A cemetery in Mexico at the grave of a family member, circa 1948. I remember walking through one such cemetery as a child. This image instantly brought back memories and emotions.
Faces from my past. Voices that have shaped my life and will influence my future.
My Guelito's truck, filled with people who sacrificed so much to go to the temple. These are the images I hope to never forget. It is through their sacrifices that add to my faith and hope.
(more photos found in the "Guelito's" album on the side)
The big girls had the wonderful opportunity to learn the art of stained glass. Their paternal great, great grandfather was an amazing stained glass artist that created many beautiful works of art here in the valley. Together they learned and created their own lovely masterpieces.
Guelita asked me to come with them one evening to take pictures of the class, which consisted of the girls, my cousin, an aunt and an uncle. They had a great time as father and son, sisters, brother and sister teasing one another, working on their projects, and finding a hobby that can bring people together.
This is Allison their teacher. She owns Western Art Glass. If you get a chance I would highly recommend her classes. I am trying to find a time when I can sneak a class in. Maybe I can get John to come with me. Her shop is filled with lovely pieces and now great memories.
"A testimony is what we know to be true in our minds and in our hearts by the witness of the Holy Ghost (see D&C 8:2). As we profess truth rather than admonish, exhort, or simply share interesting experiences, we invite the Holy Ghost to confirm the verity of our words. The power of pure testimony (see Alma 4:19) does not come from sophisticated language or effective presentation; rather, it is the result of revelation conveyed by the third member of the Godhead, even the Holy Ghost."
David A. Bednar, "More Diligent and Concerned at Home," Ensign, Nov. 2009, 19
Does this picture even need words? Loaf was telling Brick a long story of some kind, no one really knows because there are only a few words that are recognizable when she speaks, but look at him. He is listening intently. His expression is one of love and contentment. He adores his little sister (actually all his sisters).
I wish I had my camera out every time I saw someone snuggling with Loaf. She binds us together in a very unique way, especially her brothers. They dote on her, play with her, protect her, she is everything.
She will never be able to date when she's old enough. They might not even let her out of the house, of course 4 very large older brothers might be a deterrent in and of itself. She might hate it, but the relationship forming right now is worth it.
Hot summer days are wonderful if they can be spent in a pool. Between swimming lessons, family parties, and our local recreation center toes became wrinkled, strokes improved, and little boys became exhausted (a wonderful side effect).
The light and colors at the pool is so interesting throughout the day, creating such a wonderful variation in our swimming photos.
It's crowded, but that doesn't seem to matter. Splashing around in water is almost magical.
I'm fairly certain this playful hold ended up in tears.
The big boys got tired of wrestling each other and rather than stop the game they grabbed the little boys using them as weapons. The joys of being boys.
Not sure what beyblades are other than they look like tops, but apparently they have a theme song and you have wars with them.
Someone was not pleased with the outcome of the war and everything quickly escalates into a brawl.
Intervention is required and of course hugs and kisses, all before we go to church.