memories

The temperature around here seems to be hovering in the 117 degree range. It is hot. So the other night we found ourselves in the pool. This wasn’t new to anyone else, these kids are in that thing practically every night, but this night I decided to join them, and…

Ok, here are two more of Grace’s videos. Makes me want to pack my bags and head right back on over to those magical places. Just FYI on this France one…the shot with Lucy that looks like she has a bloody nose is actually her chocolate ice cream between Musee…

Grace has whipped up a few videos from our Europe trip. You know when something helps you remember something precious, it becomes even more precious to you?  Well, that’s what these videos do.  I am in love with them. Here’s the first one from Switzerland.  Make sure to enlarge it…

Twenty years ago I married this guy. Yes, twenty. And I was a lot more excited about it than I look in that very serious photo 🙂 We got married three years after our first date (“How to Host a Murder”): It took a while after that date to get…

My heart is in a knot. It has been for a few weeks. Having a child graduate is very bitter/sweet. He’s ready. I’m not. It is a glorious culmination celebration of so many years of wonder and work and worry and whining 🙂  And my heart is so full yet…

Below is a selection from my journal entry from the end of China as I sat in the quiet auditorium after most of the other parents had left following the Christmas program.  I loved that it was a “Christmas” concert in a nation that is not really historically considered “Christian.”…

In response to the many requests over the last couple years since I wrote part one (back HERE), here you go: So there I was, wondering about that boy, the one with the hair curling around his forehead and the dimple-jeweled smile.  The one our mutual friend had told me…

…according to Elle who took over my camera.

I went to Boston University for my freshman year of college and I wouldn’t change it for the world.  I know I wrote somewhere on this blog all the drama of my heart wanting and yearning to go to BYU but my mind (with my Dad orchestrating it a little…

We slip quietly into our seats overlooking the instruments below. The melodic hum of their tuning ritual fills up the cavernous beauty in front of me: forest green (my favorite color back then) mixed with gold leaf and warm wood. We have just ascended three staircases to get to our…