Wednesday, May 25, 2016

For a Little While

I love the last day of school. I love to be FREE from a tight schedule, homework and alarm clocks. Today was my big kids last day of testing. Tomorrow is a half day filled with not much more than yearbook signing and goofing around. Brylee walked through the door today, threw down her back pack and jumped in the pool fully clothed. Kaden came home played the piano and took a nap. Branson ran off with friends. It was awesome to see the stress and worry melt of their shoulders.

At least for a little while.

My heart aches sometimes to see them leave the carefree time of childhood and enter the never ending time of responsibility and stress. But they are doing it all so well and I love walking beside them for the journey.

Welcome home guys! You made it!

Monday, May 16, 2016

Things are Different Now

So yesterday Kaden was my little cute baby...

And then I blinked and the boy went off to Prom...

Things are different now, he's big and handsome and growing up.  He took his cute friend Hailey and it was her first date ever. So sweet. My heart starts to beat all crazy when I let myself start to think about the sand in the hour glass, its running out. I am thankful for the time we have left and I am really enjoying all the fun (and funny) things about having 3 big kids doing big kid things. Kaden was cracking up when I told him that in my day (love saying that phrase to my kids) in my day we went to the dance, stood in a line, put some money in an envelope and then stood in front of a cheesy back drop and took one picture.

Things are different now...

And in a just a few more years as Kaden Boy heads off for his mission and college and grown up life, I'll have to say things are different now. And that thought strikes both immense joy and complete terror in my Mother heart.

Glad we still have a few more Prom nights and before then.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

My View

Scott and I share a double sided desk. This past school year I have been spending a few hours of the day "working". Basically I do a lot of secretary type work for our business and any odds and ends that Scott needs my help with. I also like to bring him meals all the way from the kitchen and kiss him whenever I feel like it. Perks of working for your husband in your own home.

Its taken some adjustment for me since I am not used to being "employed" but we work well together and I love to lighten his load however I can. Besides I like to look over and see him working away. The view is quit nice.

I just love the inspired design of marriage. Husband and wife working together for the good of the family. And I sure love sharing those responsibilities with Scott.

I love this so much... If only every man in the whole world would live by this...
By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families. The Family: A Proclamation to the World. 

Thursday, May 12, 2016


Mothers' Day was a little hard for me this year. Too many emotions floating around and little challenges that crowded the spaces of my heart. But I was able to attend my parents ward to hear my Dad speak in church and I love to hear my Dad speak, he has a gift for teaching the gospel and I love to benefit from his talent. After that meeting I met my brother at my parents house so that we could give my Mom a special gift that my brothers had been working on for some time.

My Grandpa grew up on the White Mountain Apache Indian reservation in northern Arizona. His family had a small ranch there, with corals and a saddle shed. I can remember playing there when I was a little girl, we would have a picnic and dig around for Indian pottery and then drive away back up the dirt road. 66 years ago my Grandpa carved his brand 7G, his Dad's brand a lazy 8 and my favorite part, his initials and my grandma's GW + JW--into the side boards of the saddle shed. This picture of my handsome Grandpa was probably taken by or near the saddle shed.

6 months ago my brother went out to the ranch and pulled the boards off the saddle shed and had them made into a frame. When it was done my brother emailed me a picture of it....I sat down and cried.

It turned out so beautifully. I feel such a connection to my Grandparents. My Grandma was a lady and my Grandpa a cowboy, they were humble, faithful and hardworking. They were never rich but they were steady and good and would give you the shirt off their backs. They are a lot like this frame, they endured through sunlight and rain for all of their lives and have left behind a legacy of faith and hardwork.

I love them and I love the gospel of Jesus Christ that binds families together forever.

Friday, May 6, 2016

To The Untrained Eye

To the untrained eye this probably looks like a little girl holding a spelling test. But to my eye and my heart it looks like a small miracle. Ella has to work really hard (I have to work really hard with her) to get high grades on test and assignments. When I see this picture my eyes remember the tears of past failures, the hours of practice, the bribes, the encouragement, the silly gimmicks to help her remember, the games, songs and clapping to get sounds and syllables and phonograms and the prayers sent up, as she hops out of the car on test days, that all that work will stick.

And sometimes it does...

The victory is always sweeter when the fight was hard won.

Way to go Ellamazing!

Thursday, May 5, 2016

That I May Live

This past month has been FULL. Full of Branson's volleyball games, Brylee and Kaden's (separate) track meets, work for Kaden, big changes in our ward and our callings, new and exciting things for Scott's business, lots of studying to get Ella caught up and plenty of love and care and day to day life.

I was nearly heart broken when I was called in to the Bishop's office two weeks ago and released from my job as Primary President. I wasn't ready. I have loved serving in Primary and I will miss it so much. Scott was called to be Scout Master which is a rewarding but HUGE job. We were also split from many dear friends who were put into a new ward. I love the Church and I love that it is growing and changing even when that growth sometimes comes with a bit of adjustment and even some stretching and pain.

These big (and hard- at least for me) changes came when Scott and I were already dealing with some other difficult challenges. But the tender mercies have come rolling in one after the other like waves onto the dry sand.

And this I know--when you are striving and trying and working to be close to Jesus Christ. When you are praying to God and thanking Him for all you have, you will have an increased ability to SEE the GOOD in your life. You will recognize blessings in the smallest details of the day and you will feel more and more grateful. Its His gift to you in trials and challenges and in ordinary life. Its called tender mercies in the scriptures and it is divine and beautiful.

The Heavenly gift of tender mercies is what makes seeing my little girls sitting together on the bench under the Red Push, after dinner feel like a burst of joy.

Its what makes, catching a smile from your spot way up in the bleachers, feel like a gold metal.

Its what makes the morning mess feel like a gift.

And its what makes a million other ordinary things turn into the breath of life--giving you enough energy and happiness and peace to go at it all again the next day.

Let thy tender mercies come unto me, that I may live
Psalms 119:77