Our fortunes

I took the boys out for Chinese food recently and these are the fortunes from our cookies. Thinking about moving to a house that Richard had not yet seen, and with hope for good things, we took these messages a little more seriously.

“An unusual dream will come true.”

“You are admired for your impeccable tastes.”

“Forge ahead with your new ideas.”

“When the flowers bloom, so will great joy in your life.”

Yesterday each of the kids had a friend at our house. I watched them marching in a line on top of our wall in the backyard and smiled as they played Twister. They have all grown taller this summer, their tan legs like stilts. Later, I heard a friend’s sweet laughter echoing down the hall and felt guilt and sadness for the change that we’re introducing to these children. I am so grateful for the little family across the street whom we have loved for six years. Friendship, which comes so naturally to children, is a greater treasure than they know. When I say goodbye, it helps me to remember that eternal things aren’t governed by time or distance, but how do you explain that to little ones?

And then there are silly things like the lizards, and the summer monsoons, and the funny radio stations in Spanish… “The meanest thing to which we bid adieu, Loses its meanness in the parting hour.” -Elliott

Yes, I am feeling sentimental today.

Lost

I lost the diamond from my wedding ring today. I had been everywhere inside and outside the house. I was calm, but felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. Things have not been easy lately, but I have felt supported and strengthened by unseen hands. I knew that I would find the diamond if it was important that I did.

So I prayed, and asked myself if it was important.

I knew that the diamond didn’t define my marriage. I knew that Richard wouldn’t be angry. I lost it because I was working so hard that I didn’t even notice that my ring was smashed, the prongs all askew.

As I searched the gravel of our yard and through boxes and shelves in the garage, I tried to gain the courage to not tell Richard until we had money again, maybe in 15 years or so.

I thought of all the women I know who have lost a diamond. I thought of the reward I would offer the movers if they found it.

My kids helped me look, and somehow I knew it had to be in the gravel in the front yard, which meant that it was gone forever. I pulled out one of the several rings that Richard has given me over the years and slipped it on my finger, ready to live without my wedding ring.

But then Timothy ran inside. He was holding the diamond, not daring to believe that he had found it. It was in the gravel in our front yard. When I hugged him, I felt his heart racing. What a lovey. I hugged and kissed everyone and said another prayer.

I guess that it was important to find it. Although I knew that my marriage and my faith didn’t hinge on the diamond, I was reminded that I’m known and loved. God is in the details of our lives.

This has been a summer of miracles for me and our family. In my efforts to be in charge of my life, I have been humbled as I have had evidence that it’s not my hands which control what happens. That’s a great comfort, because I’m pretty weak and shortsighted.

This made my day.

Daniel went to Scout camp in June. I don’t know much about the camp, and I respect that veil. Sons need to have adventures that I can’t provide and that I wouldn’t call perfectly safe. I still wonder and worry and hope for news about their adventures. We received this letter from one of the camp leaders. For the window that it provided into something good that Daniel did, I am grateful.

A House, the Frog Pond, and Sparklers

We had a great Independence Day.

The sellers accepted the offer we made on their house in Utah. Here is a sneak peak of what it looks like. I’ll post more pictures when it’s really ours.

We went to the annual Troop 54 breakfast and visited with old friends. We went to the parade, Spring Lake, looked at new lambs, ate fried cookie dough and cheesecake, participated in Tank Wars, and watched the fireworks from Fox field with a pile of little kids.

Here are some photos of the kids playing at the frog pond at Spring Lake.

Daniel has a mouse in that container. Mark’s smile is so charming.

Daniel is showing everyone the mouse they caught.

My sister’s kids are so cute.

Grandpa and his namesake enjoy some time in the shade. It was hot!

It was such a fun family day. It makes me happy that we will live so close to our people. My kids love their cousins.

Backyard helpers

The other night Timothy and I weeded my parents’ garden. It awakened all kinds of old memories for me and hopefully created sweet remembrances for him.

We filled two five-gallon buckets with weeds.

The boys helped Grandpa paint the fence. There was no Tom Sawyer trying to sell the idea. They just loved it. Those are my boys.

A little party at Spring Lake

Summer evening + kids + dogs = bliss

I drove the kids up to Utah this weekend. We arrived in Spring Lake just in time for a party for Sarah.
These are some of the cousins at the playhouse.

And here are some more in the trees.

Cuties at the girl table

A little cutie with a ball.

Mark is happy, but the zombie-werewolf-pirate game required a serious look.

My Timmy.

Happy birthday, Aunt Sarah!

Little helpers for the trick candles

Such sweet sentiments for Sarah from the nieces and nephews!

It’s good to be here for July 4th celebrations. I am house hunting. Paige is at BYU for a summer camp. Richard’s new job begins next week!

Home life

Lately, life’s been a list of tasks, most of them involving boxes, tools, and paint. I’ve appreciated so many kind gestures from friends, from meals to spontaneous trips to the movies for my kids, flowers, phone calls, and books.

Thanks for checking on us. I appreciate the moral support I receive from you who read this little blog.

 

Hobby Room

We had free cable television in the home we rented 7 years ago. I spent a lot of time watching home improvement and cooking shows. Some of my favorite shows were about how to stage a house to sell it.

I scoffed at some of the inexpensive things that people were told to do, such as throw a white sheet over the kitchen table so it looked extra clean, or change the light bulbs to be clear or simply hide all counter top appliances from view.

But then I remembered why I fell in love with our house plan. In the model there was was the hobby room with a wall of shelves and a table in the center. And that room chanted in my head, “Buy me!” There were other good features in the house, but the dream of a hobby room was a big factor in my “yes” vote on the house.

This week I have been staging photos of our house for the time when we decide to sell. Even after we move, I want people to be able to visualize themselves in a hobby room like mine. Of course, my hobbies are not crafty. They’re educational. I took down most evidence of that so it looks more universal.

Goodbye, hobby room. Don’t worry, I won’t do a post about every room in the house, although it might be funny to see what poetic things I could say about that marvelous coat closet in our entry.

I just need one person to think it’s great and they can buy our house and pursue their dreams. It’s been a great room for us, although it NEVER looked this good when in use.

More Girls Camp pics

I knew you were hoping for more Girls Camp shots. Photos by Cindy.

Here is our camp. It’s a Church camp on Mount Lemmon, which is named after a WO-MAN. Just so you know…

Here are a few of the girls by our banner. We were the Lucky Charms.

Paige arrived after the other girls because she was on her 4th year overnight hike and had spent the morning rappelling.

If I can’t be Maria von Trapp in a musical, then I will just have to pretend that I am at Girls Camp. It’s a magical place like that.

This is such a good group of girls!

Our camp is special because it has a piano. Paige accompanied our stake in our camp theme song. On Sunday, she played it again in Stake Conference while we all sang. The girls gave her big cheers during the week because she sounded great. 100+ girls cheering for you in a room that echoes makes you feel good, although a little headachy.

We had lots of scripture time, and that was nice.

This sweet girl was my buddy. Love her!

The hills are alive… with the sound of music!

Now, go climb every mountain.

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night.

I got to go to Girls Camp. I must have done something good… to deserve it.