Man of God

I had one of those experiences that stays with you for life last night when I heard that President Hinckley had passed away. My initial feeling was one of such grief and loss that it hurt to the core. That feeling was followed just as quickly by one of gratitude.

How blessed I have been to have known such a man of God, a Prophet of God. I don't know him personally but I feel as if I have lost a friend. Through the years it has seemed as he has spoken to me as I have heard his counsel and have felt the spirit confirm to me that he was speaking the truth.

I will miss him. The memory of his sweet, simple, optimistic attitude will stay with me.

Throughout the day I have wondered on what is happening in the spirit world today. The world has lost a mighty man of God but Heaven has reclaimed one of its own.

Sister by another Mother

One of the difficult realizations when a hysterectomy was needed was that Becca would be the lone girl in our family. I worried most that being the youngest she would have no way to learn how to be a mom. Gratefully, my best friend, JeNeale decided to help the situation and have a little one for Becca to practice on.



We have watched Jensen grow and love her like she is one of our family. She turned 5 this past week. My how the time has flown. It seems like just yesterday that her mom called me from the hospital to let me know that she had arrived. I am not partial in any way, but I think she is pretty great.

We got to babysit her tonight for a few hours while the rest of her family was at mutual. Becca made her a peanut butter sandwich for dinner and then entertained Jensen for over an hour "coloring" pictures at the computer for every member of both families. Becca neatly wrote each individual's name for Jensen to follow so that she could address each picture to the person she had designed it for. They put them into envelopes and Jensen wrote everyone's name on them ready for personal delivery.

As I watched them together, I realized that my prayers had been answered. Becca will be a terrific mom. Thanks Jensen for letting her practice on you all these years. Happy Birthday!

LOBSTAH!!!

So this year Rick got our name for Christmas. He called ahead to verify that sending us live crustaceans would indeed be a gift and not torture. We waited anxiously for the FedEx guy to ring the doorbell and sure enough our little friends from the ocean survived their trip all the way to our house. We almost felt guilty looking at them longingly as they squirmed about in their chilled, moist, styrofoam habitat.



We each took a turn carefully extricating our own little friend from the box. The first few were hanging on to the others for dear life but guess what --- we are bigger and happened to be hungry. We read the instructions carefully and placed them head first into boiling water.



Ben was brave and went first and didn't seem to be bothered by the final step in the process, ripping the claws and tail apart from the body.





What a sacrifice those little guys made to make our Christmas merry! They were so sweet dipped in butter. We will never look at lobster quite the same way again. That was the tastiest lobster I have ever had. WOW! What a fun treat and a memory that will last forever. LOBSTAH!

Thanks Rick.





p.s. Becca loved her pot stickers.

How long has it been?

Becca has been begging me to help her get a blog up and running. As I was looking through all of the options, I decided that I was very bored with my site, hence the change. Stay posted--there may even be a new post sometime soon.