Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
I really love this one.
I truly had the best week. I keep thinking about how much fun it was :) Thanks everyone!
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
A few are blurry- but still cute. He kept trying to smile.
Got to spend one day with mom there :)
Might be my favorite.
Also a top contender.
Ready for 1st bath. Soo handsome! (and mommy in the background:)
He's telling me I'm his favorite aunt really loudly. (actually his cry is very little and sweet).
The very cute family of 3!
Welcome sweet baby boy! Can't wait to see you (and all the rest of you) in 2 weeks!!!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The first one on the left is site #001 and it's for Mon-Wed (2 nights)
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
I learned how to love them, dear Mother, from you."
I have always really liked the primary song 'I Often Go Walking' because it reminds me of Mom. I still pretty small when Mom went through her Landscape/learn every plant in Latin phase. It was a little like having a mom who was also The Good Witch of the Garden, learning to cast spells to make things grow beautiful around her.
Today I spent my afternoon at a local nursery looking for perennials with good color mixes. I said the Latin names out loud as well as I could, casting poor attempts to give my summer a little more beauty to help balance the craziness of work.
I brought my flowers home and got too much sun as I mixed the dirt with my hands and put the fragile little guys into their friendly little pots.
I hope the spells work.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
I was thinking last night about how there are so many amazing Christmas songs there are and how it's not fair that there aren't as many great Easter Carols. Then it occurred to me that one of my favorites would work really well, with a few adjustments. I scribbled this out during sacrament today. If you try to sing it, you might have to play around with the timing a little, but I think it works.
O holy morn, one star still brightly shinning
When in the east the sun begins to rise.
Long lay the world in sin and error pinning,
But he laid down and heavens cried.
A thrill of hope, the weary world awakens
For this day is a new and glorious morn.
Stone rolled away. O, hear the angel’s voices,
Why seek ye him here?
He is not here for he is risen.
How dark the night before the lovely morning
How dark the day as the earth and heavens mourned
Brightly the sun shines on the empty tomb
Mary, she kneels and weeps, heartbroken.
A man stands by, she cannot see the wounds
“Where is he sir? You’ve ta'en my Lord away.”
“Mary” says he. She turns at last to face him.
“Rabboni, Lord.” Master is his holy name.
Truly he taught us to love one another.
His law is love and his gospel is peace.
Chains he did break, making everyone a brother.
And in his name all oppression will cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
With all our hearts we praise his holy name:
Christ, risen Lord. Then ever, ever praise we
His power and glory ever more proclaim.
His power or’ death ever more proclaim.
I love you all, and am very grateful for this day to remember the gift of the atonement which will bind us together forever as an eternal family. 'O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is they victory?'