Loaf loves music. She loves to sing and does so with great enthusiasm. We often don't have any idea what she is singing and the girls tease about her tone quality, but she just smiles at all the attention.
She also adores the piano, apparently with or without the keys. Unfortunately she quite often gets stuck in a bit of a precarious spot.
I have fears now with you boys that I hadn't faced with your sisters. The idea of you going to war is one of those fears. I don't understand war and it makes me sad. I realize that at times a person needs to defend himself and his people. I admire those who serve today in the armed forces. I value those who have paid the price for our freedoms and those who continue to defend those rights and privileges.
Many great men and women have given the ultimate girt of life for the cause of "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." But the truth is, I'm your mother and I want to protect you from all possible dangers and frightening experiences. I realize that this might be something I will not be able to shield you from.
Rock, your biological family lives in a place where war and death has been rampant through out the country for many, many years. I imagine that much of your family has seen death in this conflict. Tank, your biological family has also seen "war" and bloodshed right in our own countries boarders.
I want to keep you from this terror. I want to save you from the fear associated with this violent conflict. I don't ever want you to fear death at every corner. I don't want you to see your buddies die.
I never want you to hold a stranger in your arms and tell them all will be well when you see that their wounds will only bring death. I don't want you to experience the fear of being hunted and hated. I don't want you to know what it's like to have another man's blood splattered on your face.
Will you be soldiers? Will you lose your life at the hands of an enemy?
I pray that you will always be courageous. That you will always make the righteous choices and sound decisions. The Lord will be your guide and your comforter if you will let him.
Life will not always be cut and dry, many good men have been asked to shed blood in the cause of righteousness. Many more will be asked to defend the honor of our freedoms and the liberties we hold sacred. However, for now I will hold you tight. I will teach you to be good and honorable men. I will pray that the Lord will watch over you and keep you safe until your journey's end.
"Consider the love of God. . . . 'Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?' the Apostle Paul asked. Not tribulation, not persecution, not peril or the sword (see Romans 8:35). 'For I am persuaded,' he concluded, 'that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, . . . nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God' (verses 38–39)."
I found this the other day. LOVED the arrow pointing up to his photo! When I asked him about it he said, "It's a great quote I read the other day." Nothing like positive affirmations. I love this sweet boy!!
Loaf always makes things better. She has been very "snuggly" the last little while. I like to think it's because I needed a few extra hugs, but it's more likely the 4 new teeth she is cutting. (Gus made her outfit, the hat is a delight.)
This face helps as well, when we are not at odds with one another. Dash is currently a very good "button pusher" and he knows all the right ones with me. It's a good thing he is so cute.
Seriously... not sure why the babies both insisted on stretching their mouths today, but then it has been one of those days. I walked into the office yesterday and Brick had written his name on a piece of paper. It was the first time all by himself, it was backwards but still a good mommy moment. He loves to write little messages and it's just a matter of time now and I will be able to read them.
Yes, we still call the little boys "the babies". It might be a permanent thing. It's always "Loaf and the babies". They might not like it in a few years when they are bigger.
I love the other children as well, they are just never around to get their pictures taken. I'm excited about the end of school. I love having my children close.
She embraced me and tears flowed freely as she whispered in my ear, "I'm not here for your Grandfather. He was a great man and I loved him. He doesn't need me. I'm here for you."
Her words echoed and penetrated my soul. "I'm here for you."
I know that I will see my Guelito again. I know and understand God's great plan of happiness, yet I still miss my Guelito and mourn not being able to run over and give him a kiss. To know that someone was thinking of me and sharing my loss was not something I anticipated I would need, but how very grateful I am for friends and family that have rallied together.
Most importantly for those who have comforted my Grandmother, Guelita. After 68 years of marriage I can not begin to imagine the pain she must be enduring.
8. And it came to pass that he said unto them: Behold, here are the waters of Mormon (for thus were they called) and now, as ye are adesirous to come into the bfold of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light;
9. Yea, and are awilling to mourn with those that bmourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as cwitnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the dfirst resurrection, that ye may have eternal life— (Mosiah 18: 8-9)
This last week many have mourned with me. As a family we have been able to comfort one another through our memories, laughter, and even good food. We have gathered and wept. We have renewed friendships and formed bonds that help us remember who we are as a family.
This is the legacy greatest of all: an eternal family.
Thank you for all your love and support. For mourning with me and rejoicing in the life of an amazing man.
"The Lord doesn't expect us to work harder than we are able. He doesn't (nor should we) compare our efforts to those of others. Our Heavenly Father asks only that we do the best we can—that we work according to our full capacity, however great or small that may be."
My friend sent me these photos last week of the dance at school. Doesn't Gus look excited? She thought she was safe from the camera because I wasn't able to stop by, but alas she was not.
The children spent weeks learning the various dances, the teachers spent hours working and filling out the dance cards and the end result was great fun! I did mention to Gus that the boys would start growing soon.
Some sort of line dance, I think.
That same week while having her physical the doctor (whom we adore) talked to her a little bit about boys and how they would start being attracted to her, especially the boys in the older grades and to set her boundaries, etc. He said, "It will be like flies to poop."
Her eyes bugged open as she looked at me and smiled. She wasn't too sure to be referred to as "poop". You can only imagine the laughter that happened when she retold