We felt a bit sorry though, for all these elk who lost their antlers! At the park in Jackson there were four of these arches (one on each corner of the park).
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Escaping the Heat!!
We felt a bit sorry though, for all these elk who lost their antlers! At the park in Jackson there were four of these arches (one on each corner of the park).
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Marriage Advice From 9 Year Olds.
My engaged daughter asked her third grade school class for marriage advice. This is what they told her:
Don’t get divorced, have fun living with each other, and don’t ever get in a fight. Just be nice. –A. (Wouldn't it be great if everyone did that!)
Hug and kiss but make sure he likes you first. –T. (It is always good to be sure your husband likes you before you kiss him.)
Love each other, respect each other, and never give up on him. –T.
Never yell at each other or be rude to each other. –R.
Get speakers to get [your husband's] attention. –M. (Now, why didn't I ever think of that?)
Eat lots of cows. –M. (????)
Stick together and give gifts to each other. –K.
Have 28 kids and eat lots of cookies. –J. (I'm all over that cookie idea, but 28 kids???)
Get a 19 layer cake for the reception. –H.
Don’t let [your husband] go out with his friends a lot. – J.
Keep believing in him- And never stop loving him. –J. (Love that one!)
Kiss, have a good time, have kids. –L.
You should kiss [your husband] with lipstick and you should kiss him before you say I do. –J. (I am thinking bright red lipstick is best)
Never fight, play with him, and take each other to a restaurant. –M.
Be nice, eat lots of ice cream, and play Frisbee. –E. (Sounds like a recipe for success to me!)
Be nice and have fun. –M.
Always go to BYU games. –H.
Get 3 children, go on dates often, and go to Chuck-a-Rama. –J.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
In the "Life is Good" category . . .
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Only Nine Weeks To Go!!
Friday, May 6, 2011
If I could go back in time to do one thing over . . .
While visiting with friends recently someone asked the question, “If you could go back in time and do one thing differently, what would it be?”
My answer was that I would be more patient with my children when they were tiny instead of getting upset over little things. And that is true. I really do wish I had been as patient then as I am now, as I think it would have saved us all some grief.
But the truth is, given the chance, there is something else I would do.
I would be nice to Marta.
Marta was a little 8-year-old girl with a congenital heart defect from Nicaragua, who came to live with us while awaiting heart surgery.
And she drove me crazy.
I was 12 at the time and found her very irritating. She would follow me around during the day, would often get into my things, and at dinner time would hurry and sit in my seat. I was convinced her bothersome behavior was intentionally planned to bug me.
So I tried to avoid her, got after her for playing with my things and even gave her a dirty look under the table before family prayer when once again she stole my seat.
But after she went into the hospital, I began to feel bad for the way I treated her. I realized she was young and far from home in a country where she didn’t even speak the language. She had to be very lonely and also very scared.
I decided that when she came back to stay with us during her recovery, I would be the friend I should have been in the beginning.
But I never got the chance to apologize. I never got the chance to make her feel welcome.
Marta died on the operating table.
I think it would be hard for anyone to imagine the guilt I carried with me for many years after that. I thought often of the little lonely girl, so far away from her family, so afraid and treated so unkindly.
So if I could go back in time to do something differently than I did before, I would be nice to Marta. At least then, during her last week on earth, she would have had a friend.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
So Much Fun in Just A Few Weeks!!
The next day we all loaded into the little Corolla and journeyed over the Rockies through the snow and ice to Utah to attend the graduation service for Kristen! Good job Dave on the driving!! (Camille's husband) I only white knuckled it a few times.
Following Kristen's graduation, we went to lunch at a little Chilean restaurant in Provo. The food was so good and fresh. I ordered a mango drink and then got to watch them peel the mangoes!! Yumm!
Easter Sunday was spent at my sister's house where we had a wonderful dinner (and got to Ohhh and Ahhhh over Kristen's diamond ring!). Thank you Melissa and Joe for that delicious meal.
Also in Utah I was able to go to dinner with my two older sisters and their husbands (which was a great time!) and have an Easter egg hunt with my two younger sisters and their children.
Pineapple bowling with coconuts
A spear throw and Maori stick dance. And then . . . The sister missionaries taught everyone the Hula and the Haka!!
I am still cleaning up the mess in my kitchen from the cooking. But I had a lot of fun that night.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Just another one of life's blessings. . .
Last week my daughter told me she was going to the school dance recital to support a friend of hers who was dancing in it. I remembered that one of my Sunday School girls was also in the recital, along with her younger sister who had been in my seminary class, so I asked my daughter if she would mind if I went with her. She told me she would love to have me go--and not just because she knew I would pay the $5 entrance fee. :-)
I appreciated that. I knew that when I was a junior in high school I would have preferred death over attending a school activity with my mom. I mean I love my mother but going to school with her did not register at all on the "cool scale".
But my daughter and I went together and she even sat next to me instead of with her two very good boy friends who sat in front of us. And I wondered a bit if she were just a little uncomfortable with having her mother there with her.
Then I looked around. Also in the room was our ward Young Women's president who came to support the girls. And across the room sat their seminary teacher. I realized that my daughter probably didn't care I was there at all. She was used to having supportive adults at school activities!
My heart swelled with love. Not just for my daughter, nor just for the girls I came to support, but also for their wonderful leaders who gave up their busy time to be there as well.
And I thought of the words, "their hearts were knit together in love".
How grateful I am for a daughter who doesn't mind going to school with her mother. And how thankful I am for church callings that give us the opportunity to serve each other and thereby come to love and support each other.