Tuesday, August 1, 2017

35 Years...and Still Going Strong

Saturday was our 35th wedding anniversary.
I adore Del - and I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm kind of okay too.
We spent the day busy - first thing in the morning, we went to the church to take our turn helping to clean - then we did some grocery shopping before coming home and doing laundry while watching the 2006 BYU/Utah football game re-run.  The we went to the temple, to Red Lobster for dinner, and then ended the night with Del watching 'Catching Fire' Hunger games on the couch with his mom, and I was in our bedroom watching a shark show with Jordan and Lexi on my king sized bed.
And our sweet life goes another wonderful year.

Friday, July 28, 2017

My Nightly Cocktail


All this; just to live another day.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

2 Month Old Princess

Look at her!!  She's growing so fast - laughs, smiles, coo's and eats constantly.  I love holding her..she's a real snuggler.
And she still looks just like her older brother..but with a bow.
Love you baby Evie!!

Emerson in July

Playing Rummikube with Papa and Grandma Shirley.  Pretty sure he was winning.

Beach fun with daddy.

Making mud pies.

The Bishop catching a quick nap after church.

Helping Papa find something before the workday starts.

Armadillo Hunters ..EM: We're gunna get 'em now Papa!

Humble Pie is NOT Made of Chocolate

And I'm getting a pretty big slice of that pie today.
I have a nephew and niece that, for a few years, I was very very close with.  Then our family moved out here to Aubrey, causing some distance between us and a few less opportunities to see them and have them over.  But mostly, my nephews wife was posting a few things on her face book page that I just felt uncomfortable with - and I was VERY judgmental as to what she was wearing, or NOT wearing - and I said and did things that were unkind, unCHristlike, and very judgmental on my part.  I finally deleted her as a friend on facebook, no longer wanting to see what she was posting.
And I hurt her.  Just recently, I reached out on a few occasions, asking her questions, wishing her a Happy Birthday etc...no replies...Then I finally asked her why she wouldn't friend me on face book.  She replied by asking why I had deleted her three times as my friend...and she called me on the carpet...literally called me to repentance and humbled me to the core.  I was embarrassed and mortified that I had been told I had treated her SO poorly and unkindly.  I felt such a hypocrite, such a bad representation of my family and my beliefs, and especially such a poor representative of my Savior.  I was so disappointed in myself.  And she won't be forgiving anytime in the near future.  I've really hurt both her and my nephew, something I regret terribly.
It will take time of true repentance on my part, and a softening of their hearts for forgiveness to come anytime soon.
I have to be a better person.. I AM judgmental - I AM opinionated and tend to not accept those who think or act differently than I do.  And I AM a hypocrite.  I feel so bad - so so bad.
Needless to say, I will no longer be that way.  Not at this cost. I was so unkind and I just can't do that .  EVER.
I'm deflated....just totally and completely deflated.
I must never act this way again.
I'm so sorry.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Making the Sabbath Day Holy

Del's Sunday's are exhausting.
As Bishop, he is in meetings starting as early as 6:00, and many Sunday's evenings, he doesn't get home until 9:00 or even 10:00 p.m.  But most Sunday's , he does manage to get home by usually 6:00 for dinner.
Today, he came home tired - and in pain- and I could see the weariness on his face.  But he joined us for a yummy dinner, then read Emerson some books, then made almond chocolate clusters with Emerson and then came in our room to take off his suit coat. As he walked towards the door to leave the room, I stopped him and asked him where he was going?  He had mentioned at the dinner the table that he was going to make it an early night tonight, so I expected him to start that process.
But no. Through his painful steps and aching movements,  his answer to me was , 'I'm going to go rub my mothers feet, then I will collect the eggs and then put the chickens in the coop.'
Yes, he's going to go massage his mothers feet.
Her Bishop.  My husband.  Her son.
God's angel.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Shoot Em' Up Cowboys!


You've go to love Saturday morning Westerns and cartoons that can capture the undivided attention of the three generations of men in this house.