France was calling and Lexy and Ellis have answered the call! They applied for an internship for the summer in France and found out last week that they were accepted in the program. They will be going to Paris in June. Not a bad place to spend a honeymoon. They won't know their specific assignment until they get the official placement in the organization they will be working with. This summer with all the things that are happening in our family we are going to have some awesome posts! Keep the pictures coming! Congratulations Lexy and Ellis.
It is not just the end of the journey that counts. It's also the journey. It's how we get there. It's who we are becoming along the way and the good we are doing today.
Monday, January 17, 2022
La France Vous Appelle!
Friday, January 14, 2022
Happy Birthday Owen!
24 Years Old
Count not the candles...
see the light they give.
Count not the years...
but the life you live.
Thursday, January 13, 2022
Thursday, January 6, 2022
They're Back!!
The birds are starting to find their way back to some warmer temperatures and I love that I live close to this pond where the egrets like to congregate. I used my new phone to get some pictures and wanted to share them with all of you. For all of our northern friends--thank you! Don't worry they will be back. If you click on the individual pictures you will be able to see the birds better.
Tuesday, January 4, 2022
Monday, January 3, 2022
Saturday, January 1, 2022
Just a Thought
I have been listening to an audio book about President Eyring and the last chapter of the book was about
his wife. She has dementia now and as I listened to his thoughts about her it was bittersweet. Before her illness she often spoke along with him at conferences and at other occasions. I loved a particular story she shared in a talk she gave. Sister Eyring told the experience of a mother who had hired a babysitter to come and watch her children because she had a meeting to attend in the evening. She told the babysitter that each night before the children went to bed she would read them several stories and then sing them a song before she turned off the light. When she returned home that evening the babysitter told her that she didn't need to read to the kids because she just put them to bed and told them to go to sleep as she turned off the light. She chastised the mother that she was doing way to much each evening and just needed to do what the babysitter had done. Without reply she thought to herself, "I don't want to put them to sleep, I want to love them to sleep." This story also brought back some sweet memories I had of Grandpa. He was always the reader and I still remember listening to him read to each of you when you were little. I know you loved having him read but in all actuality he loved reading to you even more. Often when we traveled together later in life and before we had a CD player in the car he would read a book to me when I was driving to pass the time. In my experience of being around each of your families I have seen that picture play out as well. It is a sweet reminder of what is truly important.
his wife. She has dementia now and as I listened to his thoughts about her it was bittersweet. Before her illness she often spoke along with him at conferences and at other occasions. I loved a particular story she shared in a talk she gave. Sister Eyring told the experience of a mother who had hired a babysitter to come and watch her children because she had a meeting to attend in the evening. She told the babysitter that each night before the children went to bed she would read them several stories and then sing them a song before she turned off the light. When she returned home that evening the babysitter told her that she didn't need to read to the kids because she just put them to bed and told them to go to sleep as she turned off the light. She chastised the mother that she was doing way to much each evening and just needed to do what the babysitter had done. Without reply she thought to herself, "I don't want to put them to sleep, I want to love them to sleep." This story also brought back some sweet memories I had of Grandpa. He was always the reader and I still remember listening to him read to each of you when you were little. I know you loved having him read but in all actuality he loved reading to you even more. Often when we traveled together later in life and before we had a CD player in the car he would read a book to me when I was driving to pass the time. In my experience of being around each of your families I have seen that picture play out as well. It is a sweet reminder of what is truly important.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)