Monday, September 11, 2017

September

 Happy Birthday dear Reagan!  11 years old!!!
 Eden let me braid her hair!  AND  Eden has enough hair to braid!
 Pumpkin season is approaching!



 The the museum with Camille, Brooks and Colette.







 Brooks, Reagan, Aubryn, Colette, and Hailey


 Celebrating Reagan's birthday with Henry and Cordon.  They went to a waterslide park.


 Very first french braid in Eden's hair!
 How we grocery shop.
 Lunch with my two littlest cuties.  "I'm done!  Now I get a cookie." Eden shouted when she finished.

 Zoom in and that says that if your name is Jesus, then come in for a free rose!  I was hoping I might see him go in.
 My morning side kick.
 First day of kindergarten!
 Headed to school.
 He was the first one there and looked back at me as I left.  So sweet.  He has complained about not getting treats or "caught being good" cards.  Or that other kids are the special mystery studen and not him.  I think he'll come around.  He sure was smiling when I picked him up and he had birthday treats.



Monday, September 4, 2017

What is MY Legacy?



I parked the cart full of cleaning supplies, rags, and clean towels and sheets outside the door and I walked into the hotel room.  It was dark.  Not just because the curtains were shut, but also the feeling.  I began my cleaning routine and the feeling only got worse.  I saw men’s business clothes and items that clued me to the fact that he was a man traveling for business on this weekday.  I made the bed and tidied up.  There was alcohol and pornography.  The room had an awful smell.  I hurried.  I wanted to leave the space.  I had never met this guy, but I learned a lot about him just from cleaning up after him.  He left behind a clear picture of who he was.


I moved on to another room that same day and discovered a completely different environment.  While I could tell that this was another man away on business, the feeling in the room was much brighter.  I don’t even remember if the curtain was open.  On the table was a picture of a young family.  There was not much else to notice.  There were no messes, or smells.  The feeling in the room was in stark contrast to the earlier room I had cleaned.  This man also told me who he was without ever meeting him.  He also exposed who he was without me ever knowing him.


What will people know of me after I leave?  When my time is done on earth what impression will I leave? Will they know what I believed?  Will they know what I stood for?  Will they know how I treated people?  Will they know who I loved?  Will they be better for it?


When I was a little girl, I loved to play at my friend, Hillary’s, house.  I ran there one day to play and really needed to go to the bathroom.  I had learned from my mom not to place my hand between my legs when I needed to go.  She told me that everyone knew I needed to use the bathroom when I did that!  That was news to me!  So, as I approached my friends house, I needed to figure out how to hold it without my hand.  I decided to twist my legs as tightly together as I could.  I rang the doorbell.  Hillary’s mom answered.  
“Can Hillary play?”  I asked with a little bit of urgency.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” she asked me.
How did she know!!!?  I hadn’t said anything!  How did she know I needed to go to the bathroom?!
That was a huge learning moment for me.  I know it seems silly. I also learned around that time that looking at people without actually turning my head to look at them, meant nothing as far as them not knowing I was looking at them.  I had thought that if I kept my head facing forward, but turned my eyeballs to look at someone then they wouldn’t know I was watching them.  The day that lady waved at me from the other church pew totally threw me off!


People can know things about you without you ever even saying it with words!


I have been thinking and pondering about people who walked through this life before me. Founding fathers of this country, pioneers, scripture figures, family, etc. They were not walking around in history any more than I am.  They lived in their present.  It was their life!  Did they know I would know their name?  Did they know I would read about them?  Did they know I would learn about what they believed?  Did they know I might walk where they walked? Did they know they would leave an impression on me?  Did they know they would make a DIFFERENCE? Did they know they would motivate me to be better, by their good or bad?  Did they know I would be grateful for them or disappointed?  Did they know?  Did they know?  


Do I know?  Who will know my name?  Why?  What am I leaving behind?  What can be said about me?

When Brad was 3 or 4 years old we were walking through the cemetery where Isaac, his brother, was buried.  As we walked over and around each headstone, Brad would ask, “Who is this person?”  He wanted to know who they were and about them.  He knew a truth at a young age that most never fully understand, that each of those markers was a life. A name. A person.  Someone who had stories.  A person who had loved ones.  A person who left their own legacy.  They existed!  And now it is my turn.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

First Week of School!

 Eden actually slept on me and I loved it.  Those times are few.  My kids are growing.

 At a yard sale, James asked, "Can we buy this?"  Yikes!  NO!
 Picking peaches at the church peach orchard.  All seven kids worked hard picking peaches. Well, except Eden.  She got bumped in the head by a basket and cried about it for most the time we were there.  She finally quit fussing and wanting me to hold her when Wesley started itching bad.  So, we left.  As we checked out they said, "Thank you so much for your service."
"We didn't do much." I replied.
"You did more than some."  he said back.  I guess.











 How many licks?  around 1700.  This was an assignment for ap statistics class.  I asked him how much longer his assignment was going to take.  It was really annoying. ha ha.  lick lick lick lick.... tally tally tally tally. ha ha
 Brian reading to Eden early in the morning.
 Cameron, Matthew, Brock, and Reagan got their Arrow of light.  I love these boys!!  I was their wolf leader, then bear leader, then Cubmaster.  I was just released a few weeks ago.  I loved the calling and will miss it.  Now on to Young Women's!
 Reagan walking across the bridge to Jeff Bolingbroke, his new scout leader.






 I am SO PROUD of Aubryn for trying out for the softball team.  It was hard!  7th, 8th, and 9th graders all on the same team.  This has been a big and challenging week for Aubryn as she began Jr. High.
 afternoon nap.
 Eden!
 We went to Wesley's kindergarten assessment.  Fun!  He begins school this week.  He is hesitant, but I think once he gets going he will enjoy it and love the friends.
 Wesley (Kindergarten) and James (1st grade)
 Brad (12th, a SENIOR!  What?!)
 Aubryn (7th grade!!)
 Wesley (k), James (1), Rylan (4), Reagan (5).
 Brian, ready to give back to school father's blessings.  I guess the socks were too much trouble to change. ha ha!
 Reading (making up words) the Ensign.

Back packs loaded and ready!
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"I can't step in ants.  These are new shoes." Wesley.
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"I have something in my bum. Panties!" Eden.
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One day when we were getting into the van and Brad was buckling Eden.  James, out of no where, says he wants me to have another baby.  I tell him that I am done having babies.  He says, "Well... you can try."
"Ok, I'll try." I said laughing and Brad rolled his eyes.
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We fed the elders this week and they were the most interesting set of elders ever.  EVER!  A few highlights.  Sneaking.  We found out one likes to sneak.  A LOT.  He's good at it. He brags about it.  Actually, maybe he isn't that good at it, but he thinks he is. Their pranks were wayyyyyyy beyond ok, but they just thought the other elders couldn't take a joke.  It was totally excessive.  And they don't mind telling the other that they are not each other's favorite.  That is the edited version.  We ended the night with me yelling to get out of the van.  I didn't want them giving my kids any more horrible ideas.