Friday, October 24, 2014

Oh Heavenly Day!

Watching Patty Griffin in concert was something I'm not likely to forget.  Punctuated by the fact that I was standing only ten feet away from her.  Ten.  One and zero.  Yeah... she looked at me... a lot... probably because I was the tallest woman there. 

Poor Greg... 

(Putting up with a wife bouncing off the ground and screaming)

Did I mention the ten feet?

She came out singing "Chief" - which was unreal.  Because what are the odds that she'd play my favorite song?  I was frantically torn between the desperate need to video tape, take pictures or just enjoy the moment.  I tried to do all three.  She was just so good.  And that's a woeful understatement.

Most of her songs were from her latest album, American Kid - which worked perfectly because I got to hear her rock "Don't Let Me Die in Florida" - a piece that reminds me of my great grandfather, Andrew Divers. 

But there were several old gems she pulled out of her back-pocket-repertoire, including "When It Don't Come Easy" - a personal favorite during my infertility years.  And "Heavenly Day" - words that I hum while I'm hiking with my kids.

She didn't sing "Burgundy Shoes" or "Mother of God" - but she closed out her encore with "Truth #2" and I felt like I was skipping all the way home.  

I'm still glowing...

"Tomorrow may rain with sorrow
Here's a little time we can borrow
Forget all our troubles in these moments so few
All we've got right now, the only thing that
All we really have to do
Is have ourselves a heavenly day
Lay here and watch the trees sway
Oh, can't see no other way, no way
Heavenly day, heavenly day, heavenly day"

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Sneak Peak 2014

**I'm not kidding when I say my jaw dropped this year when I saw the photos of the kids.  Stunning...

Monday, October 13, 2014

The Little Things

I turned 38 yesterday. 

Greg and I are now the same age again - which means starting today until next July I will forget how old I am.  This happens every year.  I have too much to keep track of to remember my age anymore.  Sometimes I have to pull up Excel and do a quick calculation.  Seriously.  Lame.  But I'm not going to bother about it

If I stretch my brain, I can almost remember the presents.  All of them thoughtful and considerate.  On the other hand, I can very quickly recall the following -

1. My kids made me breakfast in bed.

2. My sweet husband made me dinner & cake AND cleaned up the kitchen!! 

3. I got a late-night text from my brother that made me smile and laugh.

4. My cousin threw Hugh Jackman at me...again.

5. A girlfriend and former coworker at the BYU Church History Department reminded me why we both love Sherlock.

6. Lea sent me a sweet email (while she was on vacation!!)

7. The team I work with told me they're changing Café Rio day from Wednesday to Tuesday so they can celebrate with me. (I don't work on Wed)

8. My Dad sent me a note that made me cry - and left me kneeling longer this morning on my knees in prayerful gratitude.

**These are the precious things worth growing old for.  Worth remembering.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Month We Moved Into Our Car

"In choosing how we spend time as a family, we should be careful not to exhaust our available time on things that are merely good and leave little time for that which is better or best... The amount of children-and-parent time absorbed in the good activities of private lessons, team sports, and other school and club activities also needs to be carefully regulated. Otherwise, children will be overscheduled, and parents will be frazzled and frustrated. Parents should act to preserve time for family prayer, family scripture study, family home evening, and the other precious togetherness and individual one-on-one time that binds a family together and fixes children’s values on things of eternal worth. Parents should teach gospel priorities through what they do with their children."  -Elder Dallin H. Oaks

This fall everyone (except Our Bubbs) signed up for soccer.  And then Our Big Guy convinced me that he wanted to join cross country. 

Four sports.  One season.  

I don't know what I was thinking.  8 weeks didn't look that bad when I was in the middle of July.

It is.

How do I balance this?  How do I balance all these children - with all these talents?  Piano, Scouts, homework?  Dinner.  Play time.  Scripture time.  Family Home Evening.  Plus evenings I want to just crash and tickle them.  Which one is going to fall through the cracks first?

I have no idea.  

And then there's the odd emotion of terribly missing the games once they finish.  Because I love watching my children play. 

We're almost to the end.  Nearly at that lovely 2-month break between soccer and basketball.
Give me strength.

Our Big Guy against one of his best friends - Victor


Saturday, October 4, 2014

We Are *All* Glorious

" will find that there is a purpose.  It's been there within you all along.  And when you're near it you can almost hear it."