Visitor from Virginia

We had a special visitor last weekend. My eldest brother, Gordon, came from Virginia to meet the man who everyone has told him makes me so happy, and to spend a couple of days with us. Gordon (Gordy to me) has a very kind, gentle spirit. He is a good man and we had some good conversation about the Gospel. Ron had the opportunity to answer some of his questions about the Church and I gave him a Book of Mormon while he was here. I love my brother.

Breakfast at the Pinecone Cafe

Costume Surprise!

My cute little daughter sent me a text yesterday. My phone had completely died, so it was charging and I didn't get the message until last night. She wanted to show me her Halloween costume....

This is how she told me she was expecting baby number 4! We are thrilled to have grand baby number 16, due in April!

Sleeping Grace~fully

Is there anything sweeter than a sleeping baby? This is Gracie...Grand baby #13 of 14. One of only four grand daughters.

"...rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine."

~ Disney's Dumbo



New Grandson

We have a new grand baby! Daniel Peter May, born at 10:20-ish this morning. Weighing 5 lb. 13 oz., 18" long. Not bad for being a month early. Mommy and bebe are doing great! The grandchild boy/girl ratio in this family  is 10 - 4. We girls are outnumbered for sure!

                                                          Baby Daniel

                                                          The new big sister...

This is how our conversation went this morning. Me: Annabelle, you get a new brother today! Annabelle: NO!  Me: Won't that be fun to have a new baby brother at your house? Annabelle: I don't WANT it!
Hmmm.... Denial isn't just a river in Egypt.

                                                        



Sharing your testimony is a gift

I have this amazing friend. She can do everything well. She is talented and funny and kind and generous. She has no clue how awesome she is. How is this possible?? Today she gave the lesson in Relief Society. A fabulous lesson...the kind that the entire class has comments to make and the Spirit is there testifying to your heart...the kind of lesson that makes you leave wanting to do better and be better. She bore her testimony of the Book of Mormon, saying,  "....I cannot separate myself from it." It was powerful. It was just the way I wish I could-would-should bear my testimony of the Book of Mormon. Thank you my dear friend.

He Calms

Sorry about that. Not thinking. The MRI is to get to the bottom of headaches and migraines I've had for years, but are coming with more frequency lately. Really, not a big deal. Just seein' if a picture of the ol' noggin' will tell them anything. Thanks guys!

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"I'm Ready for My Close-Up Mr. DeMille"...

...My really, really, close-up!
Today I had my first ever MRI...and hopefully, my last. It was a consecutive, repetitive, symphony of a Jack Hammer...if your upstairs neighbor was jack hammering his floor, a doorbell that didn't ding...only donged, a sewing machine ...no, a sweat shop full of sewing machines, and a cruise ship horn...if you were standing 2 feet from it. Oh, and "easy listening" >yeah, right< tunes playing in the background. That wasn't the bad part though. The really bad part is, I'm kinda claustrophobic. Oh I had flashbacks of playing hide-n-seek at Kristie Nebeker's house, and hiding under her bed, then having Kerrie Nebeker slide in after me... pinning me between her and the wall...I remember freaking out! Telling her to "get out get out get out!!" Not pretty.
So, here I am today, going into this little opening of a tube, with a giant head set and a cage over my face, and I'm told I can't move for twenty minutes, then they'll pull me out, shoot me with dye, and put me back in to finish my concert series for another ten minutes. I closed my eyes and said to myself  "puppies, waterfalls, green grassy meadows..." All the while trying not to hyperventilate...or sneeze...or cough...  or something else ... Actually, when I started going into the "tube" and I felt like I was going to lose it, I asked Heavenly Father for help. You know, that's the wonderfulness of our Father in Heaven...He hears your prayer (or inwardly, freaked out cry for help), He knows you're in need, and He answers. In all honesty, I was calm throughout the entire process. I love our Father in Heaven.

                                                                        The Tube

...yer diggin' the polka dot gown, aren't ya?

"...puppies, rainbows, waterfalls..."