tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40825033166463277612024-03-05T21:31:52.564-07:00Benjamin BloggingsLife is to be enjoyed, not just endured.
-Pres. Gordon B. HinckleyAnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-45376876637921299962016-09-23T17:49:00.000-06:002016-09-23T17:49:48.685-06:00Rainy Days My missionary son has been on my mind a lot this past week, and it was because of him that I decided to go out for my morning exercise even in the heavy rain. Running in the rain is Jared's favorite thing to do, so I braved the storm and endured the wet shoes for him.<br />
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Jared has always loved water. Playing in it, splashing in it, swimming in it, since he was a baby he has loved it. Give him a little bit of water and he could entertain himself forever. I remember being at a family reunion when the skies opened and we were all dashing for cover. Not Jared. He was not quite two and he would not come inside. He splashed in puddles and only came inside once he started to get chilled. Right after he turned 3, we went to Disneyland, and even though it was a cool spring day in Sunny California, he got "to-tal-lee" wet in what used to be called Cosmic Waves. (In both of these instances his well-prepared mother did not have a change of clothes for him. Oops!) He called himself Splashy Man in the tub, because splashing was his favorite thing. <br />
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As he got older his love of rain and splashing around in it didn't really change. He could often be found outside in the middle of a storm enjoying the rain. Even in high school one day we got a crazy thunder storm he was outside in it. When he came back in he was wetter than normal, and I asked him what he had done. He informed me that he had laid down in the gutter because there was so much water rushing through them. <br />
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As I was walking today with my umbrella, and trying to avoid the puddles that over an inch of rain had brought, I wondered if Jared would dodge the puddles or if he would still splash through them the way he used to. Will he still love the rain, and run in it (without an umbrella), or will the inhibitions and fears and practicality of being an adult spoil the simple pleasures in his life too? I remember a time in college, when a certain young man had asked me to go for a walk with him, but when he came to pick me up it started to downpour. We decided to go anyway, without umbrellas, and that just might have been the first time he held my hand. It is one of my favorite memories. Would we still do it today? Probably not...So for Jared this morning, the next puddle I came to I went right through the puddle. As I felt the cold water seep in between my toes and listened to the squishy sound that my foot made as I continued, I tried to remember how it felt to just let go and enjoy the rain. </div>
AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-68310400333122438042014-10-15T08:00:00.000-06:002014-10-15T08:00:03.822-06:0060 years!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is my parent's 60th anniversary! 60 years of marriage! In today's disposable, all about me world that seems almost impossible, but they have made it work all these years. Mom and Dad met at BYU. Dad and his roommates had a running bet about having a date every night while maintaining a B average. Dad's roommate was engaged to my Mom's roommate, and one night after Dad's date had fallen through, he asked Mom out so he wouldn't lose the bet. Although before the date they hadn't been too impressed with each other, after the date something clearly changed, because they were engaged two weeks later. After a 7 month engagement, they were married in the Idaho Falls Temple.<br />
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I know that not every marriage works out the way we hope it will, but I am grateful for their example of working things out, and never giving up on each other. I remember once when my parents had a fight, and I was afraid that they would get divorced. After they had worked things out they explained to me that, yes, they sometimes disagreed, but that didn't change the way they felt about each other. They told me that they had made promises to each other and to Heavenly Father and they were going to keep those promises. From them I learned that marriage is hard, but enjoyable, work. From them I learned that you have to continue to date, and care for one another. From them I learned that you always hold hands, and they still do by the way. From them I learned that putting the Lord first in your lives makes your marriage stronger. From them I learned to work, to value time spent together as a family, and to live the gospel. They were my prime gospel teachers. They became my best friends when we lived in Brazil for 3 years. They taught me that when a love of God permeates your home and your heart, peace prevails.<br />
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My parents are in their 80's now. With the passage of time, the inevitable aches and pains and other losses are apparent. They walk with slow and sometimes faltering steps, but I feel no cause to complain. My heart is full of gratitude, that I have been blessed to have them be a part of my life here for so many years. AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-91059635626524682482014-08-13T11:00:00.000-06:002014-08-13T11:00:00.812-06:00Get Happy!When you have a child get married, it makes you do a lot of reflecting. It is kind of fun to think about them through the years, how they have changed and how they have stayed the same. As I have been going through all of the hundreds of pictures from engagements, bridals and the wedding day, I couldn't help but smile as so many reflected her personality.<br />
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From almost birth, Ashley has had a passion and joy for life that was and is contagious. Sure she would cry and get upset like any child, but it was always short lived. Sometimes so short lived that in the process of throwing herself to the floor in anger, she'd be laughing before she could kick her feet and pound her fists. When you sang songs together, she would tell you most enthusiastically, "Good job, Mommy! Good job!" She could never keep a straight face, and always had a twinkle in her eye.<br />
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Now she is all grown up and married, and the years have perhaps mellowed her a little, but she still is quick to smile, and more often than not can be found dancing around the house about some new thing that she is excited about. I hope she always keeps that sparkle and spring in her step!</div>
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Here are some of my favorites that the photographer captured:</div>
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<br />AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-4823730720125406382014-08-12T10:21:00.001-06:002014-08-12T10:23:50.276-06:00Les Miserables<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I set a goal almost two years ago to read Les Mis, the unabridged version. I started the book with my usual excitement. Certainly a book with so much hype, and such a beautiful story, had to be the best book ever written right? Well promise me you won't hate me, but it was perhaps one of the most difficult books I have ever tried to get through, and I only finished it finally this year because I had set the goal and I was determined, if not slow, to accomplish it.<br />
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I am not sorry I read it. The overall story is beautiful and amazing. There are so many good take aways, and parts of the book are fascinating and compelling. I loved the character development, and I loved knowing the "rest of the story" that is skipped over and changed in the movie and play. Marius and Cosette is a beautiful and believable story in the book, Javert makes so much more sense, and you understand so much better how low Jean Val Jean was before being changed by the kindness of the Bishop. I felt like the ending in the book is much more satisfactory than how the play ends as well.<br />
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That is what I liked, what I didn't like is that Victor Hugo must love to hear himself talk or something. No one, or at least I didn't, wants to know or read his harangue about the sewers of France and the positive uses of human fertilization, or the lengthy discussion on dialects, or countless other things. I appreciate and even like some historical background that makes the story make sense and enables me to understand it's context, but I don't need page after page of philosophical opinion making.<br />
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So what is my overall take-I am glad I read it. Will I read it again? No.<br />
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In other news...This amazing and beautiful sister missionary will be home in exactly 4 weeks!<br />
4 WEEKS! Can't wait!AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-12994601305370623432014-08-06T22:02:00.000-06:002014-08-06T22:02:02.836-06:00Here we go again!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This happened today! Breanna got her learner's permit. Teaching kids to drive is not my favorite task, it's almost like potty training. However, I do love having them be able to drive themselves to all the million things they have to be to, so for the next 9 months I will be spending about 40 hours by her side gripping the door handle and using my imaginary brake. <br />
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This was only her second attempt at parking...pretty impressive! Breanna is so entertaining, I suspect teaching her to drive will never be dull. She was Sharpay in her school production of High School Musical 2, and in my humble, and completely prejudiced opinion, she stole the show. Just picture driving with this girl...<br />
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Wish me luck!AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-89009096729416334622014-06-26T22:00:00.000-06:002014-06-28T22:03:02.939-06:00The Big Day<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I haven't posted anything for quite awhile because life has been more than just a little bit crazy. So many things have been going on, but the biggest, of course was Ashley's wedding. Ashley went on her first date with Jim in November, they officially started dating in December, got engaged in March, and got married on the 12th of June. It all seems like a bit of a blur, but a really good blur. :) Funny thing is the first time I saw Jim, before they were officially dating or anything, I thought to myself that she was going to marry him. Then I told myself that I was being ridiculous because there was no way to know that and who knew if we would even like him. Turns out that we do like him, and love that he brings out the happy in Ashley.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The wedding dinner was the evening before the big day. It was great. We had it at the Farmington Community Center and Jim's Mom made a ton of salads and cakes, and they had smoked pork sandwiches too. It was really yummy and so nice to have it so close. There wasn't a huge program or anything. Jim's Dad said a few things, and everyone introduced themselves. Then Tony said a few things and read a letter to Ashley from Alexis. (The hardest part of all of this wedding stuff was not having Lexie here!) The letter definitely made us all cry. Heavenly Father cares about all of his children though, and he blessed Lexie to feel and be a part of what was going on in truly miraculous ways.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thursday morning Ashley was all ready by about 9am, and we didn't need to leave until 10am. She was bouncing all over the house for that last hour-full of nervous energy. The temple was a busy place when we got there. The Salt Lake Temple closed for most of the summer starting on the 23rd of June, so I think everyone was trying to get their weddings done before then. But the temple of course is a house of order, and they have a system that makes it all work out. Ashley decided to just wear her regular temple dress to be sealed, and she looked radiant. You would be proud of me though, I did not totally lose it in the temple, or all day for that matter. I got teary eyed here and there, but I think I held it together pretty well overall. :) I believe it was because I didn't feel sad at all. I felt happy and at peace. It was wonderful to be there with family and friends in the temple, I suspect it is kind of how the Celestial Kingdom will feel. It was 90 degrees when they came out of temple, of course it was the hottest day all week, and we had to wait a bit to get on the steps to take pictures. They looked so happy, glowing actually. It was a weird, wonderful and amazing thing to be a part of. After a few pictures we left to go help set up the reception.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">And that is where the fun began. For several days the forecast had 0% chance of rain, but then on Wednesday morning they added late afternoon, early evening thunder storms to the forecast, a bit of a problem when planning an outdoor reception. We were trying to decide if we should still do it outside or if we should move it to the church. We prayed about it, and Tony had given Ashley a blessing the week before that said the weather would cooperate. We felt peaceful about it, so we decided to go ahead with the outside plan. Julie, my sister, had worked like crazy to make her yard look fantastic, and we wanted to use it. They are even building a house right next door that was supposed to be started the 1st of June, but they had to postpone it so it was still the pretty grassy field. Anyway...we got there to put our stuff up, the banners, pictures and other little extras. The wind was pretty bad though, and we were a little worried about how all the pictures and centerpieces were going to hold up with the wind. It wasn't ideal, but we figured we would have to make it work. At 4:30 we left to go home and change for the pictures at 5. Well then there was the severe thunderstorm warning, you know the kind that they interrupt radio broadcasts for with all the beeping, yeah one of those. By the time we got back there at 5:15 it was raining. The door I made, had blown over and all the glass in the frames had broken. The Ash fell off, and broke. It kind of seemed like a catastrophe. There was quite a bit of family there by this point and Ashley's roommates and bridesmaids and some friends were there and everyone just went into immediate action pulling everything in the house. All the pictures, all the tablecloths anything that would get damaged in the rain. At this point I was a little frustrated and momentarily fearful I have to admit, but I pulled myself back together. You could tell with the wind and how quickly it blew in and with the clear skies beyond the storm, that it was going to blow over quickly. So we decided to have faith and make things work. All of Julie's neighbors put tablecloths in their dryers. They shook all the glass out of the frames for the door, and glued the Ash back together, and we glued it back on the door. After the rain stopped squeegees and towels were brought out to dry off the tables and chairs. The kids raked up the sticks that had blown on the yard through the crazy wind, and dry tablecloths were coming back from the neighbors. With every one's help in less than a half hour the whole thing was set back up when guests started coming at 6:30. Because of the rain we were a little slow getting pictures taken, so Ashley and Jim weren't with us in the line for the first little bit, but everyone understood that of course. After the storm it was calm and almost no wind. It was a beautiful evening and a lot of the people that came just stayed and enjoyed the beautiful yard and refreshments. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">So many miracles happened in that little amount of time. That everything was able to be taken in and then put back out in that short amount of time is amazing. It was like time stood still so we could get it set back up. Everyone pitched in and was helping it was the coolest thing to see. That door is solid wood, and it slammed to the ground on all those frames, but none of the frames broke, just the glass, so we just put it back together. Normally when a storm like that blows through, Julie's yard is usually covered with sticks and branches and leaves that takes them an hour or so to clean up. The younger kids were able to clean them all up in just a few minutes, and there were no sticks in areas that they have to clean up by hand. So many little things that made it so that not only could we pull it off, but it looked beautiful still. It was an experience that I won't forget. I felt so much gratitude for everyone just helping out like that. Overwhelming gratitude. Ashley was great through it all too. She was a little upset when the door blew over, but she decided to have faith in the Lord's promise. She was great. I guess you receive no witness until after the trial of your faith. It really was beautiful. It just looked and felt beautiful. So many people told us they were praying for us. The Lord was watching out for us, I have no doubt. The rest of the reception was perfect. No problems. The rain even cooled off the temps a little so it wasn't quite so hot. I guess the moral of the story is that the Lord doesn't stop the storms in our lives, but He always gets us through them. It was a joyful day! Now I just have to be patient and wait for grandkids. :)</span></span></div>
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AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-60633979118893984152014-02-16T16:42:00.001-07:002014-02-16T16:49:51.257-07:00Master, the Tempest Is Raging<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Friday night we went to the concert in the Assembly Hall. Why? Well, because Latter Day Voices from the Logan Institute was performing. Our daughter Ashley accompanies for the choir, and she was also doing a piano solo. The songs they performed were either new songs or arrangements that have been submitted to the church. There were some absolutely beautiful songs, that brought tears to my eyes, and this choir is amazing. Beautiful sounding, but they sing with so much spirit and power. What a wonderful experience it has been for Ashley to participate, but I digress. The piano solo that Ashley played was an arrangement of Master, the Tempest Is Raging. The arrangement was beautiful, and of course she did a magnificent job (and I am not too proud or anything), but I didn't think too much about it-until today.<br />
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As we talked about families today in church, I thought about the past year we have had. Times when I have felt like Satan was waging a full scale war on just our little family. Times when it felt like we might be losing the battle, that there was just too much for me to handle. That I couldn't be strong enough. Then I thought about all the blessings that we have received. I thought about how I was so worried, but through it all Heavenly Father was right there fighting with us and always will be. Then somehow the words to the song that Ashley played came into my mind...<br />
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<i>Master, the tempest is raging!</i></div>
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<i>The billows are tossing high!</i></div>
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<i>The sky is o'ershadowed with blackness.</i></div>
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<i>No shelter or help is nigh.</i></div>
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<i>Carest thou not that we perish?</i></div>
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<i>How canst thou lie asleep</i></div>
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<i>A grave in the angry deep?</i><br />
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<i>Master, with anguish of spirit</i></div>
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<i>I bow in my grief today.</i></div>
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<i>The depths of my sad heart are troubled.</i></div>
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<i>Oh, waken and save, I pray!</i></div>
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<i>Torrents of sin and of anguish</i></div>
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<i>Sweep o'er my sinking soul,</i></div>
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<i>And I perish! I perish! dear Master.</i></div>
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<i>Oh, hasten and take control!</i><br />
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Doesn't that just describe life? Sure we have momentary calm, but it seems that there are troubled waters all about us, threatening to overcome us. We might even cry out, I can't do this! I am sinking in this whirlpool of life! But then if we are listening we hear the calm reassurance of Peace, Be Still.</div>
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<i>The winds and the waves shall obey thy will:</i></div>
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<i>Peace, be still.</i></div>
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<i>Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea</i></div>
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<i>Or demons or men or whatever it be,</i></div>
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<i>No waters can swallow the ship where lies</i></div>
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<i>The Master of ocean and earth and skies.</i></div>
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<i>They all shall sweetly obey thy will:</i></div>
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<i>Peace, be still; peace, be still.</i></div>
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<i>They all shall sweetly obey thy will:</i></div>
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<i>Peace, peace, be still.</i><br />
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We aren't left to navigate these troubled waters alone. And if God be for us, who can be against us?<i> (Romans 8:31)</i> The Lord is in charge, and because of that, I can have and do have peace.</div>
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AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-85803106413384463632014-02-10T14:18:00.000-07:002014-02-10T14:18:34.463-07:00Taking a break<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tony has been working like crazy for the past year, trying to get his business up and running. He is constantly working from morning until sometimes late at night. It has been a stressful and challenging year. Add to all this stress the responsibilities of being a Bishop, and sometimes it seems that he just might spontaneously com bust or something. Not really, but there is a lot of weight that he carries on a daily basis. We try to do all we can supporting him and carrying what we can, but from time to time you just need a little break from the worrying. Sometimes you just need to get away. So...we did. We have been saving our frequent flyer miles for awhile, hoping maybe to pick up Alexis this fall. Being real though, there was no way we could go to Australia, for many reasons. So I suggested we take a little weekend get away to sunny California, since our time was limited and it is close. We were able to get a flight, hotel and rental car all with our miles, and who doesn't love a free vacation! We left Friday afternoon and returned Sunday evening. Of course it was too short, but we enjoyed every minute of the sunshine and warmth and a few days of carefree relaxation for Tony. Here is our weekend in pictures:<br />
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<br />AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-88240309015279564712014-01-08T20:12:00.001-07:002014-01-08T20:53:44.368-07:00Tony's Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just a little shout out to my husband. I met him for the first time a little over 24 years ago, and he just gets better with age! He has changed a lot through the years, his hair is thinner and gray, and he doesn't stand quite as tall as he used to, but honestly I like it that way. We have earned those gray hairs together. He loves me, he listens to me, and he makes me laugh. He knows how to enjoy life, and be a spiritual giant at the same time. He is strong when I am weak. He supports me and encourages me. He lets me drag him around to every "cool" thing I want to see on vacation. He respects my ability to receive guidance and direction for our family, even if it means dragging the whole family cross country. He's not perfect, but he is perfect for me. Happy Birthday, Tony!!AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-61339572198144712352013-11-24T14:46:00.002-07:002013-11-24T14:46:44.351-07:00Heavenly Father Has Got Your BackOn Thursday, as I went out to check the mail, there was a green envelope with crazy stickers all over it, and some of the most beautiful handwriting I have ever seen. It was a letter from Lexie! (Can I just say that I love Australia! The letter was postmarked on the 18th, and was in my hands on the 21st! Bless them for having such a great postal service!) Since she won't be here for Thanksgiving, she wanted to share with us why she was grateful. She then proceeded to tell each one of us why she was thankful for us. Of course I cried! But I also laughed because she is funny, and faithful and just all around amazing. <br />
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She said something in the letter though that just stood out to me. She told one of her siblings that she knew that Heavenly Father had her back. It is so true. He has all of our backs. Just in the past couple of weeks I have seen His hand so often in our lives. Answers to prayers, blessings, and even miracles. Many "significant, but subtle" blessings, that have lifted me or members of my family through hard times, or just brought the simple reassurance that He is mindful of us and will help us through anything that comes our way. Challenges are always around us, but I am so grateful to know who has my back. I have full confidence in Him.<br />
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<br />AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-85342788150877805112013-11-14T19:30:00.004-07:002013-11-14T19:30:53.157-07:00Thankful November<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I see so many who post pictures or comments of what they are thankful for every day in November. I think it is such a great idea, but let's get real- there is no way I would remember to do that every single day for a whole month. That does not mean that I am not grateful though. In fact quite the opposite is true. Just last night I was in tears at the immense feelings of gratitude that I had. Truth be told I was overwhelmed with gratitude. One of my favorite quotes from this past General Conference was from Elder Bednar. He said, " A grateful person is rich in contentment. An ungrateful person suffers in the poverty of endless discontentment." I have much to be grateful for, I could not possibly list them all, but here are some of the things that stand out right now.<br />
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<li>My missionary daughter. Hello, who is the parent here? I feel like I learn more from her each week in her letters than I have ever taught her. She is busy serving the Lord in Australia, but somehow she seems to know exactly what I or one of her siblings need to hear. She has been out 8 months already, and I am so grateful for this wonderful opportunity she has to serve, and for the immense blessings that service has brought to our family.</li>
<li>My 12 year old son. Last night that moment I experienced was because of him. The last home football game is Saturday, and he was supposed to go with his Dad. However we have a big church activity Friday and Saturday. We told him he could still go to the game if that was what he wanted to do. He said he would think about it. Well last night he told us he wanted to go the meeting on Saturday, where he has to wear a white shirt and tie! I was amazed! Who chooses a meeting over a football game? Once again the parent was taught by the child.</li>
<li>My 16 year old bottomless pit of hunger son. Last night he gave me a description of the varying degrees of hunger that he experiences. The list took several minutes to describe. He makes me laugh! I love his sense of humor, and his genuine goodness. Last night we were attempting to have a serious discussion about the 4th Article of Faith ( we decided as a family to memorize and study the doctrine of the Articles of Faith thanks to Elder Perry) and I asked what we needed to do to repent? He immediately responded, "Sin." I suppose some people might find that offensive, but I have had a rough few days, and I just laughed. I am grateful that he always tries to lighten my load, and helps me not take myself too seriously. </li>
<li>Beautiful Breanna. She is so kind and compassionate. I love her sense of style, I love her obsession with One Direction. I love that she is continuing the "hott man wall" that her sister Lexie started. I love that she too can always make me laugh with her antics. I love that she helps me be more enthusiastic about life.</li>
<li>My oldest and wise daughter. Last week she had her recital preview. Stressful thing-you have to pass or you can't do your recital and then have to wait another semester. She passed!!! So grateful. The recital is three weeks away. Can't believe I almost have a college graduate. I love that she fights through really hard things with faith and determination, and is willing to accept the Lord's will for her. </li>
<li>My husband. I have had lots of opportunities recently to analyze our relationship. And you know what I found out? I am one blessed lady. I feel so grateful that we have 100% agreement on the things that matter in life and how we want to live the gospel. We have disagreements, yes we have even fought, but we agree on the things that matter. I appreciate his love and support, his patience to listen to me even when I am being irrational. </li>
<li> General Conference. After having read through all the talks now, I feel so blessed from the lessons I have learned. It's like one of those gifts that just keeps on giving.</li>
<li>Crunchy leaves! I will go out of my way to walk through leaves right now. We have several trees in our neighborhood that drop crimson and gold leaves all from the same tree. They look so beautiful in piles on the sidewalk. </li>
<li>Music. Isn't it amazing how music can convey a message that you just needed to hear. I love that it can lift my spirits quicker than just about anything. I was listening to this song the other day, it was exactly what I needed to hear. You should listen to it. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoXoOq2aej8" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoXoOq2aej8</a></li>
<li>All my kids know all their grandparents. 3 of my 4 grandparents died before I was 5 years old. My Grandpa Twitchell actually died before I was born. I know I will get to know them later, and I look forward to that, but I am so grateful that my children have had the opportunity in this life to have their lives blessed by close association to their grandparents. So grateful!</li>
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I could go on and on (ok, so I probably already have...), but I just have to mention my gratitude for the Savior. Not a day goes by that I don't rely on the Atonement and it's enabling power either for repentance or for strength to do what I could not do alone. I am grateful that through the Atonement we can change every day to become more like Him. So for this, and so many other things, I am grateful.<br />
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AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-26542288365306816062013-10-01T12:08:00.000-06:002013-10-01T12:11:27.675-06:00Twelve Today!When Grant get's excited about something, he can't stop talking. He has been going non stop the last couple of days! Here's a look back at Grant through the years...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When we told the kids that I was pregnant with Grant, Jared was so excited to have a baby brother. We didn't know at that point if it was a boy or a girl. I said, "What if it is another sister?" Jared looked me in the eye and said, "NO!" They have always gotten along even with the age gap, although Jared is not big on snuggling anymore. :)</td></tr>
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<br />AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-28617651677019740772013-09-29T15:18:00.000-06:002013-09-29T21:46:06.630-06:00Hooray for Fall<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I say this every fall, but I really do love it. I love the nip in the air, I love the smell, I love that our power bills finally become bearable again. I love a good, cloudy day with a few sprinkles, that in Utah are almost always followed by days with skies of piercing blue. Life is full of challenges, stress and uncertainty, but the wonder of fall with it changing leaves and temperatures help to keep me grounded. (Just like spring does after a looonnngg winter) Just like Pres. Uchtdorf said, there are seasons in all of our lives, some are good, some not so much, but always there is the promise of something better even in the darkest and longest of seasons.<br />
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I loved the Relief Society broadcast. I was reminded of things I need to do to be a better covenant keeper. I loved Pres. Monson's message. We weren't sent here to walk alone, and God's love is ALWAYS available to us. In this crazy world of constant change, how wonderful to have a loving Heavenly Father and Savior to be a constant in our lives, to help us through all seasons.<br />
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In other news-Grant is turning 12 on Tuesday! I listened to my very last primary talk today. He is so excited to go to Priesthood with his Dad on Saturday night. I suppose he does have some deacon-like behavior showing up, but nothing too serious. The other night he was in our room before going to bed. He was walking out of the room and said, "I love you, Mom." Tony was standing right by me, but he said nothing to him. Tony responded, "What am I? Chopped liver?" To which Grant responded, "Good night, Dad," with a huge grin on his face. Grant and I started to laugh, and as he walked out of the room he added, "Dad, I love you too."<br />
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Sunday Funny-a young boy in the primary shook Tony's hand today, and seemed to be very excited about it. Then Tony heard him tell a classmate in an animated voice, "I just shook the hand of ..wait was that the Bishop or the prophet?" <br />
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Can't wait for General Conference next weekend! Best two weekends of the year! (Interesting that they come in Spring and Fall...) AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-79227735749526587222013-09-18T15:10:00.002-06:002013-09-18T15:14:26.785-06:00What's the Big Deal About Sunday?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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First can I just start out by saying I love the new youth curriculum! (I might have mentioned that before, I really have no idea) It makes me think, it helps me learn, and although it is challenging to get the girl's to participate on the level I would like, I always like a good challenge. And when they share something personal, and preface it with a comment like, this wasn't a big deal or dramatic or anything, and proceed to explain how they chose to do the right thing - I love it! Can I just tell you, that I want to hug them, thank them, and tell them it is ALWAYS a big deal when you choose to follow the Savior! Anyway I digress...<br />
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The topic for our discussion on Sunday was, "Why are we commanded to keep the Sabbath day holy?" I know I have mentioned before how much I love Sunday's, I may have even gushed about them because I live for Sunday. Life is hard, and I need Sunday to rest, to be spiritually fed, and to have some family time. Pretty sure I didn't always feel this way...church in Brazil was a challenge. Hello-three hours of understanding about 3 words? But the language came, the spirit was still there, and I worked through that one. I also remember hating going to other wards, especially if we had to go to primary or other meetings-not a favorite for a shy person like myself. No matter my dislike however, when we went on vacation we found a ward to attend, because that was how we rolled. But even with these challenges, I don't ever remember really disliking Sunday. I remember well my first Sunday in college when my alarm went off thinking, "No one is here to make me go to church." I laid there for a few minutes, and got up. I wanted to go to church. <br />
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I believe for a long time I went to church because it was a commandment. Not just any commandment, it is one of the big 10. I made covenants to keep the commandments, and this was part of the deal. Obviously there is more to Sunday than going to church, but that is, in my opinion, the most important thing. Ok, let me rephrase, going to Sacrament meeting and partaking of the Sacrament is the most important thing. Like all of Heavenly Father's commandments, they are to bless us. He knew that life would be hard, that we would struggle with worldly realities, and that we would need reminders to stay on track. He knew we would make mistakes, and that we would need forgiveness. He knew that even though the Atonement is the most amazing gift ever, we would need help always remembering. So we go to church, where we have the privilege of participating in the ordinance that the Savior instituted long ago. I am beyond grateful for the opportunity I have every Sunday to get my life in order, to repent, to think of the Savior, and promise to keep trying through another week.<br />
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It has long become something much more than "just" a commandment to me though. It is what I do because I love the Lord, and I recognize how much I need His help. Always. This is why I hunt out places to go to church even when we are on vacation, and funny thing is, it has become one of my favorite things. I love going to church in strange places, and feeling at home. Absolutely love it! Crazy that I hated it as a kid. :) <br />
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Of course Sunday is more than 3 hours of church, for Tony it is more like 10 hours of church, so we try to make the day different. We listen to different music, we TRY to have gospel discussions, we laugh, we rest (the teenagers rest a lot), and we try to keep the spirit with us as we prepare for another week.<br />
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Up next week in Young Women's-Fasting. In D&C 59 it says fasting = rejoicing. Still working on that one. This will be a good lesson for me!AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-25602524645981089142013-08-29T16:52:00.002-06:002013-08-29T16:57:59.718-06:00Football and other random thoughtsToday is a good day. Why? Football season starts today! My team doesn't play until Saturday, but I can get caught up in just about any game. Two of our opponents play each other tonight, so I am looking forward to checking out our competition. I just love this time of year. Fall and football, can it get any better? Cool weather, hard hits, long passes for touchdowns, or a break away run. Love, LOVE it!<br />
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Also I went to the temple today. Had to wait 45 minutes to get into a session. Never happened to me during the day before. I loved it. I just felt peaceful and content, and how cool to see the temple packed to capacity. After the session there were a couple of older ladies talking rather loudly. Lady 1 says to Lady 2, "When did you wash your skirt last? It looks terrible, like you spilled milk all over it." Then Lady 1 said to Lady 2, "You shouldn't wear your shirt like that, it makes you look fat." I couldn't help but smile. Then I watched this same Lady 1 patiently write down ALL of the names that Lady 2 wanted to put on the prayer roll without a complaint. I love the temple.<br />
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Got what I am guessing is a form letter from Lexie's mission president about her being transferred and being a trainer. Form letter or not, I believed every word of praise about my daughter that was written in that letter. :) She is training a sister from the United States and will be serving just outside of Sydney. <br />
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Lastly, I saw this old commercial today, and immediately thought of my children. Ashley and Breanna especially. It made me smile, so I thought I would share it <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=638420592858232&set=vb.120694114630885&type=2&theater" target="_blank">here</a> (Viewer discretion advised-it is a church commercial after all.)AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-53474939306127281332013-08-26T15:37:00.000-06:002013-08-26T15:42:37.611-06:00Priesthood Power<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today marked the first day of school for four of my five children. Four kids in four different schools. Clear back when Ashley started Kindergarten in 1996, we have started the school year off with Tony giving her a father's blessing. Every year since then, it is a family tradition to start the school year this way. So much so, that Ashley even got a ride up from Logan on Saturday so she could start off her last year of college right. (She also came up for my Dad's b-day who turned 82 on Saturday!) I have had lots of opportunities to ponder on and be grateful for the priesthood and it's power in my life. In June we covered this topic in Young Women's, and we have had several experiences over the summer that have reaffirmed and strengthened my testimony. I know that miracles, guidance, direction and real power come into my life daily because of the priesthood. Just this summer, I have seen people be healed from injuries and ailments, and I heard blessings pronounced that were exactly what someone needed to hear even though they had never shared their concerns. Some may call this crazy or just a coincidence, but I have seen it, and experienced it too many times to doubt it's reality.<br />
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I have been greatly blessed by ordinances that come through the priesthood; the greatest one is being able to be sealed to my husband and family for eternity. Eternity seems hard to comprehend sometimes in the day to day craziness, but I want all these crazies around me forever! I am blessed every week by it's power as I attend church and partake of the sacrament. I have watched my son, who is a normal teenager, be changed by the opportunity to represent the Savior. I have watched young men in high school, lay aside the silly activities that usually accompany the end of high school, and choose to prepare instead to serve missions and be worthy to act in the Lord's name.<br />
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I have often been troubled by the debate about women and the priesthood, and in the past I haven't had a lot of compassion. I realize now however, that we all have different things we struggle with, and just because it isn't a issue for me doesn't mean that it isn't a problem for someone else. That being said, this is how I see it...The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, knows that we all need each other. Just like we are all given different gifts so we have the opportunity to share and strengthen each other, men and women have different responsibilities so that we can bless and help each other. Elder Ballard in April conference said, "<i>In our Heavenly Father’s great priesthood-endowed plan, men have the
unique responsibility to administer the priesthood, but they are not the
priesthood. Men and women have different but equally valued roles. Just
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procreative power and the priesthood power are shared by husband and
wife. And as husband and wife, a man and a woman should strive to follow
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You know, I love Sundays! Yes, I love it for the reasons you might think, but I also love it for the family time we have. It's a day when from 5 or so on everyone is home and mostly unplugged, and I just love it. Of course not everyone was home yesterday-Ashley is in Logan and for 13 more months Lexie will be gone, but I will take whatever family time I can get. A typical Sunday scene is Tony falling asleep at the dinner table (poor, tired Bishop) as we TRY to discuss what we learned in church. Usually this discussion includes some crazy comment from Breanna, a wise crack from Jared, Grant pulling some deacon like prank on his sister, and Tony trying to keep his eyes open. Every once in a while a truly spiritual moment happens, but most of the time I hope the learning is happening in between the laughter and fights. And you know what I wouldn't want it any other way. At about 6:30 we all become glued to the phones frantically checking our emails, as we wait for the blessed Australian emails to arrive. What a great addition to an already great day.<br />
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As we just finished making salsa tonight for Family Home Evening (we had to do something with all of those delicious garden tomatoes), I just felt so grateful for my family. Love them!<br />
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A funny moment from yesterday when we were trying to pray-Jared was explaining that when you love someone they are funnier to you than they would otherwise be. So you would be more likely to laugh at their jokes, etc. Breanna immediately said, "Well then that is why I always laugh so hard at my jokes." This then led to a totally useless conversation about what we should sing for our family musical number in September and lots of laughter. It made me think of my Dad who would get so annoyed as we would talk forever before family prayer when I was a kid. We would get laughing, and couldn't stop. He would say in frustration, "I hope your Heavenly Father has a sense of humor." I am pretty sure he does. :)<br />
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After I wrote this post, I noticed that Ashley wrote about our discussion on a musical number, which she became a part of through text. I guess we were both thinking the same things today. You can check it out here. <a href="http://ashleyannettebenjamin.blogspot.com/2013/08/and-this-is-why-i-love-them.html" target="_blank">Ashley's Anecdotes</a>AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-49457991505604427872013-08-15T20:23:00.001-06:002013-08-16T08:48:56.922-06:00Summer UpdateNot sure where summer went...only 10 days until school starts! I am so not ready! Ok, I am not ready for school, but I am ready for fall. The heat this summer has been a little over the top, and fall means football! Tickets came in the mail the other day, followed by some happy dancing when I told Jared he could go to the Texas game. So what have we been doing all summer? Here's a quick run down.<br />
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Ashley has been living in Logan and working and preparing for her senior recital. She really is only one recital and two classes away from graduating, but will go the full year to finish up a sign language minor. The other day she called me and told me she had practiced for 4 1/2 hours. Wow! In high school it was a chore to get one hour from her. She did 4 weeks of EFY this summer also, one of those weeks was in Nauvoo. She had such a fabulous experience in Nauvoo, I think she finally understands why I love the place so much.<br />
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Alexis is on her third transfer in Grafton, the farthest north you can serve in her mission. What an amazing experience she is having! She plays the piano every Sunday (don't you just love it when you tell your kids they will be grateful they can play someday, and then they really are grateful. It makes all the work to get them to practice worthwhile.) The people in Australia are absolutely amazing. They feed her, give her gifts, and she even got three cakes on her birthday. She isn't going to want to come home! She has been out 5 months already!<br />
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Jared is working as a lifeguard this summer, and works as many hours as he can. He is working almost 50 hours this week. We don't see him much, but the mission savings is starting to add up. He is running to get ready for Cross Country. He just got his schedule for school, and is perfectly happy with the way it is set up. They gave him two periods of Seminary and no English. I am making him go in to change it tomorrow.<br />
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Breanna is so excited to start 9th grade. She has been working picking zuchini and squash at 6am to earn money for school clothes. Hopefully she is still excited for school after the homework starts. She and Grant have been sharing lawn mowing duties this summer, and she is constantly trying to talk Grant into taking her turn.<br />
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Grant is starting his last year in elementary school. How did I get to be so old? He will turn 12 in just a little over a month, and is looking forward to moving on from primary. His sister thinks he fits in perfectly with the deacons already. The other day he made cookies, and I told him they were delicious. He said, "Well they aren't as good as yours, Mom. Your cookies are pretty hard to replicate." Who knew he even knew the word replicate, but that he could use it correctly was pretty impressive. <br />
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What else has been going on? Tony and Jared went to Priest's Camp, Breanna and I went to girl's camp, and all four of us went to Youth Conference. We had a wonderful Stevenson Family Reunion at the Heber Valley Camp, and made a quick trip to Idaho. Had a wonderful visit from Tony's Dad and Karen as they finished their mission in New Hampshire. What a wonderful experience they had, and it was so fun to have them here for a few days. Then this week we had fun visiting with my sister and some of her family as they were out here from Iowa. Now I am ready for a vacation from summer...<br />
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AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-1080432253473941132013-08-01T08:51:00.000-06:002013-08-01T08:57:26.050-06:00Wholesome Recreational Activities<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This summer has been hectic and packed. This is the first whole week I have been home all summer. The days have been packed with youth camps and conferences and a family reunion. It has been busy, but good. To finish it all up we took our kids up to Idaho to what I consider a little piece of heaven on earth. We left on Saturday, as soon as Tony got back from getting Ashley in Provo (she was doing a week of EFY there). We arrived safely in Island Park around 3 pm, but not without incident. Our trusty Suburban lost power on three different occasions, but each time after shutting it off and then turning it on again we were able to keep going. Island Park, specifically Bill's Island is the most beautiful place. It looks and smells so wonderful, and is so peaceful. I just can't help but feel great up there. Perhaps part of it is that we get uninterrupted family time while there, which is unusual and often all to rare around here. This is the first time that we have ever been up there without my parents, some of my sisters or at least some of my nieces and nephews. I thought maybe it would be a disappointment without them, especially for the kids, but it wasn't. What I consider as one of my greatest blessings is that my kids all like each other (even Breanna and Grant-though they probably won't admit it), and that we truly seem to enjoy each others company.<br />
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We did a whole lot of relaxing, and spending time on the lake with the jet ski. In fact we had only been there for a mere 20 minutes when the boys were putting it into the water. The boys spent the rest of the afternoon/evening on the lake while the female portion of the family just enjoyed the pristine surroundings. Of course we had to watch Remember the Titans, it is a family favorite and a cabin tradition almost. Sunday dawned bright and beautiful. I love going to church is Island Park. I love seeing that little building packed beyond capacity by other vacationers who are willing to take time to worship. On Sunday we always take it a little easy, going for walks, eating fantastic food (why does it always taste so good up there?), writing to Lexie (oh how we missed her!), and watching Legacy in honor of pioneer day.<br />
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Our weather could not have been more perfect. It was like it was scripted. On most days we enjoyed a completely cloudless sky with highs in the low 80's, perfect for enjoying the coldish lake. The nights were cool, getting down into the 40's, so we slept comfortably and gave the cabin a little chill before the heat of the day.<br />
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I even talked my kids into going to Yellowstone with me on Tuesday without complaint. I was a little worried about the car, but we prayed and went anyway. It died once, but started back up again. Yellowstone is an amazing place! Someday I am going to go with enough time to really explore the place, but we had a great time seeing the beautiful canyon and waterfalls, seeing Old Faithful and finding 47 of the 50 state's license plates.<br />
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We were so sad to leave on Wednesday evening, and a little concerned about the car. We left with faith that we would be ok. The car worked perfectly all the way home. Our own little miracle. In The Family: A Proclamation to the World, it states, "Successful marriages and families are established and maintained on
principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love,
compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities." I am grateful for the wholesome recreation we enjoyed that strengthened our family as we worked, prayed and played together.<br />
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Some favorite moments from the trip-<br />
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<li>Riding the tube-even if it did make me dizzy for almost a full week after!</li>
<li>Ashley calling Jared a sausage head </li>
<li>Monopoly, Mormon Bridge, and Wacky Six</li>
<li>All of us watching Penelope late Tuesday night. (The boys were going to go to bed-they didn't want to watch a chick flick, but they all made it to the end)</li>
<li>Driving around the parking lots before we left Yellowstone to try to find the rest of the license plates we needed. (yes we are nerds like that)</li>
<li>A discussion about snoring husbands and laughing</li>
<li>My kids getting 'excited' to see the cows on the drive home just to make me happy</li>
<li>Doing a back flip off a tube, just to make Breanna smile. (ok it was an accident because I am super coordinated, but it did make her smile) </li>
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I got an email from Lexie's Mission President's wife yesterday. She said that Lexie had sung in zone conference and she recorded it. She sent me the recording in the email, and I may have listened to it about 10 times already. So fun to hear her beautiful voice. Love her! I included it here, just in case you would like to listen too.</div>
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We just got back from celebrating Ashley's birthday with her in Logan. I was 22 when she was born, and now she is 22. So this post is for her. Someone recently asked her what her name meant-I believe it is from the ash tree or something profound like that. Ok so we didn't choose her name for it's meaning, but if I can be allowed a mother's sappy moment, she could bring meaning to any name.<br />
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Ashley came to our home full of life right from the start. She is and always has been spunky and even sassy. She has always entertained with her antics, and although maturity has somewhat mellowed her spunkiness you just never know quite what to expect especially when she is with her siblings. She has a joy and enthusiasm for life that is contagious.<br />
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Ashley is an ideal oldest sister, even though she has struggled with the fact that no one thinks she is the oldest. She has always been responsible and concerned about her siblings, and has mothered them even when they didn't always want to be mothered. She started babysitting for us at a very young age, because she usually ended up taking care of the kids because the babysitter couldn't. They all know that they can tell Ashley anything and that she will listen. She takes her youngest brother to get snow cones, learns High School Musical dances with Breanna, will talk to Jared for as long as he wants to talk, and has become Alexis' best friend. She is a great example and they all look up to her, (figuratively not literally of course.)<br />
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One of things I love about Ashley is her obsessions. She gets interested in something and it becomes a passion. She started reading Harry Potter when she was 9, for example, and has never stopped. Sometimes I think she might think he is real. She loves the movies, the trivia and all things Harry Potter. Lets not forget her obsessions about Boy Meets World, Michael Jackson, and iPhones. And of course her parents couldn't be prouder that she became passionate about BYU football, even if it took until 2006 to get her there. There is nothing like having a child cry with you in an intensefootball game with a spectacular come from behind finish.</div>
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Ashley of course is not perfect, no one is, but I love that she works through challenges, attacks her weaknesses and earnestly strives to accept the Lord's will for her even when it isn't exactly what she wants. I love her fiery and fun disposition, and I love that red hair! Happy Birthday Ashley!!<br />
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AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-75714711580375089382013-06-17T14:10:00.003-06:002013-06-17T14:10:45.717-06:00Father's DayI realize this post is a day late, but that seems to be the way I work these days. I am blessed to have an amazing father, who showed me by example what a father should be. I continue to feel blessed with a husband who is a wonderful father to our children. I found some pictures that show some of the things I love about Tony in his role as father-honestly there is really nothing more attractive (I thought about using the word sexy just to make my kids who might read this cringe...) to me than when I see him caring for our children. I love that he gets more emotional and worked up about our missionary daughter than I do. I found a few pictures that show some of my favorite things that Tony does with our kids, that also demonstrate what I feel makes a good Dad.<br />
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1. Makes time for them. When we were first married Tony went to school and worked full time. Free time was almost impossible to find, but he found ways to make it work. Ashley loved to sit on his lap while he was doing homework, and for those few precious minutes she would hold still. I am grateful that he recognizes that taking those minutes make all the difference.<br />
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2. Teaches them to work. The best way to teach a child to work is to work with them. I love this picture of them washing the car, that of course turned into a water fight. The work got done, and everyone had fun in the process.<br />
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3. Plays with them. Tony is just a big kid. He loves having fun with the kids. Whether it is something big like going to Disneyland or going skiing, or something simple like jumping on the tramp with them or wrestling. The kids always want Tony around because he brings the FUN!<br />
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What could be more fun than everyone sitting on Dad? Dog pile on Dad was always a favorite at our house. <br />
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5. Sharing passions. Tony loves movies, and has passed that on to his children. I love this picture with them all bundled up together watching a movie together. He has even participated in High School Musical marathons with his daughters, even though he complained that he was losing brain cells the whole time.<br />
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6. Loving. He always noticed when little legs had gone as far as they could. All the kids have enjoyed rides on Dad's shoulders. Grant rode on Tony's shoulders for over 13 miles of hiking through Bryce Canyon, and here in Yellowstone too. All the kids are too big for shoulder rides now, but he still knows when they need him. Sometimes it is just a hug when their heart is hurting, other times it is giving father's blessings even in the middle of the night when needed.<br />
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7. Encourages goal setting and achieving. Ashley and Jared both decided they wanted to run a half marathon. So what did he do. He ran with them (helps that he is crazy, and loves running). He ran with one of them the whole way, and when he finished and realized that the other one hadn't finished yet, he went back and found them and finished up with them too. He is always encouraging the kids to go after their goals, and sometimes even pushing when they don't want to be pushed.<br />
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8. Supportive. He goes to every meet and tournament. He can be found at multiple choir concerts and piano recitals. He has attended every musical they have been in. If the kids are doing it he is there for them. <br />
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Lastly (sorry no picture for this one), he shows them by example the importance of loving the Lord and serving. He leads out in our home to make sure that scripture study and family prayer always happen. He honors his priesthood, and shows the kids the joy that can be found by living the gospel. <br />
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Hope all the father's out there had a great day yesterday. I suspect that no father feels that they have done or do enough, but to me all that matters is that they are trying.<br />
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20th birthday! However in Australia it is now Friday, June 7th so it was
her birthday yesterday there. I am not in Australia, obviously, so it is
still June 6th here. This is the first birthday that we have not spent together,
but as strange as that is, I really am glad she is where she is. Not a
day goes by that I don't think about her, and wonder how she is doing.
She has had her struggles in these first three months, with the visa delays and
homesickness, but she is working it out. Already the lessons she has
learned will be invaluable to her throughout the rest of her life. To
hear her talk about calling people to repentance (not something she would do
naturally), and being so overcome with love for the people she is teaching it warms
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opportunity to learn and to grow while she is sharing the gospel in
Australia. I hope that she has/had an amazing birthday
today/yesterday (that whole different day thing is just weird), and that she
could feel of our love for her on her special day.</span><span style="font-family: "inherit","serif";"></span></div>
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<![endif]-->AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-38574597623483764072013-05-28T13:15:00.003-06:002013-05-28T13:18:13.415-06:00Jared's First Prom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My 16 year old son decided he wanted to go to prom this year. He was a little stressed about the whole thing, but I think he ended up having a good time. So crazy that all these little kids that I once had are now all getting old. (I had my very last primary child sing to me on Mother's Day-he will be 12 in October. So strange...where does the time go!) Anyway enough waxing nostalgic! Although I have mixed feelings about dances and the money and everything that goes with them, I think they can be fun and even reasonable. I try not to make a big fuss out of it though, because I am not a big fan of the possible angst that comes when you don't get asked. So we try to approach it as a fun part of high school, but not a necessary part of the school experience. That being said it is fun as a mom to see your teenage son all dressed up, nervous and ready to go. Hopefully he wasn't too stressed about the whole thing, and that he looks back on it as a good experience.<br />
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<br />AnnetteBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719901571823378266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082503316646327761.post-12803176746543646282013-05-16T15:48:00.000-06:002013-05-17T11:45:22.442-06:00Be StillHave you ever wanted to know the end from the beginning? Wanted to know what the outcome would be before you started the race? Wanted to know how your kids would be before you had them? In essence wanted to know if the benefits would outweigh the risks and trials that accompany almost everything in this life? However if we knew everything, we would not need to walk by faith and trust in God. Life is scary sometimes, and it is so easy to counsel Heavenly Father on what we 'need' and how we need it right now. In His goodness, he patiently listens to us whine, and ask the same questions repeatedly even gently chastising when necessary to help us learn to trust in Him and realize that His plan provides much more happiness, even joy, than our muddled and often visionless ideas. Often in the turmoil that is our life, we have to take time to be still. Be still and remember that God is in charge, and if we will trust in him our outcome really is known. I find that the easiest times for me to be still are when I am out in nature. When my mind is blown by the majesty of His creations, I feel that the Lord is in charge and that I can do whatever might be required. So I am including in this post some of my favorite pictures of places that I have visited often and others that I have only seen once, but all remind me to Be Still.<br />
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