

"As soon as we learn the true relationship in which we stand toward God (namely, God is our Father, and we are his children), then at once prayer becomes natural and instinctive on our part (Matt. 7: 7-11). Many of the so-called difficulties about prayer arise from forgetting this relationship. Prayer is the act by which the will of the Father and the will of the child are brought into correspondence with each other. The object of prayer is not to change the will of God, but to secure for ourselves and for others blessings that God is already willing to grant, but that are made conditional on our asking for them. Blessings require some work or effort on our part before we can obtain them. Prayer is a form of work, and is an appointed means for obtaining the highest of all blessings."(BIBLE DICTIONARY:Prayer)

Although I surely need to exercise much more faith in Him, I do know that He is ALWAYS there waiting for us to come to him. Waiting, wanting our Faith so that He can help us, heal us. "Behold, he sendeth an invitation unto all men, for the arms of mercy are extended towards them, and he saith: Repent, and I will receive you." (Alma 5:33)

The Kitchen Floor...

2008-05-01T21:49:00.004-05:00

So, I left the gals together in the kitchen while I took the garbage out. On my way down the driveway I notice the remains of a bird that Spencer obviously didn't notice on the ground before he made his mad dash to seminary this morning. I couldn't decide whether to cry, gag or go and get something to clean it up. So, I tried to pretend I never noticed it (so as to avoid an unnecessary emotional scene). I had similar feelings the day I noticed one of my new flowers hadn't survived it's transplant. Still ignoring it.

I made my way back into the kitchen and immediately smelled a strong odor coming from the kitchen, which hurried my walk a bit. With enthusiasm and conviction, my precious two year old said "Mom, Kamorzy was messy and need she diaper off".

Bless her heart. She wanted to help a sista out and relieve her of the discomfort of a messy diaper (I know "messy"?...For some reason I just don't have the "P" word in my vocab. No, nothing wrong with it, just not for me.) So off the diaper was indeed, and on the floor, spread around in a painted fashion were all it's remnants. After a little "learning time out" and a quick trip to the bath, we were laughing together as we moped the floor. Adelaide apologizing repeatedly. "Mom can you forgive me. I won't do it again. I let you take off Kamorzy's diaper".

Can I forgive you? Wow. Something about that made me just want to cry and hold her for hours. I'm the one who constantly needs forgiveness from her and Father. I feel my heart swell and in my mind a little reminder of how much better I want to be, I CAN be.

...and heaven opens.

Among the usual snacks and meals that make it on the floor (maybe just to test the spiritual charge I got) we had additional butter and crystal light episodes. Needless to say, we spent some time on our kitchen floor today. All because of a helpful, wants to be more capable than she is, little one.

And I thank Father in Heaven every day that she's around to make the messes...and that I don't mess up on these precious days with her.

Projects Projects Projects!

2008-04-27T12:25:00.006-05:00

Does anyone else have a never ending list of projects they want to complete? Really, with such a list, I have no right to ever sit and watch television. (Go Davids! I want them both in the finale but am still hooked on the younger!) Well, these last few weeks I have really made some headway on my list (and of course added more to it) We have done a plethora of household refurbishings including organizing, picture journaling,"landscaping", redecorating, painting, and just good old fashioned cleaning-(pictures and details To Be Continued)... and I have felt like a good wife and mother along the way! It's amazing how making a list, setting goals to achieve, and some honest sweat work can make you feel!

Here's to sweatin every day! Just makes you feel like your really livin!

...the sweet angels I live with. Call me blessed.

As a WoMAN Thinketh, So is She

2008-04-15T21:50:00.009-05:00

"A man is literally what he thinks, his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts."

One of my favorite books is As A Man Thinketh. I read it first when I was a teenager and it has resurfaced several times in my life at learning crossroads. Last night it made it's way onto my night stand and into my hands. I needed the empowerment it provided and the reminder of the challenge to better control and use my thoughts. A reminder that I am the master of my mind and that so much of what happens in my days is a result of my perception, attitude, and desires. The power is in [us] wherein [we] are agents unto [ourselves]

"to live continually in thoughts of ill will, cynicism, suspicion, and envy, is to be in a self-made prison hole. But to think well of all, to be cheerful with all, to patiently learn to find the good in all-such unselfish thoughts are the very portals of heaven; and to dwell day by day in thoughts of peace toward every creature will bring abounding peace to their possessor"(As A Man Thinketh-James Allen)

...and from a greater source

"I am asking that we stop seeking out the storms and problems of life, and enjoy more fully the sunlight. I am suggesting that as we go through life we concentrate on the positive. I am asking that we look a little deeper for the good, that we halt the sounds of insult and sarcasm, that we more generously compliment virtue and effort... What I am suggesting is that each of us turn from the negativism that spreads through our society and look for the remarkable good among those with whom we associate, that we speak of one another’s virtues more than we speak of one another’s faults, that optimism replace pessimism, that our faith exceed our fears. When I was a young man and was inclined to speak critically of people or events, my father would say: 'Pessimists do not contribute, unbelievers do not create, doubters do not achieve'."(First Presidency Message,The Continuing Search for Truth-By President Gordon B. Hinckley)

Here's to being an optimistic contributor, believing creator and hopeful achiever...to the life long- moment by moment- journey of making my thoughts fit for the portals of heaven.

With a Sink Full of Dishes!

2008-04-10T23:01:00.005-05:00

Today was just a great one! After waiting weeks for late (sent to our old address) W-2 forms I finally finished filing our taxes! I spent an hour rehearsing with Addy what songs I would sing if I tried out for American Idol. I still weigh what I did at the beginning of the week (and that's after some mother loads of ice cream shoveling). We had our reading time and piano time. I helped a friend out and read my scriptures. I let Addy watch 2 episodes of Dora cuddled up by me on the couch. Me and the gals ate peas, grapes, banana's, oranges, green beans and apples(maybe our variety record for one day). Adelaide is on day three of no bowel accidentals. Morzy could entertain herself all day booking it up the stairs. I've sent Spence with leftovers every day this week. I got the recycle bin out in time this morning. I still have my hair pulled back in the bun I put it in yesterday (slowly falling), and I'm callin it a night, sinking into my crisp sheets with a sink full of dishes. This is the life!

little miracles....

( picture of us taking in the final four festivities! What a blast!)

We're All Together Again! (Final Week of Vacation)

2008-04-09T23:20:00.006-05:00

In my family we love to sing. We can stay up for hours composing our own little numbers and inventing some great (well... we think they're great) routines. When we all get together we traditionally sing the chipmunk version of "we're all together again"! It has been quite some time since every single one of us has been together and since Seth will be leaving in a month on a mission for the LDS church, it was particularly exciting and fitting to share some all together again time~ in St. George Utah!

It was just wonderfully typical for my family (and that's not very typical). At the top of the list was the temple trip and our traditional testimony meeting. I have true gems for siblings and rocks for parents. They provide such strength and encouragement. There's nothing like those late night talks about the gospel and our life's joys and challenges. I love you all so much.

ALSO, there was...Lots of hysterical laughing... A plethora of singing, skitting, acting, dancing, and instrumentaling... Our annual Family American Idol auditions... Easter egg a huntin... MO-ped riding...Take turns meal preparin (sorry about the meat loaf guys)... Lots of swimming including our usual synchronized olympic judging and pool games, Let's hold hands and jump into the freezing-why do we always do this- pool together, March Madnessing, Volleyballin (somehow my team always won...hmmm.), Basketballin, Tennis matchin, Golfin, and just plain playin around.

It was one of those moments in time you think you'll go back to often to recall it's sweetness. Being with family is really but an earlier heaven...Especially being with our little Seffy- who we won't see for another 2 years... that amazingingly strong exemplary valiant man of a brother who we are so blessed to have in our lives. No doubt you will be able to share much of everlasting hope and love to the people in Florida. We will miss you but proudly send you onward!

I value these family revamping moments and consider them, as stated already but could never be adequately expressed, one of my life's greatest miracles.

PS!! I am going to be an Auntie again, twice! McKay & Heather have their first little one coming and Lauri &Keven are expecting their fourth child! YAHOOOO!!!

In-Love and In-Law (Week Two of Vacation)

2008-04-04T22:46:00.007-05:00

I am completely in love with my in-laws ("you fell in love with me?"). In fact I really don't prefer to call them in-laws, they are my family In-(by and through)Love. I really got the sweetest deal the day I was sealed to Spencer. I got the most perfect, spiritually complimentary, light cleavingly faithful soldier of a man for forever.. AND his most generous, optimistically real, humbly righteous, hilariously clever, open armed serving, love every second I'm around them~ family. He would've been more than I deserve, but all of them too!!

My cup gusheth over.

What an amazing (and much needed) time together. More than anything else, I just love being around them, talking, laughing, sharing... learning what makes them so wonderful. They are such examples to me of how to be a better mother, wife, daughter, and Saint. They are one of my life's greatest treasures and most obvious miracles. I love you all so much and am delighted you are my family.

It was so peaceful, beautiful and reflective there at the house in Eugene. The trees, the mists in the morning, waking up to Dad's hot chocolate. We were able to be with everyone except the Utah Lake's and Pete (Christmas? Oh' Please! I hope you are all still coming. Forget how much I love being with you, at least come for an updated photo-since we've got Matt back from his mission and added one spouse and 5 grandbabes since the last entire fam shot.)

We were able to drive down to Ashland for Molly's (a sister in love) baptism. What an honor it was to be a part of such a miraculous event. We felt so grateful for the planning to make it possible for us to be there. It was something we'll remember always.

It was such a blast to see Adelaide and Kamorah lovin on their cousins, ...goofing around, chasing, giggling, pretending, building bears, playing on the playgrounds, marching to Grandma Lake's piano playing! There were so many moments that deserve mentioning but I lack the posting time. I just feel so happy to have them, so grateful. Especially to Mom and Dad, who selflessly press on in the building of the kingdom and their family.

~In Love

Our First Week On Vacation

2008-03-31T22:14:00.005-05:00

Time with the Family in Lebanon...Being able to be there for Seth's receiving his endowment in the temple, seeing Kaylie perform, being awed again while whale watching, having all night testimony sharing and strengthening talks, cherishing the cold foggy days as much as the sunshiny ones, comforting sick little ones through the wee hours of the morning, missing my love and remembering how dear he is to me, loving the sight of my family interacting with their granddaughters and nieces, laughing hysterically at the feel of horseback riding (love it love it!) being able to see the family in action and share one on one time...so many miracles.

Surprises

2008-03-30T13:50:00.005-05:00

There is nothing like a well planned surprise. Not only do I love being surprised, I love surprising! This trip of surprising family sure gave me a rush.

After arriving in Oregon we sneeked into my Dad's work, bombarded my sister Kaylie in the middle of play practice at her school, and startled the two boys- Nate and Seth at home. In Utah we totally shocked Jamie who thought she was picking up someone else at the airport, and excited a suspicious Mckay, Heather and Jake in St.George.

It was such an adventure trying to play off how we weren't able to be there, and at times it was rather hard to cover up. Since my family is so big on surprises, their reactions were priceless. And each time they made us feel so loved in their expressions of joy in our coming.

What are some surprises you've had in your life?

Full Circle

2008-03-28T17:16:00.007-05:00

Starting at 4:00am three weeks ago in San Antonio we've gone to Denver, Portland, Lebanon, Portland, Newport, Lebanon, Eugene, Ashland, Eugene, Portland, Salt Lake, Provo, St. George, Las Vegas, and finally arrived home to San Antonio a little after 4:00am this morning. I feel like I have three weeks worth of posts on file in my brain and can hardly wait to spill out all the treasures I've been storing. I also can't wait to get back into hearing what's been going on in your lives.

Last night was something else. I laugh and roll my eyes just thinking about it. As the gals and I took off at 11:00pm I had high hopes for a red eye, children sleeping through flight. Oh' that's just idealistic me though. I had to laugh out loud when at close to 3:00 am I had finally calmed them down enough to fall asleep, just in time to hear the pilot announce that we were making our final descent into San Anotion.

The miracle here...the three flights previous that my daughters were angelic... and those wonderful co-flyer's of mine who (after hours of coping with fussy children interrupting there hopeful sleep time)could have been ornery, put out and frustrated but instead were patient, gracious and even complimentary to me. Here's to the understanding and forgiving people in the world, and... reconsidering my next red eye flight.

PS- Why isn't could've a word? It should be.

Why The Famine?

2008-03-22T13:47:00.004-05:00

Some of you may be wondering more of a reason for the long pause in posting...well, the SURPRISE IS finally OUT! We made a undercover trek to visit mine and Spencer's family in Oregon and somehow, after weeks of cover up, were able to surprise them. I can hardly wait to post about all the little miracles we've had in our precious family time. I am now in St. George for a few more days and will fly back with the girls to meet up with Spencer who couldn't join us for the entire 3 weeks.

Oh' I just feel so overwhelmed in love and blessings...Family is one of Father's most gracious gifts He's bestowed. The source of many miracles.

Yet A Great Way Off: Aren't We All Prodigals

2008-03-10T10:35:00.005-05:00

I have been reflecting a great deal on the compassion shown in the account of the prodigal son found in the Bible. I find it a miracle that this loving father forgives his son even before forgiveness is asked of him. That instead of waiting for his rebellious child to make it into his home and beg for mercy- just the sight of his coming is enough to send the father leaping to meet and embrace him. What a great example this is to me.

I guess we might all be considered prodigal children to our Father in Heaven since we are most certainly at times wayward or wasteful.I know our Perfect Father longs to reach for us, even when we are still a great way off.

"...But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him."(Luke 15: 11-32)

The fact that our Father is just waiting, anxious to embrace us in our coming to Him-
truly one of life's most priceless gifts and undeserving miracles

Blogging

2008-03-06T13:38:00.005-06:00

Blogging has been a great resource for me to express my opinion, think out my voice, record my experiences and simply share what's in my heart. I feel rewarded in doing it just for myself and added thrill thinking that someone else might read it and have feelings or experience that could build upon my own. But let's talk about YOU and your blogging. I feel like I am immersed in great novels as I read your blogs. I find myself anticipating the next chapter of your lives. I feel such emotions through your sharings from hysteric laughter to intense sorrow. Always you make me reflect on how I can be better and how I can enjoy my days more. I am so thankful to have been able to catch up with old friends and learn more about the new ones. It is fantastic to have such a way to get to know people I admire, since we all have limited time in our days, we can still have a sense that we are a part of each others lives. I just want to thank you for the efforts, big or small, you put into sharing your lives with me. I really feel inspired by you and know that anything that can be so uplifting comes from Heaven.

One of my dear and avid blog checking friends asked me what has happened to my nearly daily updates. Well, for the two of you out there who check my blog longing to see what I had to share today, I hope you'll forgive me for a bit. We are working out a new schedule in our family and I am trying to be more productive with my evenings. Since Spence teaches early morning seminary and the only time I get the Internet is at night when he is home, I have been known to stay up (too late) blogging. I feel maybe my days had been suffering a bit and I have been challenging myself to try and go to bed early and rise with my hubby. No, have no fear, I am not leaving the blogging realm. I just need to readjust and balance out my life a little bit and make sure I am obligated to the most important priorities. Since blogging has been such a great way for me to feel the spirit, use my mind and expression, reflect upon my simple life, and learn so much from you- I will definitely continue. But for the next few weeks (Spencer has spring break and we have some little family projects and outings we're trying to plan) my posts may be more sparse than frequent.

I hope you'll join me again soon- post life balancing break. And as always, I look forward to your next chapters. Carry on!

Going to the Temple

2008-03-02T13:55:00.003-06:00

Of course everything about the temple and the ordinances we participate in there, is miraculous. I made an appointment for myself to go Saturday and I am not exaggerating when I say Friday night felt like Christmas Eve. I had set out my clothes, even ironed my dress, had everything ready so I wouldn't forget. The morning came and when I woke early, I still felt like I was going to some special party or event I had been greatly anticipating (I guess that is exactly what it is). I don't know why I was so excited this particular visit, except that maybe I just really needed it.

As I sat back in reflection I was so grateful that for a few hours my time stood still. I know the minutes were ticking by, but to me I felt on heavens timetable and I could really put a different perspective on my life and where I was in it. I had some great impressions and ideas for personal growth and change.

It was just a miracle to have that time...and I hope it's not long before I am back there again.

THE haircuts...

2008-02-28T21:21:00.009-06:00

One time in college while I was visiting teaching, a sister complimented me on my hair, and rather than trying to plead humble by trailing off some little excuse or complaint, I simply said "Why thanks, I enjoy it". I think she was a little taken back. I would be lying if I pretended to be bothered with my hair or have some issue with it. The fact of the matter is, I am happy with my hair just the way it is.

I get my hair cut from a "professional" (we'll most of them are anyway) about two (maybe three) times yearly and trim and layer it up myself in between. Aside from two haircuts that left my hair ponytail exempt afterwards, I have had long hair (As my sister would joke "her one true beauty").

I haven't really ever had a bad haircut, mostly I think because my hair grows so fast it would cover it self up shortly (however, there was that one time it was cut into this crazily dramatic V-shape in the back, but once again, it grew out quickly and I was back to normalcy)

I digress...So, I have had the two highlights of my haircutting life experiences at salons here in Texas. One when we first moved here and the other tonight. I am really still cracking up inside just thinking about them. I think most of you would've been smart enough to run (actually most of you would've been smart enough to not even go inside this franchise walk in place just because you had a coupon), but not me...Once I was inside I was so intrigued with how my hair was going to turn out and how interesting the people were, I had to stick it out (plus I have a hard time thinking I could make someone feel badly or create an awkward situation).

Because I am completely exhausted and still need to take some time to "survey the damage" I'll spare you all the details. You won't really believe it anyway.

For now, here's to my hair stylist, front teeth missing (it actually became endearing) stepped in mid cut so the other girl could go home early, Ruby (which you were named because your "mother and father thought sarcastically after your difficult birth that you were a real 'gem')...to being able to read my future by the shape of my head (you got it, I am right handed and I already have children)... for the face frame I asked you specifically not to cut... to your daughter (who openly shared with me how she is more man than woman) who stood around, hovering, chatting with us and calling people for you on the phone...to your boyfriend who you say has short man syndrome because you are 5'8"...to your cute grand kids that you told your daughter to quit having (sad)... for being over 50 and having your stylist license close to 30 years, for cutting hair even with shaking hands...for telling me how to lie at the beauty college to get a free facial... for recommending Suave as your favorite brand...for telling me all the secret tricks to great hair ie: soaking it in vinegar before and after swimming...for spending so much time on my hair and doing such a thorough job.

Really Ruby, it was such a treat to meet you. You made my week. I don't know what other setting I would've crossed paths with you. It was so refreshing to get a reminder that there are such entertaining people like you with such intriguingly different lifestyles. You remind me that I am not the only person here on earth but that I share it with many wonderful, unique people I can learn from. Thanks for being willing to share so much with a stranger. The whole experience was a little miracle to me.

As for my haircut, I kind of forgot about it actually... I'm sure it's just fine. If not, it'll grow out in a few weeks.

Would I recommend her to anyone for a haircut: No. Will I go back: Maybe.

PLEASE SHARE-
What are some of your haircutting experiences? I know you got some good ones...

(I hope someday I get to sport something like this hip style, but I'm wanting to lose some of the excess cheek business I got going on before I try and place emphasis on it.)

Spending My Time... Good Better Best

2008-02-27T21:27:00.006-06:00

How rewarding it is to feel that you have used all the hours in a day productively. I have had such days these past few. I feel so invigorated...keeping the worthwhile, simple and essential things in my days and clearing out some of the clutter. A sort of spring cleaning from a few of the messy time wasters I've had looming around. Out with the good things, on with the BEST!

"Most of us have more things expected of us than we can possibly do...we face many choices on what we will do with our time and other resources. We should begin by recognizing the reality that just because something is good is not a sufficient reason for doing it. The number of good things we can do far exceeds the time available to accomplish them. Some things are better than good, and these are the things that should command priority attention in our lives.
ie:good to hold a meeting, better to teach a principle, but best to actually improve lives as a result of the meeting." (Dallin H. Oaks, “Good, Better, Best,” Liahona, Nov 2007, 104–8)

I have felt such spiritual encouragement as I've tried to refocus my days, and that has been a miracle for me.

Onto another day of sifting... to spend my time doing what is better than good. Even if that includes the dishes, again. :D

Helpful Co-Shoppers

2008-02-24T22:12:00.004-06:00

So I made a special trip to Walmart for one specific item, a stair gate. After Kamorah started crawling up the stairs I figured it would be essential for her safety and my sanity. After spending some time selecting between the two options, I followed my gut...I went with the cheaper one. Thankfully, I was behind Ms. Helpful in line who proceeded to tell me about the tragic events that took place in her home thanks to the cheapness of the product I'd already loaded on the conveyer belt. To my luck, she'd already tried 3 other stair gates before finding one that her child couldn't knock over. Unfortunately, the winning gate is much more expensive and not found at my local el thrifty warehouse. So, I'll scope the internet for deals before I make my way to the Babies-R-Us... fingers crossed that it might magically be on sale.

And so, I want to say Thank You to the dear lady who checked out in front of me. Thank you for speaking up, even if the checker girl was giving you a dirty look! Thank you for sparing me the hassle you already went through.Who knows what could've happened had I purchased that false sense of security.

You saved me more than money. My little unknown friend, my miracle today. Carry on! Carry on!

A Reminder: The Challenge to Become

2008-02-23T21:01:00.010-06:00

My brothers (sorry you were on your mission for the wedding Jake) have recently inspired me in my personal challenge to become. I have learned so much by watching them and listening to their experiences of coming closer to Christ. Something they shared today reminded me of these wonderful words from Elder Oaks about our greatest challenge.

"In contrast to the institutions of the world, which teach us to know something, the gospel of Jesus Christ challenges us to become something...

Now is the time for each of us to work toward our personal conversion, toward becoming what our Heavenly Father desires us to become. As we do so, we should remember that our family relationships—even more than our Church callings—are the setting in which the most important part of that development can occur. The conversion we must achieve requires us to be a good husband and father or a good wife and mother. Being a successful Church leader is not enough. Exaltation is an eternal family experience, and it is our mortal family experiences that are best suited to prepare us for it.

Our needed conversions are often achieved more readily by suffering and adversity than by comfort and tranquillity, as Elder Hales taught us so beautifully this morning. Father Lehi promised his son Jacob that God would “consecrate [his] afflictions for [his] gain” (2 Ne. 2:2). The Prophet Joseph was promised that “thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; and then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high” (D&C 121:7–8).
...persons who are proceeding toward the needed conversion are beginning to see things as our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, see them. They are hearing His voice instead of the voice of the world, and they are doing things in His way instead of by the ways of the world." (Dallin H. Oaks, “The Challenge to Become,” Ensign, Nov 2000, 32–34)

These words motivate me, encourage me. This challenge to become, to change ourselves-surely a lifelong process, but today I am a processing and I am going to keep on the challenge! Thank you to my giving brothers for the reminder. I consider it a miracle to have such influences on earth to REMIND us, even unknowingly, what it is we are striving for. I need them.

Because...tomorrow I just may forget.
That dang veil.

Headbands, Food Processors and Our Digestive System

2008-02-22T21:28:00.011-06:00

Headbands-A great encouragement when you don't do your hair. Last night I went to sleep with wet, uncombed hair. I woke up this morning and without even combing my hair, pulled it back into a ponytail and threw on a head band. Some luscious lip gloss and a quick coat of mascara- and we're out the door. I don't know how it works but the headband actually seems to hide the fact that your hair is untouched and womped. Here's to headbands and feeling better than frumpy...You deserve one!

Food Chopper- While there are many purposes for these, my recent engagement has been to feed my 7 month old. Let me just tell you how fun it is (and how much money you will save) making your own baby food. Sure I have bought baby food for outings, traveling and just plain convenience. But l love making up my own. It's so easy, so affordable. You start simple with plain steamed veggies or fruit, mix in juice, oatmeal, rice, flax seed...And the mixer I have, cost around ten bucks. So happy about this one!

The best miracle of my day is Kamorah's digestive system. She was acting a little unsettled and I realized why when I changed her diaper... Amid her bowels was an aluminum foiled candy wrapper. Yep, it had worked its way all through her tiny little body. And even though I felt so badly, I cheered at her bodies capabilities to recognize this was not something worth holding onto! Yesterday Addy had snuck a candy behind the couch and left the peelings...I thought I got them all, but that's my only lead as to where she got a hold of something like that. What a miracle the digestive system is!

Taking a Walk

2008-02-21T19:59:00.004-06:00

I don't know what it is, but taking a walk just makes me feel like a good person. Like I'm doing something great for the world, just getting out to explore and enjoy it's simple offerings. Tonight we took a 2 hour jaunt around our neighborhood and it's surroundings. It was in the high 70's with just enough of a breeze to offset the humidity. We found a hidden passageway between two neighborhoods, completely surrounded in trees, no cars or people in sight.

Going on a walk is time transporting. As we danced underneath the suspended power lines above, if I had closed my eyes, I swear I could've been 6 again. I was feeling the exact feelings of walking home from a friends house, a little worn out from a long day, huffing for breaths from the hill climbing (although there was much more huffing this time around). And then as I listened to the cicada's singing, I felt I could've been back on my mission. On one of those long country roads enjoying the (what seemed like) miles of walking between houses...the forced break from talking with people (much needed at times).

Going on a walk is Heavenly. There's something about walking away from the world for a bit. No phones, televisions, clocks, computers...away from your everyday surroundings...finding a place outside to meditate, reflect...to be Holy. Some of my greatest promptings and spiritual pleas have been outside the doors of my home. There is just something freeing about being outside, amid God's creations, that makes it easier to see Him and hear His voice.

Yes, that walk today was absolutely pleasant. In fact, if there were a interactive dictionary that could transport someone to an actual place, moment, or feeling to be able to catch the full description- and you looked up pleasant, you'd have joined us on our walk. It was enough to be a miracle for me today. Taking a walk...If you haven't in while, I strongly suggest it.

Sun Bathing With Barack

2008-02-19T23:19:00.012-06:00

Well...I'm getting warmer. As I make my way through the Presidential Campaign rallying taking place here in the Lone-star State I seem to be getting closer. Since I gave Hillary a "cold", I'll give Barack a "warmer".

After miraculously making it to the 5th row of his town meeting downtown (okay, so it was more like finagling than miraculous) We spent the afternoon in the sun with the hippest of the pre-nominee's. I still think no matter what I do, Obama will be President. He's too exciting for people. Not for me personally though. He comes out cracking jokes and building up the country. The focus on 'The time is NOW', 'We can do it, YES WE CAN"! and the "UNITED States of America".My Miracle today, the side pack that comfortably held sleeping Morzy's weight, so my back didn't have to.

Hilarious Children

2008-02-18T21:55:00.010-06:00

Surely I am not the only parent who finds their children completely hilarious. Several times a day I laugh out loud at their honest, unintentional cuteness. I wish I had their ability to be so carefree.To enjoy more the simplicities of life. To not be caught up in others opinions. To let go of worry and just live sometimes...regardless of how silly I may look.

The entertaining humor they bring and find in their everyday exploring is a miracle to me. One which fills my day with delight! How I want to be like them!

"Humor is in the way we see things, the way we think. It’s an attitude, not an event. Perhaps the key lies in becoming more childlike...

Laugh more, play more, swing out of familiar places, be more the way you were when you were a child."(The Power of Laughter,Gary K. Palmer,Teaching Professor of Recreation Management and Youth Leadership, Brigham Young University).

The Power of His Love

2008-02-17T23:52:00.008-06:00

I think I could write about this miracle everyday. I am so amazed at the power and influence of Love in our lives. Given from God and shared between mortals, love has to be the most penetrable force for good in all the earth. The most significant event of all time, Our Saviors Atonement, our greatest example- the ultimate act of perfect Love.

Nephi shares his personal witness of the supporting, leading, preserving,consuming power of Christ's love by saying:

" O wretched man that I am! Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities. I am encompassed about, because of the temptations and the sins which do so easily abeset me.And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins;

nevertheless, I know in whom I have trusted.My God hath been my support; he hath led me through mine afflictions in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep."

"He hath filled me with HIS LOVE, even unto the consuming of my flesh".(2 Nephi 4:17-21)

I am amazed that at this moment, when I have much more need than Nephi to exclaim my own "wretchedness", I too feel consumed by the love of the Lord. In all my weakness, in all my shortcomings and disappointments... somehow I have been given such an undeserved gift- the unconditional Love of a Perfect being.

The challenge: Inviting that love to change my heart, daily. And to share, unjudgingly, part of that love with all I meet. How I wish all the worried hearts of the world could be met with His resolving, (and waiting) love.

I've sure got to do more.

"One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other"

2008-02-15T21:40:00.013-06:00

So Wednesday night Hillary Clinton came to San Antonio. I am not a Hillary fan, yet I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be in on the action. So Sally, Morzy and I ventured down to that south side of town "In an effort to educate ourselves and be a part of history in the making...braved the westside streets of San Antonio, uncomfortably drove through a throng of protesters with pictures of aborted babies[giving our acknowledgment that we were on their side], strutted our stuff by the press hoping to get interviewed, and cut in line in front of a fraternity of college kids that were just happy not to be carrying a baby--all to see Hillary Clinton in person"(Sally's blog)

It was a strange feeling being there. I was anxious to share my opinion and rose out of my seat and "cheered wildly-- to the consternation of all around --when one of the pre-Hillary speakers asked if there were any Republicans in the house!"(Sally)

The introducers "would get everyone excited and cheering, so as to let Hillary know that 'Texas is Clinton Country' and then nothing would happen. After about 23 times of the roaring excitement ending in disillusionment, her real entrance was a bit anti-climatic."(Sally)

I'll spare you the details of what she said. If you've watched her on TV at all, you've heard it.

Most of it I disagreed with, some sounded nice but has slim chance of coming to fruition. She was very political, playing to her different audience of voters. While I don't think she is evil(or at least I hardly know her well enough to decide that) I was even more convinced that she wouldn't lead the country in the direction I hope for.
Kamorah and I were on the same page with Clinton's speach, bored.

It was a bit of a conflicting feeling being there. At one point Hillary looked at me, Kamorah now asleep on my hip, and I know we made eye contact. Do you think she could've sensed my disagreance?

I must've stuck out, non-hispanic young gal with the only baby in the room, not smiling or nodding like everyone else, obviously unimpressed. While I felt like I was a cougar fan in a sea of Utes, I was filled with a sense of gratitude for the system. We live in a true democracy. A country that honors the gift and MIRACLE OF AGENCY with all it's accompanying benefits or downfalls. I felt the sense of how differently people think. What may seems so obvious to one person, another is oblivious to. And yet how similar we are. Sincerely concerned for our future and the direction of the country. Unexpectedly, I felt a bit happy for those enthusiasts that have found a voice in Hillary. No matter how much I may disagree with them. Again unfortunate for myself that the political voice I found to represent my views is no longer available. (Can we put our cards back in, shuffle and re-draw?). And even in the bleak alternatives, I have hope in America. Hope in the people.

I was happy when she was done talking. We lingered, taking it all in, hoping again that some media type might want to talk with a few "non-believers". One reporter did, but mostly just because she thought Kamorah was cute.

For now, I'm unfavorably voting McCain, although I am convinced Obama will win.

And I happily exercise my agency, thankful to live in a land where I can make my decisions for myself.

The Internet

2008-02-15T18:34:00.003-06:00

The internet is definitely a miracle. Anytime I think of it, I just can't get my mind around how it can really work. We don't always have access to it, and the past few days we have been without it...both a blessing and a curse. I can hardly believe how dependent our society has become on it. I only have access to a computer when my lovey gets home from work...and since I'm usually in the thick of "home making" right then, my internet time is my late night treat. I've missed my news articles, hearing the latest from my favorite peoples blogs, and posting. But I've picked up my nearly dusted books on my end table and gotten more sleep.

Yes, the internet certainly is amazing. A "Net" for both good and evil. I am grateful to be a part of it's goodness.

To Those Who Fight My Mormon Faith

2008-02-11T22:18:00.000-06:00

My heart is heavy right now. I wish I could respond to each of you individually and yet am unsure what would come of it. I fear I will not have adequate words to fully express my feelings and belief, but am compelled to make the attempt anyway.

I have recently stumbled upon many of your web pages, blogs and articles. criticizing The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints . Some are written by skeptical members of the church, some by disillusioned members, some by former members, and some by people who have never been members of the church. Much to some of you alls dismay, my faith in the Restoration of Jesus Christ's Gospel has not faltered. While reading some of your harsh accusations and attempts at uncovering my eyes to your perceived truth, I have realized even more deeply my personal conviction.

You certainly are driven to share your opinions. Most of your sites are impressively organized,sometimes factual, and frequently updated with your research on the history of the church and its people. It is interesting the feelings I get when I enter one of your sites. I read a comment or post that so purposefully makes fun of something I hold sacred, I get upset, frustrated at your disrespect and misinterpretation, and then I feel sadness. Not because you are "opening my eyes" to the "real church" that I have been "brain washed" into believing in. Not sad for myself in anyway... Really, I feel sad for you. The motive of the information you share does not seem to be out of love. It does not seem to be shared for the purpose of helping others come closer to Christ, who Himself is LOVE. In fact, most of what I read seems to be driven by the opposite, hatred and disdain. I feel sad for what your life must be like, being filled with such hatred for something. I find it rather interesting that people can be so devoted to tearing something or someone down. I wonder what experiences you have had that have lead you to your conclusions. You make it very clear what it is that you do not believe, and because of this, it is hard for me to understand what it is that you DO believe. Your dedication to denouncing the LDS church seems to overshadow your personal convictions.

I believe that all men have a right to believe and worship how they desire. While I have strong convictions that differ from other people, I have no desire and no time to dedicate an entire blog to breaking down what's wrong with their beliefs. There is far too much truth for me to discover to take the time to meddle in all the untruths of the world.

Let's just say for a moment that my religion is what you say it is, a hoax. How are you personally drawing closer to God by spreading it's message of falsehoods? A Math teacher could not help students progress if she only taught the wrong answers ie. 2+2 does not equal 9. Why spend so much of your time focusing on what you consider not to be the way to heaven? Why not respectfully let us just carry on in our beliefs as you would allow any other church?

Could this be because it is not just any Church? If it were it would simply be left alone. (see Acts 5:38-39)

I have met many people of all faiths who sincerely believe in Christ and are striving so honestly to know Him. The invitation to Come Unto Christ is given to all men everywhere. I would never want someone to feel degraded or disrespected in their efforts to worship Christ. I do however, invite the honest, humble seeker, to ask God for themselves about The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and it's claims to be Christ's church, one again on the earth. For having this knowledge has made my Coming unto Christ all the easier (although I am certainly still struggling and striving).

I would so much appreciate your respect and toleration of what may appear an extremely bold religion. It is an extremely bold religion.
I hope you will forgive the imperfections of the people who practice it.

If it is true, that Christ has brought back His authority on the earth, it's a miracle.

And It is true.

I wish you well on your journey.

"Behold, he sendeth an invitation unto all men, for the arms of mercy are extended towards them..." (Alma 5:33)

Crib Bumpers, No Shopping & Carne Picada

2008-02-10T14:27:00.000-06:00

Kamorah's crib bumpers needed to be washed and since the washer was preoccupied with Addy's-let's call it "accident" laundy, the bumpers were put on the back burner for a day. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal until Addy and I went in to check on Mora after her nap and found her like this... I call this picture Free The People. Sure am grateful for those normally overlooked bumpers

No Shopping. I think I missed out on the feminine "shopping gene". I definitely don't turn to shopping for therapy or comfort. I don't care to wander through stores one bit. My husband enjoys it more than I do so I'll send him whenever I can (especially if it's to Costco-love you Babe). I can't even remember the last time I bought clothes. Oh' yes I can. Clearance rack at Target when we first moved here. I bought a pink jacket and two shirts. Felt like I was really splurging. I know I know, "but sometimes you just need to treat yourself. It's amazing how good you feel in new clothes". Not me, seriously. If I were to go to some store in the mall, pick out a shirt that was not on sale, by the time I got it home I would've convinced myself that I didn't need it, and it would weigh on me until I returned it. Maybe it's a guilt thing. Maybe it's a pride thing. Either way, I might be fit for psychological evaluation on this one. I've come a long way since first being married and have let my husband win out on a few big purchases. The bottom line, I don't like shopping because I don't like spending money. In fact I take great pride in not spending money. It is a great source of satisfaction in my life. I feel so rewarded, so accomplished, so non-wasteful and free! Purchasing our necessities under budget is liking getting an 'A' in a hard class. It is hard for me to buy something that we don't absolutely need. Ask my poor husband. His selections at the store go through a rigorous trial of necessity vs. luxury before purchase.

I'm always buying in bulk, bargains, clearance,coupons... trying to save a little here or there. But every once in a while, I discover a cheaper way of doing something. Better than just a one time deal, a different way of living that can continuously put more money into our pockets. Just yesterday I came upon one such discovery.CARNE PICADA! So I thought I had discovered something when I realized how much more affordable it is to buy stew meat in bulk instead of a whole roast; tastes the same, already cut. Until I found Carne Picada at the store yesterday. It is the same tough beef as stew meat just cut in smaller shreds. You are not going to believe me, but I spent $3.12 on a family size 5lbs (which the man reduced while I was standing there because it needed to be sold by the 15th so I still had several good days left). I was a little hesitant, but after the meat man insisted it was the same meat just cut differently, I was accepting, for the price. So today I tested it. After spending a few minutes removing the small deposits of fat (which most people would probably just ignore, I do it on any kind of meat) I coated it with flour and threw it in with some other ingredients for some stroganoff.

...and the grammy goes to...CARNE PICADA, my new cheaper way to do some crock potting and mexican style meals. It was absolutely delicious and obviously affordable. I even have half of it left in the freezer. I can hardly contain my excitement.

So today my miracle
those little make-life-more-affordable finds.
like you, CARNE PICADA. Here's to you, you money saving, great tasting, spanish version of a classic traditional.

Baby Steps- Inching Our Way To Perfection

2008-02-08T22:55:00.000-06:00

What a miracle it is to watch children grow. We see them born seemingly helpless, with endless posibilities... and then day by day, they come to realize the power of their bodies and minds. Moving, Learning, Changing, Understanding. We marvel with each milestone. More than just watching our child, we are watching God's, and their growth seems to connects us to heaven. It is far too miraculous for me to even comprehend at times... conception, birth and growth of a human spirit and body. I find myself saying and thinking "can you even believe this is the same person that was kicking inside of me"?!

The past few weeks we've enjoyed seeing the freedom that has come to Kamorah as she has refined her crawling techniques. For a few months previous, she has been on the brink, but instead of full out crawling she would take just one or two crawls and then lunge forward with all her might, flopping to the ground at her destination. While it seemed to work for her, I knew that if she would only give the actual crawling part a chance she would realize she could reach a better result using less energy (and less rug burnage). I tried to help and coach her but knew I couldn't force it or the lesson would be lost and she would not develope the skills and strength she needed through the process.

Surely Father in Heaven must look down at me sometimes and wonder..."why must she insist on "lunging"? Come on girl, you can do it! If only you knew how much more efficient "crawling" would be." Yet He is patient with me, knowing I need to learn the lesson and develop the strength I need in order to move on to my next milestone.

One could find it rather daunting that we have been commanded to "Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect." (Matthew 5:48). But Thankfully Moroni clarifies this call to perfection by saying “come unto Christ, and be perfected in him, and deny yourselves of all ungodliness; … and love God with all your might, mind and strength, … that by his grace ye may be PERFECT IN CHRIST.” (Moro. 10:32.)

What a reassurance that we are not alone in our progression to perfection. That our call is not to be perfect on our own, but Perfect through our Perfect Mediator. Also, Father doesn't expect that we walk at birth or that we are ready for exaltation upon the first trial we encounter, He gives us time... baby stepping our way to perfection. Each milestone building upon and preparing us for the next.

“Nobody becomes perfect in this life. Only the Lord Jesus attained that state, and he had an advantage that none of us has. He was the Son of God. … Becoming perfect in Christ is a process.
“We begin to keep the commandments today,and we keep more of them tomorrow, and we go from grace to grace, up the steps of the ladder, and thus we improve and perfect our souls.” (1976 Devotional Speeches of the Year, Provo: Brigham Young University Press, 1977, pages 399–400.)

That we have the baby steps to get there...a miracle

My Friend Mitt, Thank You

2008-02-07T17:16:00.001-06:00

In case you missed this, I consider this suspension of campaign by Mitt Romney a practical and honorable decision and, although I am extremely disappointed, I couldn't feel prouder. Over these last few months I have had such hope, such excitement over Mitt Romney running for President, and yet also such stress and concern. I feel a strange sense of relief for myself and everyone involved. A good feeling that they did all they could.
...And with this comes a optimistic dream for the future (Mitt 2012!)

Since he will still be on the ballot for the primaries, he has my vote. As for November, I'm sure trying to be okay with McCain, we'll see. For now, Thank you Mitt, Ann and Family. All that you have done for the cause of America has not been in vain. Your voice has been heard and I am happy to have had someone share my values publicly. Thank you Mitt, it's a miracle to me that you have been able to remain steadfast under such trying circumstances.

"The attack on faith and religion is no less relentless. And tolerance for pornography – even celebration of it – and sexual promiscuity, combined with the twisted incentives of government welfare programs have led to today's grim realities: 68% of African American children are born out-of-wedlock, 45% of Hispanic children, and 25% of White children. How much harder it is for these children to succeed in school and in life. A nation built on the principles of the Founding Fathers cannot long stand when its children are raised without fathers in the home.

The development of a child is enhanced by having a mother and father. Such a family is the ideal for the future of the child and for the strength of a nation. I wonder how it is that unelected judges, like some in my state of Massachusetts, are so unaware of this reality, so oblivious to the millennia of recorded history. It is time for the people of America to fortify marriage through Constitutional amendment, so that liberal judges cannot continue to attack it." (Governor Mitt Romney Addresses CPAC Fabruary 7, 2008)

Self Mastery- I AM DOING IT!

2008-02-05T22:14:00.000-06:00

If I hadn't signed up 3 weeks in advance for the missionaries to come over to dinner tonight, I might not have.

After all, for little obsessed me, tonight is a big night: Super Tuesday. We already knew that tonight would be intense for me but I couldn't have predicted the other little tests that accompanied it. It started with little Adelaide wanting to be awake at 6 am when I went to bed after 3am with a teething kamorah... Miss potty trainee going to the bathroom in her bedroom (twice) and then trying to clean it up(bless her heart) by spreading it all around her room, rubbing it into all sorts of things... the pen marks on the couch...the long hold on the phone over being wrongly billed, etc... Oh' today the drama came out in full force. Anything to try and get me to loose it, to give over my control. No way, nope, not this gal, not today! I AM IN CONTROL!

So, I did sign up for a missionary meal and they did come over. Don't get me wrong I always anticipate them coming over it. Not only does it give me an excuse to make sure my house is extra clean but I love the challenge to be more involved in missionary work (which I swore I would never let myself lose sight of when I became a "member missionary" instead of "full time"one ...how'd that slip?). However, with only 30 min before their ETA I found myself on the third of five loads of laundry (not exaggerating, see previous paragraph for details) my own clothes (now raunchy from the days unanticipated cleaning) needing desperately to be thrown into the bunch, a bag of cheerios spilled all over the entire kitchen floor, a dining chair with legs that mysteriously just broke off, a baby who wanted some milk, a meal that was half prepared, and a cute toddler still in the bath. I know (or at least hope) many of you share these types of days with me.

Well, wonderfully, it all worked out. Spence came home in time to help, the missionaries came, we ate, we shared, we felt the spirit... and I laughed inside at how wonderfully crazy life can be. Now, instead of biting my nails in front of a television, stirring up negative feelings as I listen to people I disagree with babble on, being emotionally challenged by disappointment in results...I find myself so happy and peaceful. Pleasantly situated on my bed, occasionally checking the CNN results, calmly concerned, but content and proud. Proud that tonight, after what could've been a disasterous roller-coaster of a day, I made up my mind I wouldn't let it be. And I go to sleep having mastered (for at least today) myself and my emotions.

Not only is SELF MASTERY a challenge, but it is miracle.

'What an exciting life is available for each one of us today!... One of the requirements of life is to be able to make choices. In order to do so, one must know how to look at things and at oneself. One must also learn that to live means being able to deal with difficulties; problems are a normal part of life, and the great thing is to avoid being overcome by them.

The battle for self-mastery may leave a person a bit bruised and battered, but always a better man or woman. Self-mastery is a rigorous process at best; too many of us want it to be effortless and painless."(Thomas S. Monson, “In Search of an Abundant Life,” Tambuli, Aug 1988, 3)

Super Monday!

2008-02-04T22:32:00.000-06:00

It is amazing to see the difference between how Father in Heaven does his business and how we mortals do ours.

In a quiet, reverent setting, He calls His Apostles together to set apart a new President for His church. Following the order outlined through Priesthood Keys, and dependent upon the confirmation of the spirit, they all unanimously agree. There is no campaigning, no polling, no media speculation or invitation, no back biting, no advertising,no analyzing, no fundraising, no debating, no commercials, no money spent on the process...

No, the calling of the President of the church takes much less from the world, but much more from heaven.

The new Prophet is simply presented to us as such. And somehow, miraculously, we can all get that same confirmation that this person, chosen even without our input, is to be our leader. And in this simple process, I have more trust. More trust than in all the millions of hours and dollars in research and coverage spent on presenting highly educated professionals to capable free Americans for the choosing.

As I feel in recent times, discouraged with the deceptive and cunning ways of man portrayed in politics and the media, and on the eve of a very important (your vote is needed)Super Tuesday Primaries, today I feel in good hands. TODAY was the Super day. I feel safe. And no matter the outcome of tomorrow, even though I care deeply, I am confident in the direction of my future...because I have a Prophet. And He comes with the ultimate of Endorsements.

The process, a miracle.

Just FYI:

2008-02-04T01:08:00.000-06:00

It was 80 degrees today. We had the AC and fans on at church. In early February...seems a miracle to me.

Wind Chimes, Truth Tellers & No Pass Along Cards!

2008-02-02T21:22:00.000-06:00

What an incredible week. The emotions and spirit that I have felt have lifted me to higher heights. I'm determined I need to be better and...that I can be. Because of this wonderful feeling it has been easy to see myself surrounded in miracles.

WIND CHIMES-We never had one growing up. They seemed the kind of thing you'd see around my grandma's neighborhood or being sold randomly on the side of the streets on a road trip.

One day after I layed Kamorah down for a nap, I opened her window to allow a breeze to come through. Later as I poked my head in to check on her, I heard the delightful song of a wind chime singing through her open window. I peered over her crib, gazing at her, feeling the warm breeze blow through her curtains and hearing the sweet lullabye of the wind. Looking down at her, peaceful, tender, calm. It was so pleasant, so still, her slow breathing in and out, the perfect temperature, so serene, so beautiful. I wished for a moment that I was her and I could curl up in her little crib and leave every burden there. In a way,I guess I did. After taking the moment in, I left her room feeling carefree.
I am thankful that the neighbors have a wind chime...otherwise I might need to go find one of those roadside markets.

TRUTH TELLERS-Something I greatly appreciate, are people who just tell you like it is. The real friends who want to "help you out" by letting you in on their perception. There are the traditional classics: "You have something in your teeth", or "your zipper is down". Sometimes we even ask for it starting our questions with "Now...you can tell me the truth..." Some of my personal favorites have included,"your hair looked better longer", "woa, you got the pregnant nose", or "I think those jeans are fitting you tighter". Children seem to be the best at this no nonsense truth telling. They have no concept or intent to offend. They also delight in small discovery and pointing it out.

On Saturday morning Adelaide woke up and came and jumped into bed with me. I love snuggling up with her and just starting our day off hugging. I wrapped myself around her and leaned my face right up against hers, talking right in her ear, asking about her sleep and making our plans for the day. In the middle of my talking, she pulled away from me, looking at me a little puzzled. I could tell she was trying to figure out how to say something. She looked at me intently, jumbling a few words together until she happily got it out.

"Mom, you need to brush your teeth?"

The laughter consumed me as I realized she was trying to figure out a way to help me out with my morning breath. What a sweetheart. I hope this is only the beginning of s lifetime of honest truth telling from her. I could really use some more of that.

WHERE ARE THE PASS ALONG CARDS?!
I don't always pray to have missionary experiences. I know if I did, I would have them. As I contemplated President Hinckley's passing (I like using that word because it makes me feel like he just walked into another room) I was saddened to think of all the people in the world who didn't know him. This thought as well as the words I have listened to from the Prophet, have lit a little fire with in me. I have felt the yearning pressing feelings to open my mouth more so that others can know we have a Prophet today. Obviously Heavenly Father was aware of these feelings when he sent a painter to our house on Wednesday. From the moment I answered the door, I knew I had to share the gospel with him. I am not normally afraid to talk about the church, to mention things to friends, to talk to strangers, I rather enjoy it actually. But when Heavenly Father makes me feel like "you can't let this person out of your house until you share something significant with them" ...then I feel the pressure.
As he painted different rooms in our house (he was here to paint over repairs that had been done), I was searching for a pass along card. I was nearly frantic about it... we have a million of those things. I looked everywhere and couldn't believe that I could find no pass along cards. That meant I couldn't just give him a card, try to pass that off as "sharing something significant", and hope for the best. This was going to be a bit more difficult. What could I do? The pressing feeling continued. I recalled a picture of the Savior that my sister had just sent me (thanks jamie, wink wink) and decided that I would write the church website and telephone number on the back after I non chalantly asked him if he went to church.

I heard him coming down the stairs and in his steps I heard another "you have to tell him".

I stumbled over something about him being done, not really caring now about the work he came to do but how I could get past that. Then I just cut right to it because it seemed like I would feel uncomfortable until I did. I prefaced it by saying that I hoped he wouldn't find it strange of me to ask, but "are you Christian?" He said yes and told me that he knew I was because of the pictures in the house and how nice I was (this certainly made me feel good). I asked if he went to a church. This stirred him to open up about his life... trying to raise 3 children, his teenage son who is struggling, how they found the church they attend, and how they have found hope in Christ. He seemed to really trust me with the details of his life and I knew that was probably a sign of the comfort that the spirit brings. I felt so much love for him and his family, I was genuinely interested in hearing about him and his life. I felt a bit like a missionary. Those moments when you are able, somehow, to love someone at first meeting. It's as though the Savior lets you borrow some of the love he has for them and you seem to feel it beyond yourself.

I don't remember exactly what I said but I had a calmness come over me as I shared with my church with him and how I have been able to learn more about the Savior through restored truth. I couldn't tell if he was interested. I only know that he was listening and that I felt so good saying it. He very graciously accepted the picture, telling me they had been wanting to have one up in their home. And with a smile, he was gone.

I was on a cloud. Rejuvinated, full of joy.I wanted to just find someone else to tell, that minute.

I know that we need to share the Gospel because people in the world so desperately need it. But I also know that we need to share the gospel because WE so desperately need it. I needed to have that lift ,that increase of testimony, that thrill-that only comes when we share our witness and testimony with others. I feel like I haven't had that for a little while. It was a miracle to feel... that feeling that you have possibly opened the door, even just a smidge, for one of the Lord's children.

"To be part of that miracle, you must not wait until you feel closer to Heavenly Father or until you are sure that you have been purified through the Atonement of Jesus Christ. Pray for the chance to encounter people who sense there could be something better in their lives. Pray to know what you should do to help them. Your prayers will be answered. You will meet people prepared by the Lord. You will find yourself feeling and saying things beyond your past experience. And then in time you will feel yourself drawing closer to your Heavenly Father, and you will feel the cleansing and the forgiveness the Savior promises His faithful witnesses. And you will feel His approval, knowing you have done what He asked of you, because He loves you and trusts you." (Henry B. Eyring, “A Child and a Disciple,” Liahona, May 2003, 29–32)

Share the JOY!

2008-02-01T22:49:00.000-06:00

I had a tender experience this week in sharing the gospel and then today -My little brother Seth (Seffy) was called to serve in the Jacksonville Florida Mission!

As I had the opportunity to testify, and as I think of all that awaits my soldier of a brother, I am reminded of how sweet the promptings are that lead us to share the Gospel. A Miracle.

“One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.” George Herbert.

2008-01-31T22:41:00.000-06:00

One of the greatest gifts that Father in Heaven has given to me, is MY EXEMPLARY FATHER. Losing his own father in a tragic plane crash at just 10 years old, he has lived most of his life, fatherless. Perhaps that is why he has been so determined and so dedicated in his role as a father. The influence that this man has had on my life is incalculable. As he celebrates another year of living, I celebrate him.

Not always the most popular (and usually avoiding it)... Not always given the time or attention he deserves...Not always fitting in or being understood, This man Has Always Been on the Lord's side. And in a world where "virtually every major social pathology has been linked to fatherlessness"(The Politics of Fatherhood,By Stephen Baskerville, Howard University) he has been a true anchor. I can't imagine how my life would be with out him.

It can honestly be said of him that;

"He is the protector, the defender, and the kindly source of discipline... the father who should lead, unify, and solidify the family unit by accepting the priesthood of God and responding to the calls and privileges associated with priesthood authority. His relationship with God and His Son, Jesus Christ, is one of the beacons which will lead his sons and daughters through the stormy shoals of life." (Dad, Are You Awake?Elder F. Melvin HammondOf the Seventy

I know that having such a gift of a father makes me no more qualified or favored of God...but it definitely makes me more in need of Gratitude. A good father, such an influential miracle.

Happy Birthday Dad. I love you.

My Kind of Media: A Tribute to President Hinckley

2008-01-30T20:52:00.001-06:00

(Pause music on black box at right hand side)

I have needed this recently. With all the headlines that make it to the media, it sure is wonderful to see something so momentous being covered so personally on such valuable air time. This is one of those moments where we witness the good influence of the media .

Too see this amid some current political chaos, was a little miracle for me today.

Our Voice

2008-01-29T21:26:00.000-06:00

There are some things that I can sit the fence on, that I really don't care about either way. Who I want to be the next President of the United States is not one of those things. So far I have chosen to be fairly conservative in my opinion on this blog, as to not offend anyone, but to rather encourage everyone to find their own voice, issues and subsequent candidate to support. And because I feel so passionately about our obligation and responsibility in this choice I welcome any informed differences and enjoy hearing what my friends and family feel and think. I often feel bothered by the media and political analysts that try to make up our minds for us, but feel confident that you and I can do our part to sort through the rubble and see the whole picture.

"1 WE believe that governments were instituted of God for the benefit of man; and that he holds men accountable for their acts in relation to them, both in making laws and administering them, for the good and safety of society.
2 We believe that no government can exist in peace, except such laws are framed and held inviolate as will secure to each individual the free exercise of conscience, the right and control of property, and the protection of life.
3 We believe that all governments necessarily require civil officers and magistrates to enforce the laws of the same; and that such as will administer the law in equity and justice should be sought for and upheld by the VOICE OF THE PEOPLE..." Doctrine and Covenants 134:1-3

So here is my voice: How can so many people be falling for the fronts. To me, I hear and see so much that seems fake, for votes, for jokes, for gaining on the other candidates, that I wonder how people can not see past it. I am disappointed in any personal attacks on anyone and wish that the issues could always be forefront. I do not trust all I hear or see as I know much of it can be edited by liberal media crews on their own agenda. I am a full Mitt Romeny supporter and feel confident in what I have learned about his record, capabilities, word, and vision for our future. I was disappointed tonight at coming in second in Florida, especially because I know how much the momentum of the media will carry the candidates into super Tuesday. I am also disappointed in the fact that Huckabee is staying in the race, in my opinion with the motivation of becoming the Vice Presidential candidate with McCain, of course spliting the conservative evangelical voters with Romney - putting McCain at an advantage. But I still feel great hope that Romney will be able to reach people as I have been reached. I anticipate hearing the voice of the people and hope that others are making their decisions based on their own research and feelings.

And more of my voice: How is the system fair? I live in the United States where we believe that "all men are created equal" and each has a voice that should be heard, and yet we have primaries that emphasize party rules, early states and delegate numbers. Where each individual person's vote only goes into a delegate pool that can either be split or winner takes all, as chosen by the "party". How does that make each individual voice equal? How can the nominee be decided before I even get the chance to vote in my state of Texas? How can the democrats of Florida have their voices go unheard simply because their "delegates" decided to move their primary date up...so their vote doesn't count because of the poor judgment of their leaders? Am I the only one that finds this method pre-historic and in desperate need of refinement in order to meet the standards of our Constitutional Rights? The closest thing I can compare it to is the BCS. There are too many people involved and used to it just being the way "it has always been done" to think outside the box and challenge it.

To me that has been one of the greatest miracles we have been given in our lives, Our Voice. Our chance to not only have the agency to choose but to have that choice heard. That is what our country's freedom is based on. The voice and belief of the people and their rights to choose as they will. And quite frankly, it is our God given responsibility to have a voice and share it. (Especially those of you whose voices can be heard on Feb. 5th)

"Prinky Hinky"

2008-01-28T22:56:00.000-06:00

A few hours before we heard the news, we were watching Special Witnesses of Christ, and when President Hinckley spoke, Addy (with her usual enthusiasm for him) blurted out "Prinky Hincky, I like him. You like him too Momma?" I replied that yes, I liked him very much.

She went to sleep and in her prayers offered her usual thanks for "Our Prophet, Prinky Hinky".

So after I heard the news of his passing I had to wake her up and tell her. I went into her room and she seemed like she had already been awake. I hope I can always remember the tender encounter that followed.

"Hi Mom"

"Hi Sweets...I came in to tell you something that's a little sad but good. Our Prophet..."

"Prinky Hinky?!" she interrupted, sitting up, smiling. I almost broke down sobbing at her obvious affection for him.

"Yes, our President Hinckley. He went to live with Jesus now. He died and won't be around us anymore."

"Oh." She said without much emotion, (I wondered if she was or could understand it).

I went to get the picture of him on her bookshelf and held it out in front of her. I said a few more things, trying to think of how I might explain death to this precious 2 year old, and wanting so badly for her to understand what a big event this was....

then she took the picture from me and holding it in her arms, lovingly gazing at him said,

"We miss you Prinky Hinky" and leaned down to kiss his picture.

It felt like heaven. I was so filled with the joy of the spirit watching her and feeling her closeness to the spirit. Somehow, in her way, she got it.

I spent several hours listening to KSL radio and looking up talks of his on the Internet. Trying to remember moments of personal revelation and inspiration I had from the voice of our Prophet. I had my ipod and BYU tv on all day, playing President Hinckley's talks, as I worked through out the house. There were moments where I would just start crying, thinking of the influence he has had on my life. Sweet Addy would just look up at me and say

"You sad mom? You miss Prinky Hinky?" Coming immediately to wrap her arms around my knees.

She brings me such hope in the future. I had been sad thinking that she would not get to know the Prophet as I have. Then, as I looked down at her, hugging my legs, I had such reassurance that Father is mindful of her tender spirit. That he will sustain for her, (and I) a new Prophet. For this time. For our next days ahead. And my heart sings and shouts in gratitude for the goodness of our God and his obvious love for us, in giving us a Prophet.

Sometimes it is overwhelming, how good the Lord has been to me. Here, I have had this wonderful man, my Prophet, who I just seem to expect will always be around, and now he is gone. As we met Spencer for lunch, and sat together sharing memories of President Hinckley, I looked around at all the people around us. How many of them missed out on this Prophet, their Prophet. They didn't even know he was here. How blessed I have been to have his example. How blessed to even have a Prophet. How much more I need to share this great news with others. The doors of Revelation are open again! I feel like I am so unworthy at times to have been given such an easy way.
...and so it is with increased determination, that I pledge more of myself to following his example, to living the way of Jesus Christ.

Thank you President Hinckley. Thank you for putting the Lord and His Kingdom before your personal agenda. Thank you for the prayers, talks, and plans you had made on my behalf. Thank you for showing us what it means to be "anxiously engaged in a good cause." You have wasted and worn out your life in the service of God and no doubt are going to continue to do so. Thank you for staying here, a few years longer without your sweetheart. We will miss you "Prinky Hinky" but we will never forget you and your testimony. And we Carry ON!!

My Prophet, Gordon B. Hinckley

2008-01-27T21:52:00.001-06:00

(Pause/silence the music on the right hand corner)

There are no words but Thank You. What a gift from Father, to have you. Our leader, example, Prophet and friend. I hope to always remember your light, humor, vigor,strength, and testimony. May we all review and recommit to the Gospel which you have so valiantly lived, loved, taught, and rejoiced in. Enjoy being with your sweets, Marjorie. You have left us with much to do. Your life, a miracle.

MODESTY:You Are My Ms. America

2008-01-26T21:20:00.000-06:00

I am very troubled right now. Let me explain...

A few nights ago I caught some of the show Miss America Reality Check and did what I always do, looked for Miss Utah. Not only am I anxious to see who is representing a state that I love, I am always hoping she is going to be a representative of modesty as well. I was not disappointed when I saw Jill Stevens, a Soldier in the National Guard, who seemed unchanged by the pageantry, comparisons, and decorations of such a parade of women. She kept it real and stuck with her standards. She wore sleeves, was quirky, waved with two hands, did push ups, and refused to change herself and image just to please the judges. She was exactly what I would hope for Miss Utah and Miss America.

So the actual pageant "scholarship program" begins and I DVR the event for the sole purpose of seeing Miss Utah and hoping she might win. At the very beginning they select their 15 finalists and she is not one of them. Disappointed, we decide to turn off the show until the MC yells out "wait wait...we're doing things different this year" and then proceeds to tells us that their is one more contestant that has been selected because of the voting online.

Yep, you got it. She's back. Miss, -I'm so excited that other people in America appreciate her- Utah!

Here's where I begin to get frustrated. The first "competition" for these 16 ladies is the swimsuit competition. Don't get me started on this one. Not only do they need to just get rid of this excuse of a round, but to put it as the first eliminator? Basically saying, "this matters more than your talent, question answering abilities, and even how good you look in a gown (what's with the gown competition anyway, really). But here's the best part, the MC introduces it by saying
"Of course today we know the swimsuits are here, but they're just one part of the competition that's meant to highlight the importance of health and fitness"

Oh...Okay, now that makes sense. I thought it was just a tradition to check out cute girls in hardly any clothing, but if it has deeper meaning and significance...

Just not buyin it. Shouldn't their actually be a physical fitness competition then, like who can lift more weights, run longer, I don't know, something more centered on physical fitness and health instead of physical appearance.

I could hardly watch, I'm so embarrassed by the whole thing, but I fast forwarded until I saw her. Wait for it...YES!!! YOU GO MISS UTAH!! A one piece! Of course the only one wearing a one piece bathing suit, very much making a statement, that I knew from previous record, (including last year when Miss Utah was eliminated and later told "she must've been trying to hide something" by needing to wear a one piece)this is not really looked well upon. And although her lip was quivering and she didn't flaunt around like the others, I had high hopes.

To no avail. Her name was called and she was eliminated. I totally expected it though. The exact same things as last year with Miss Utah. The one girl, in the one piece. Not enough.

But in defeat this awesome gal, dropped to the floor with some of the other remaining contenders, and began doing push ups. Needless to say, she definitely had the best push ups. She got up smiling, so classy. Waved big, hugged and high fived the remaining contestants, and made me proud. But, I understand... the girl who has run a total of 12 marathons, including the first ever held in Afghanistan, earned the highest fitness award during Army basic training, was chosen as one of four “Women of Strength” featured in “Muscle and Fitness Hers” magazine- didn't cut it in the competition to "highlight fitness and health".

Can we call for a re vote? I mean the title is "Miss America". As in our Miss. America's Miss. Yours and mine, not just eight celebrity judges choice. Shouldn't we have some say in it? I wish. (For your info the actual winner, Miss Michigan, Kirsten Haglund, -who is probably deserving in other ways, happens to be the contestant who won the lifestyle and fitness competition.)

So tonight, amid my frustration, I give a shout out to MODESTY! To the women of sleeves everywhere! For the choices you make every day to be different. To decide that your unique bodies and features remain most beautiful to the world when they are respected by clothing (or for our husbands..wink wink). That what you give and how you live, truly show YOU off. That your outward display need not distract from the goodness of your soul. Here's to all the Jill Stevens. You are my Ms's America. And what a miracle your modesty is... in a world so desperately needing it. Carry on!

Maintaining Integrity

2008-01-24T23:26:00.000-06:00

I have had a lot of thoughts and questions about Integrity brought on by the Media's coverage of the Presidential campaign. I've questioned candidates and taken time to look inwared. Am I maintaining my Integrity?

"Integrity means always doing what is right, regardless of the immediate consequences. It means being righteous from the very depth of our soul, not only in our actions but, more importantly, in our thoughts and in our hearts. Personal integrity implies such trustworthiness that we are incapable of being false to a trust or covenant.

We all have within us the ability to know what is right and good. Having received the Spirit of Christ to know good from evil, we should always choose the good. We need not be misled, even though fraud, deception, deceit, and duplicity often seem to be acceptable in our world. Lying, stealing, and cheating are commonplace[You Can say that again]. Integrity, a firm adherence to the highest moral and ethical standards, is essential to the life of a true Latter-day Saint.
The rewards of integrity are immeasurable. One is the indescribable inner peace and serenity that come from knowing we are doing what is right; another is an absence of the guilt and anxiety that accompany sin."
Joseph B. Wirthlin, “Priceless Integrity”

To be continued...

Singing in the Car!

2008-01-23T22:52:00.000-06:00

Every family outing or vacation included much singing in the car. And let me tell you, we got into it! We worked out our harmonies, rumbling around in our over sized van, rolling down the windows to invite others to enjoy. Often we would already have made it home from some event only to see Dad drive by our house and around our neighborhood, not wanting it to end. We'd rock out any tune- from "Danny Boy" to "Under the Boardwalk", Hymns, Oldies, Broadway and Barbershop. We'd free style our own numbers and make up new verses and versions to familiar songs. But the Classic, from the top of the lungs, deep in the diaphragm, high in the falsetto, Super Fortissimo and (getting Dad really worked up): "The Star Spangled Banner". What cherished memories.

So today when I was driving around my own little crew (along with our little cousin Tyler) We started rocking out to the songs on the radio, then I turned it off and let them just freestyle. They each got to take turns singing whatever they wanted and then we would all join in. I could not stop smiling. My heart was happy. Just listening to them and sensing the joy they were feeling from singing. That's a miracle to me, those feelings. Those moments when you feel bursting, carefree, full of life, confident and excited. Singing in the Car just does that for me.

We pulled up to the house...and then drove by. One more song, around the block.

Beef Stew,"No Hablo Ingles" & Grandma's Couches

2008-01-21T19:22:00.000-06:00

Beef Stew. Love it. Haven't had it in a long time and the cold (ish) weather nearly beggs for it. "please...stay inside today.Cozy up, Enjoy the fog. Chop up some good old fashioned veggies, throw in some meat, and slow cook it up...you know you want to". Oh' I have a fetish with chopping and with slow cooking. Mr. Crockpot certainly makes my top 100 inventors list (and that's saying something) And The beef stew did not disappoint. Not only do you feel healthy eating it with all the fresh ingredients, but it actually can take you places. For me, I was back at the family barn dance in Herriman, UT. Freezing cold, just back from the hay ride, filling up with its warmth. PS-i've found instant potatoes to be a great thickener instead of flour.
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I was sitting in my family room, taking in the scene, feeling so happy and comfortable, loving and being grateful for My Grandma's couches! I've loved them ever since I was a young girl, hanging upside down on them, watching BYU football on them, having family programs on them, sleeping over (and waking up stuck to the leather) on them. They are so smushy, comfy, huge. And even in there old (When did she buy these? Early 80's? We recently found a pair of keys that had been lodged in the base for who knows how long- NY key chain on it...anyone?), well worn, low to the floor (people complain about not being able to get out), structurally insecure state, I am absolutely thrilled that I get to have them in our home. I don't think I could have more perfect couches, and definitely not any other couches that could carry such memories for me. I think I might be one of few people who can say my couches inspire me. Thank you Grandma.
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Anyone who has talked with me within the las few weeks knows that I am a little obsessed with the Presidential Campaign and consider myself my own Political Analyst (and a good one too). Along with this I have taken in some strong feelings about Illegal Immigration. I do not wish to offend anyone with my opinion or experiences.
I had several experiences in Utah where I felt concerned at the use of our tax dollars particularly as I would see US Citizen having to pay thousands of dollars of hospital charges (including myself) and people not legally in this country (or at least without proof of it) being able to walk away with no charge. Something just felt very unjust about that. And now, In San Antonio I have had other incidents, one in particular, where I was basically told (in broken English) that I was not eligible for a city tax funded program (which I contribute hundreds of dollars to monthly) because I had a Social Security card.
I have heard countless stories of people who have loved ones, including spouses, waiting to get everything cleared so that they can come into our country legally. I feel strong stirrings to act somehow. That somethings needs to change. Not because I want something for myself, but because I believe all people can benefit from self-reliance, including this Country. Independence is true freedom.

Having said that, let me share another experience. We have had to have some work done on our home covered under our home owners warranty. On Monday we had a big day planned for house repairs. The first person showed up at 10:00am. I answered the doorbell.
"ummm..."
a hispanic little guy mummbled nervously, seeming intimidated, showing me his tools and pointing inside.
"no hablo ingles".
I actually anticipated this since nearly every person that has come for home repairs tells me the same thing. Of the 9 laborers that came to our home, only 1 spoke English. I wondered if any of them were illegal immigrants. Then I wondered about their lives, their families, wives, children, home life. I just looked at them and felt what I do, everytime I really look at someone~compassion. I felt such love and concern for them. I wanted to cry.They seemed so helpless and humble. So respectful and kind. So cute pretending to understand my humor.
Working on our little problems in our home. I felt like telling them not to worry about the work, to relax, to come enjoy a cup of beef stew. This is me, Ms. "Kick the free loaders out of our country" saying this. The truth is, I firmly believe something needs to be done so that people do not get rewarded (free healthcare, schooling, housing. Estimated at over 10 billion dollars a year- just at the federal gov. level) for coming to this country illegally (Children are ALWAYS an exception). The borders need to be secured, employer guidelines and penalties set, people that are here illegally given the same chance as everyone else who wants to be legal, permanent resident, or citizen (meaning they need to go back home and we need to clean up and possibly simplify this application process). But when it comes down to it, when I see the people, I couldn't be the one to deny them of it. Me, with my brand new house, BORN Into this great land of the free with all it's possibilities. What a miracle. With all that I have. I couldn't enforce it. I guess I'm not suited for the Presidency after all. :)

Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Last Speech

2008-01-21T14:54:00.001-06:00

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered this speech in support of the striking sanitation workers at Mason Temple in Memphis, TN on April 3, 1968. I feel his concluding remarks were in support of a higher cause, sharing his premonition that his mortal journey was soon to end. I find them powerful and triumphant, especially considering that he gave them — the day before he was assassinated.

Can you even imagine what life must've been like for him on this day. Knowing full well the threats against his mission, family, and own life. Could he possibly have known the full extent of his influence or the impact that his words, leadership, and "dream" had on the American people and the World.

Although you were imperfect, I salute you Dr.King, and consider all that you have done for the cause of FREEDOM a great miracle.

To turn off the music go to music player on the right side of my blog and click on the pause button in the left hand corner.

Staying the Course

2008-01-20T22:02:00.000-06:00

Sometimes the hardest part in receiving answers to our prayers is actually just remembering the answers we were given. It takes much determination and faith to follow through while the cunnings of Satan wish to distract us into forgetting the revelation we had received. I am so grateful for this counsel and warning.

"With any major decision there are cautions and considerations to make, but once there has been illumination, beware the temptation to retreat from a good thing. If it was right when you prayed about it and trusted it and lived for it, it is right now. Don’t give up when the pressure mounts. Certainly don’t give in to that being who is bent on the destruction of your happiness. Face your doubts. Master your fears. 'Cast not away therefore your confidence.' Stay the course and see the beauty of life unfold for you."

“Cast Not Away Therefore Your Confidence”
By Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

What a comforting miracle, to know that not only does the Lord hear us and answer our prayers, but that through the subsequent testing, we can simply rely on the original answer. This has really proven to be vital information and great reassurance for me. It seems we can so easily doubt ourselves, we let worry and fear creep into our thoughts or we wonder if we might have misunderstood the Lord or misinterpreted his response.

If He told you it was right then, it is still right now. And if you have forgotten, why, The Holy Ghost can bring all things to your remembrance.

In my most important of decisions I have seen the "beauty of life unfold" for me as I have trusted in the Lord and his responses by simply staying the course.

Allergic to Texas

2008-01-19T22:45:00.000-06:00

OK... so not Texas, but the Texas Cedar that has come out in full bloom the last few weeks. I used to think those people who sneezed all the time, with itchy eyes, nasaly sounding voice- with "allergies" were just weirdos. Well 3 weeks ago I earned the title. It always takes getting sick to realize how lucky you are when you are healthy. I have never really been grateful that I didn't have allergies. Now I look back on those over 9,500 days of my allergy free life as a little miracle.

So today I am grateful that I don't have any other of the millions of illnesses that could so easily be life altering for me and my family...but that I am in great health with a simple seasonal irritant. So, Here's to you Cedar. I'll take you anyday.

Floss

2008-01-18T22:42:00.000-06:00

So there was a time in my life that I didn't know the benefits of flossing, so I didn't do it the recommended (at least) once a day. I am proud to admit that now (and for a few years now) I do (most days). I was just laughing while flossing today. The whole ordeal was funny to me...mouth opened wide, wrapping it around the fingers for a good grip, the stretch for the back teeth, looking at myself in the mirror, the glancing if anything had been caught by it. Life really can just be funny, can't it? Like those nights you realize how silly an every day word is, or say your name repeatedly in your head because it sounds so weird. I have those kind of moments regularly, and I love 'em. Floss laughing moments we'll call them. We need a few now and again to keep us simple and alleviate stress.

This event was even funnier because I recently helped a friend try and remove one of those unwanted skin tag/moles by tying floss around it. I think everyone would've laughed at that site. They asked me after several minutes trying to get the perfect squeeze if I thought it would really work. I replied "it would take a miracle, good luck stormin the castle!"

I'm interested to hear the outcome.

See, it' kind of a miracle, floss. Multipurpose-ful! Something to be grateful for!

I hope that you not only flossed tonight, but that you enjoyed it.

I'm off to an early bed time. Gotta get good rest for the Young Women's B-ball game in the morning (which I co- coach) but that's a whole different post topic.

Amazing Memories, Regardless of the Photos

2008-01-17T00:56:00.000-06:00

Who doesn't love to look at their wedding pictures? Anyone? While the day was absolutely perfect and nothing could ever compare to the feelings and sacred covenants, I'll be honest, I actually sometimes look back on the pics and wish that maybe someone who wasn't floating on the adrenaline of starting a new forever, could've given me some advice,like...: "maybe you should try wearing some makeup besides mascara and sweat" or..."you don't have to wear the tiara if you don't want to, just because it was included" or..."why don't you just wear your hair down like normal, instead of trying to do some crazy updo at the last minute" etc...
Okay, those thoughts have come occasionally but flee quickly. All I do is think about the day and a memory will come to mind. Then the picture completely changes to me. Like when I think of sitting on the floor of the hotel room only minutes before I had to leave for the temple...my Mom and Sister pretending to know what I was requesting for my hair (I didn't even know what I wanted) twisting, flipping, bobby pinning here and there as I looked in the mirror, thinking of what I was about to do, wondering,anxious to see him, dreaming, loving...I can see my sister's face wanting so desperately for me to be pleased with my hair, wanting me to feel wonderful, so unselfish, serving...and my mom, walking on sunshine herself (I think she was the first one to fall in love with my husband) looking so proudly at me, and by her look, making me feel stunningly beautiful...

I realized my hair couldn't have been prettier.

Not even having the best celebrity stylist could've made me feel any prettier.

As I got to finally scan in some pictures of our wedding the other day, I was reliving it all. The anticipation, tender feelings, the excitement, spirit, intense joy, Wow. I was amazed that by looking at pictures and closing my eyes, I could visit that sweet day for a few moments. I am so grateful for memories. That the spirit can "bring all things to [our] rememberance". That we can live, remembering the past and looking forward to the future.

What a Miracle, our MEMORY

I don't want my life to be a collage of good pictures anyway. I think sometimes we interrupt or alter our living by trying so hard to get the "best shot".
And to those of you who look at your wedding pictures and actually feel like you looked your absolute best, well...
you did!
Next time let me know if you want to borrow a tiara though. :)

PS- I am not looking for compliments on these photos. Just wanting to share a visual so you can feel included in the memory.

THANK YOU MICHIGAN!

2008-01-15T20:29:00.000-06:00

I could just kiss you Michigan. Thank you for voting!
Mitt Romneywill win Michigan primary, CNN projects
Delegate Total
54

"No candidate should become the spokesman for his faith. For if he becomes president he will need the prayers of the people of all faiths".
-- Mitt Romney in a December 6, 2007, speech on faith

As silly as it may seem, my miracle for the day:

Michigan.
You made my week.

My first Miracle

2008-01-14T00:12:00.000-06:00

I could never thank all the people who have touched my life. I am so grateful that Father doesn't just ask us to come to this earth and fend for ourselves, but rather share with, learn from and depend on each other. Isn't that the true beauty of friendship, love and families?
Today I was thinking of a widowed sister I met a few years ago who shared with me her dealing with the loss of her lifelong sweetheart. She seemed like an angel to me as she shared her sweet memories and testified of the reality of a reunion with her love. She made an impression on my spirit that I still have today. All of us have had many experiences like these, where another individual has helped change us, make us better than we could've been in our own world. And as I start the adventure of listing some of my daily miracles I begin with YOU, the people who have crossed my path. I couldn't have done this life (or the next) without you! It is a miracle not only what you have done for me in my life, but what we all can do, daily for eachother. I consider myself lucky to be on earth with such amazing people, one of Heaven's greatest gifts.

"It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship,... All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no 'ordinary' people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations -- these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit -- immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously -- no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption."
--C. S. Lewis, From The Weight of Glory.

My Miracle today, YOU

They're full, hurry!

2008-01-13T22:10:00.000-06:00

Does anyone else feel extremely accomplished after their children have eaten a balanced meal? I don't know what it is, but I just have these little celebrations in my head
"yes, we did it. I made the food, they ate it, they are healthy for today."
And sometimes, especially with Morzy, I see it almost as a car needing refueling, only instead of how many miles we have left on a tank, it's how many hours we have.
"Great, she's good and full, now that means I have a good 3 hours before We need refueling".
I was laughing at myself the other day when I realized how simple of a thing it is and yet how big of a deal it is in my every days. In fact I laughed when Spence got home and my report on the day started with something like this:
"So we woke up and all had baths today. We had scrambled eggs for breakfast then Addy had chicken nuggets and grapes for lunch..."
Seriously?!! Welcome home dear from the real world, into our lives of simplicity where mealtime rivals the mayhem of the business world! I bet he was just dying to know that! Yet, it makes me feel proud to report. Like I am getting my job done. Husband, the children are fed! Aren't you glad you married me. :) Oh' what simple joys are to be had in Mothering.

Isn't it about Time?!

2008-01-07T23:18:00.000-06:00

We've had an exciting roller-coaster ride of a time these past two weeks and I've loved the ride! (not to mention the real roller coasters rides I got to actually go on! Our past 4 trips to amusement parks I have been pregnant.) Here's some of our ride the past two weeks together...

Spencer was called and began teaching early morning (6:00 AM) Seminary (can I just say this thrills me! He is made to teach! He understand so wonderfully the relationship between the teacher and student with the spirit. Truly, all are edififed and rejoice together!) We've had both our vehicles broken down and fixed (well mostly), We've danced in the kitchen, We've all had our own different sicknesses come and go (and come back again)- We've realized more our distance from our families (not being able to be with them for the Holiday's) and feel greater appreciation for them, We've sang to ourselves and others,We've tried to have game nights with friends- before the children meltdown time, We've dipped in and marveled at the ocean, We've played with play dough, We've bought and returned a toilet, We've read some good books-debatable actually (Twilight, Rough Stone Rolling and many with Adelaide spanning Suess, Discovery, Disney)We've stayed up way too late, We've gotten and paid a parking ticket, We've duck duck goosed, We've completely rearranged our upstairs rooms, We've colored, We've plunged out toilets (repeatedly),We've taken a few day trips, We've laughed and laughed, We've had a unknowing stranger accidentally steal our car keys leaving us stranded, We've prayed together, We've run out of milk and eggs, We've had some serious reflection and questioning that led to strengthened testimony, We've gone to concerts,We've eaten out twice (and once didn't tip- don't ask),We've broken and fixed our disposal, We've followed the campaign trail through its wars and "rumors" of wars , We've overeaten, We've Finished sorting our filing cabinets, We've watched some great football, We've decided to be true Defenders of our Faith at all costs! ..and through all the diaper changes, a "still in the freezer" turkey, and what seemed to be a never -could- stay- on- top- of- pile of dishes..these past two weeks have been some of the best of my life! I have loved being able to spend time with my dearest ones...and to the world (or possible endless void out there) I want to shout that I have never been more in love with my children and my sweet husband. And I really really mean that. We have become even better friends these past two weeks together. I am so thankful Father gave me them to have a chance at forever with. I can't imagine being able to have all that Time together, but welcome the promise. And especially to my love, Spencer... Thanks for choosing me.

..and it's back to work he goes.

Our Christmas Week

2007-12-28T08:00:00.000-06:00

What a blast to have Daddy home with us this week! We loved being together, seeing Santa at the mall, watching Mora makes efforts at crawling, last minute shopping,late night wrapping/organizing- toy assembling, seeing the neighborhood Christmas decorating winners, Spencer trying to finish his book (he's been on the last chapter for what seems like weeks),watching all the motab Christmas concerts past (including our favorite with Bryn Terfel several times- I would put it on repeat throughout the day just to enjoy the music), Christmas Eve candle dinner (ham, funeral potatoes),teaching our girls why we have a birthday celebration for Jesus, Reading about His birth and life, Singing a duet in Church, Remembering Christmases past, tickling, laughing, watching Elmo's Christmas Movie, Taking Polar Express rides around the kitchen, Singing Addy to sleep with Christmas songs, Eating lots of chocolate, Picking up Spencer after his car broke down, finally getting our cars to the shop, Talking with Family on the phone, Reflecting, having Sally, Brad and Tyler over in their pajama's for Christmas brunch (creamed eggs on toast, breakfast casserole, hot chocolate, fruit, and more)reenacting the nativity,Going to Fredricksburg and down town to see the Riverwalk lights, Feeling closer to each other and our Savior. Indeed it was a Merry Christmas!

I am a Mormon!

2007-12-21T23:45:00.000-06:00

And by that I mean I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Just when I was feeling like that statement was beginning to get respect or at least tolerance from most, strange stewings of controversy arise in the political and therefore national scene and it seems that, in some instances, we are back in the former days of persecution. I don't get personally offended by the ravings of self proclaimed mormon bashing scholars but rather personally empowered in my own testimony with greater enthusiasm to speak out. While I know this is just a small way of doing that, I'd like to spend the next few minutes, unedited, to throw some randomness out from my mind and heart so that I can more organize my impressions and ask for yours. A few thoughts...

First of all
Mitt Romney.
(wow, I've gone and done it now, inviting politics onto my blog..but you wouldn't really get a true picture of me if I pretended I wasn't involved and totally interested in the scenes of campaigning. And quite honestly, I feel we are not doing our duty to our country and therefore ourselves if we aren't. We can not depend on others info to base an opinion on who most qualifies to govern this free world. We need to research, listen and watch- to be actively involved) OK, I'll just get it out there, he is my favorite. And that is not coming from some ignorant,go with the crowd Mormon, who just wants to see him do well because he is "one of us". In fact I have been more impressed by some other candidates on certain issues, but overall: the problems he puts focus on, his honesty, willingness to change, the trust I feel in his abilities to manage,prioritize and organize, similar ideals and principles,- matches what I am looking for in a commander and chief. In saying this, I do not wish to convince any other person that he is the man for them, but rather put influence on the fact that it is crucial that we not only decide what issues matter most to us but who can most effectively take on the challenge of them. As always my opinion is subject to change as I become more informed. I do not wish to defend Mitt Romney, but regardless of anyone's political opinions, his running for President has opened the door for reviews and rebuttal's of the LDS church and we have the opportunity to defend THAT! I get excited to think of helping others understand the restored Gospel because I know it will increase my own understanding.

Onto my next thought...
It is not all roses but that doesn't change the truth.

One day on my mission I was run off a doorstep by what seemed to be a ranting crazy man, yelling out "you murderers! Your people are murderers! You kill innocent people!" He continued to describe details of a mormon massacre which I assumed he was making up or misinformed about because I wasn't familiar with. I was shocked when I found out it was true and embarrassed at how I must've responded to him. I couldn't believe I had never heard anything (that I remembered at least) about the Mountain Meadows Massacre.

Another example: While discussing some church history with a friend (who was brought up in the church) she paused to say "wait, Joseph Smith had more than one wife too?"
I couldn't believe she didn't know that and yet why should she know any differently? Many of the church manuals (including the new one of Joseph Smith's teachings) mention nothing of this or any other of the controversial history of the early church. Do I think they should? No, at least not most of the time. Sometimes I wish they would though, even though I know it is better that they don't. I was so pleased with the article in the September Ensign that shared the accounts of the Mountain Meadows Massacre- the first detailed account shared with the entire church. I'd just love to hear one of the Apostles share some of their personal thoughts and understanding on the churches history with plural marriage, but why should they? We have far too much truth and light to share that it seems a waste of time to spend our precious teaching moments reviewing incomplete records of the past or principles that are no longer needful at this time... not to mention all the mistakes members of the church have made. Yet we can not ignore the past while others not of our faith are informed. So how do we prepare for their questioning then, like the one I experienced on my mission? I am no sure exactly, but I do think we have to do our own research, with the spirit. Joseph himself would not have received many revelations with out first having stirrings and questions of the soul. We can't be afraid of thorns and let imperfections of man startle our Faith in God and His church. A thorough study of the early church history and the life of our prophet Joseph could leave the tender dependent testimony questioning. For the past few months I have read some (and discussed more) of "Joseph Smith-Rough Stone Rolling" by Richard Bushman. For me, I enjoy knowing that Joseph was a man- called to be a prophet, but very much a mortal with struggles and weaknesses. It gives me more hope and faith to know that Father can take a humble man and make him into someone who can be used for such a marvelous work. While Joseph may have been one of the most Christlike men to live, he is not our Savior. He has done more for the world to know the Savior than any other man yet it should not be expected that he made no mistakes simply because of his calling.

I wish we weren't so afraid of showing and sharing weaknesses. So often I feel we go through our lives surrounded- in stores, homes, congregations and classrooms with hungry souls, questioning, struggling and even unbelieving, yet we feel we can't share with each other. That somehow we are not faithful or good if we have a questions or don't understand something. That we need to be perceived as perfect. There is so much more we could do for each other. Is it pride? One of my favorite testimonies was from a couple who shared humbly that although they firmly believed in Christ they were struggling with some specific parts of their testimonies but trying to receive answers through the spirit. If we all had perfect testimonies on every principle of the gospel it seems our test and learning on earth may as well be over...but since we're all still here, apparently we could use a bit more. :)

Well, I had no agenda in writing this. Just a lot on my mind. If you are still reading this, I hope you might take a moment to share some of your thoughts, agreeable or not, on this blog or your own.

I am imperfect, yet striving to know Christ better.
I AM A MORMON and couldn't be happier!

"When the world falls in love..."

2007-12-16T00:37:00.000-06:00

So thoroughly enjoying this time of year at our house!

I've learned that it's not so much what your reality actually is but what you believe your reality is. In my "reality" I have a beautiful, elegant, warm fireplace with a majestic chimney to enjoy for the season.

Welcome to Texas!

2007-12-15T09:43:00.000-06:00

So, a few weeks ago, after I had frantically raced to get the garbage out as I heard the garbage men coming, I returned to my dishwashing station to look down at my side to find this creature. I really cringe looking him alive, reliving it, eewww!...needless to say, this was the last shot of him in the flesh. Of course it's a him. I wouldn't be scared like that over a girl. I think all cockroaches must be males. I give my apologies for sharing him with you and hope you don't start constantly scanning your floors for the next few weeks like I did. I am happy to report that there have been no further sitings and that I have come to the conclusion (due to it's size, antenna's, and convenient arrival upon leaving my doors open-)that this was an outside roach(and if you know differently please don't tell me). Since I usually go on and on about how much I love my life and everything is nearly perfect, I thought you might enjoy hearing about something not so ideal.

Two years and yet it feels like Forever...it probably has been.

2007-12-03T00:36:00.000-06:00

My heart is so full. Right now I don't know whether to burst into tears or race upstairs to wake up my beautiful little girl and just hold her. You know those moments where you really feel heavenly feelings. Like something different than what a mere mortal can experience. A little reminder that this life is not the beginning or the end. For the past few days I have been reliving my precious daughters life through pictures and journals..contemplating the last 2 years that she has been on earth with us. Surely it has been longer than that! What a gift Father has given me. I feel so humbled to even think of it...I am her Mother.

One night of her life I am particularly grateful for. She was just a few weeks old. For some reason I awoke startled and looked over at her in her bassinet... she seemed to be holding her breath. I shook her and she immediately began taking deep breaths. I just held her and sobbed. What if I hadn't woken up? Had she stopped breathing? Thank you Father...Thank you. Even before this night I had been feeling so consumed by the fact that she could be taken from me that I couldn't sleep for fear of what I might awake to (In large part because of some experiences with SIDS and working in Labor and Delivery). I was exhausted as I lay awake looking at her. Watching her little breaths and crying...thinking of how I could not bear life without this new life that had instantly seemed a part of my very being. I begged, pleaded with Father that he protect her. I felt a compelling feeling that I had to turn her over to Him and trust Him. Not only that He would not let her go from me, but that even if He did, I must still trust Him.

I don't know how, but that night I did completely trust Him. Maybe it's because I was so grateful to have woken up. Maybe it's because I felt for a moment how fragile this life is and how soon one and each of us will leave it. But I knew that He was going to make sure life happened for me and my family when it was supposed to.

So that little gal just turned two a few days ago... and tonight I spent close to an hour- laying on her bed with her as she kept asking me to "sing one more song" "sing next song Momma". How could I resist. I would've sang all night to her if she wanted.

This is but an earlier heaven isn't it... and I don't want to miss one day with her.

I love you sweet Addy. Thanks for coming to our family. May we have many years ahead to enjoy and learn from you.

Thank you Father. Thank you.

What we've been up to...

2007-12-01T12:15:00.000-06:00

A splendid Thanksgiving and fun Daddy-Daughter Zoo trip date! This is the life...

2007-11-17T23:36:00.000-06:00

A few sweet moments...
The Concerned Sister:We are out to eat and the waitress thinks Mora is so cute she wants to hold her and walk with her around the restaurant. Addy looks at us so worried, serious and concerned "Mom, Dad, Mora...get Mora". She was upset the we let her be taken away. She is such a tender big sister.
The Sharer: Addy loves that she gets to share all her old things with Mora, yet sometimes likes to relive the baby days (as shown in her falling asleep in the baby bouncer).
The Scooter: So I left Kamorah for only a few minutes on the floor in our living room while I helped Addy go to the bathroom. I came back to find her in the kitchen. She can scoot a rooms length. Yep, just 4 months old..so strong! Now she backs up all around the rooms in our house. Always smiling...
The Self Time out: Spencer had gotten a little upset with Adelaide and sensing this she walked toward the laundry room, grabbing the door to close saying "ok dad, I go in timeout". Of course her Dad wouldn't let her give herself timeout, but instead had to hug her for her sweetness.

We have so much to learn.

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad

2007-11-17T23:04:00.000-06:00

My sweet exemplary parents celebrate 29 years together on their forever journey today. I wanted to let them know how much I not only love them but cherish the love they have for each other. A divinely matched couple. Together you are the perfect parent! Happy year to come!