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Lucy played the piano at church yesterday. Which was all fine and dandy. I mean, it might scare the pants off me or anyone else in our family to play in front of that many people, but Lucy is confident and secure in the piano. That’s definitely not to say…

Remember when I talked about these gifts we were giving out to our women at church (back HERE). Well, I wanted to save the story they were inspired by for a post on it’s own. Because there’s nothing like a good story at Christmastime. We have an Activity Committee within…

As anyone who has read this blog for a while knows, our last baby, Lucy, was born with six toes on her left foot. The doctor assured us this was much more common than we may know, and that the extra toe could be easily removed in a few months.…

Last week was a week I wished I could multiply myself over and over again, and “be there” for so many. It seems that there are so many moving pieces in our family. So many moving pieces in our church congregation (where I serve in the Relief Society). So many…

When I was a teenager sometimes my dad would hold down the fort at home while my mom took a day to go write. All alone. They were (are) authors and with a gaggle of nine kids at home she would love that opportunity to have time to think and…

My friend who has gone through an extremely difficult time once told me that acknowledging the pain others are going through, no matter how awkward or uncomfortable it might be, is what continues to get her through. Today I’m here to tell two stories of people who are not only…

We celebrated our 27th anniversary up in the mountains. I talked about that anniversary back HERE, but here’s what we did that day. Welp, we started it off strong with a big fight. Ha! (I know, who can fight in all that beauty??) I don’t even remember what we were…

I love that new video, but perhaps I love this one even more: Oh and this one: As they say in my beloved Romania: “Isus a inviat” “Adevarat, a inviat” He Lives. Hallelujah! Happy Easter with love.

I know your family has a lot of traditions and routines. What traditions did you start when they were young? Or which do you wish you would have started? Oh the answer to this question could be very long and lengthy. Especially as I am in a time of life…

A few years ago our church changed the practice of “visiting teaching” to “ministering.” At first I thought that word seemed too formal. Too pious. But oh how I’ve grown to love it. I’ve had the chance to think about ministering so much with my role in the Relief Society…