February 12, 2011

February 12, 2011
As our house burned, I could actually hear our memories

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I think I'm over the "weirdness" of my son being engaged. He's getting an incredibly dedicated, loyal, sweet girl and he should consider himself the luckiest guy on earth which he does. My daughter is NOT engaged or anywhere near it any more thank heavens.
Right now, my baby girl (7) is sleeping and the rest of the brood is upstairs having a gospel discuss with their father; How did it all begin? Who is Heavenly Father's father? Who is the "main God" that started it all? I love hearing my husband carefully teach my children the gospel. Nothing draws me to him more than when I see him honor his priesthood especially with my children.
Football was over a few weeks ago and I was suppose to start back up with my writing group. But, I've had meetings with my church calling to attend the last couple of Wednesdays and one more this Wednesday. It's going to be really weird to go back after such a long sabbatical and I'm so far behind. While the rest of my writing buddies have made major progress and growth on their talent, I've probably lost some of mine. I'm just going to blow the dust off my poor forgotten story and begin again. Poor Crystal and Megan. Abandoned by their mother and father and by the one being who loves them most....their creator.