Going To...

Got a call at work today!

#1 Got his two year mission call for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.



He's. Going. To.

Independence, Missouri

Yes were are very excited!

He leaves May 19th.

I've been crying all day, for joy. Our sweet mail man made a special trip to bring it to the house early this morning. I of course ran out and told him where he was going and gave him a big thank you when he was delivering the rest of the mail. Doesn't every one chat up the mail man?

Thanks to a son who is willing to serve his Father in Heaven. Thanks to the Lord for his tender loving care. Thanks to a co-worker who exclaimed, "No way do you have a son old enough to serve a mission."

Nurse Boys, I'm sending my baby to your neck of the woods. I hope he gets to serve in an area where he'll meet you.

Happy Birthday Yesterday

Wow! nineteen years ago #1 son was born.

I remember thinking he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Lately life has been a bit stressful(understatement) and overwhelming (major understatement). I sat next to #1 in church Sunday and focused on blending our voices in song. His beautiful high tenor, my sore throat-ed alto, blending in songs of praise and peace. His arm around me, holding me, keeping me calm and quiet during worship services the way I held him, singing, so many times.

How does a child become an adult so quickly? So beautifully?

Happy Birthday beautiful son. Thank you for your grace and strength, your beautiful voice, your tender soul. I love you!

Turd Burgler

Leaving a house full of boys in the care of their father is well, daunting. There are many little crisis and catastrophes that I deal with so routinely as to render them run-of-the- mill occurrences; but to a dad, off at work most days, run-of-the-mill occurrences become a challenge of wits and ingenuity.

Last night I worked from 3:00 to 9:00 pm. Around 10:30 pm just as I was drifting off to sleep, Adorable Hubby said, "While you were at work one of the kids left a turd in the toilet that wouldn't flush down".

"What did you do?" I muttered.

"I had to get a knife and cut it up. It was that bad!"

"Mmmphhh so it all worked out?" I mumbled, really, really, close to asleep.

"Yeah." He yawned.

Suddenly I was wide awake.

"WHAT KNIFE???"


Aren't you glad I'm back?
Don't answer that.