Sunday, December 14, 2008

I Should Have Known Better ...

I should have known that I ought to ask for NYC ideas BEFORE leaving for the Big Apple. I read the comments given just after leaving Manhattan. Not great timing. I was so bummed to not have been able to do some of the suggestions. 

Still Jon and I had a great time being together. I am a believer in alone trips. Jon and I have taken an alone trip between each child. It is a great way to reconnect and remember why you fell in love with this person you now know as "Mom" or "Dad." It takes more than a date night for me to get out of mom mode and remember I am a woman too. Alone trips do that for me. Plus they help me see Jonathan as himself too. 

This is our second time doing NYC for our alone trip. Last time was definitely warmer. It was pretty bitter cold with the wind on Saturday. Friday was nice though. We most enjoyed our time at the Temple there in Manhattan. It was so lovely, so peaceful, and it really reminded me of how much I love being in the Temple.

We also enjoyed our hours roaming the Met. I love art. There are some paintings there that I really adore and it was great to revisit them. We also went to Spamalot. Hmmm. That was probably the biggest waste of time and money in a LONG time. I have never been able to stay awake through the Monty Python Movie and this play presented an equal challenge. Plus it was far too crude for my liking.

We had decent food but nothing as memorable as we had hoped. We did enjoy a little French cafe near time square for brunch. We also greatly enjoyed spending time with Jon's sister and her family. I got my newborn fix quenched with her little 3 week old Jackson. He was so yummy. I love brand newborn little lumps of love. Especially other peoples newborns that don't wake you up to eat every two hours. ;)

Also I did get an early birthday present from my sweetheart with the help of his amazing sister and her jewelry skills. I will do a post on it another day. Maybe on my birthday. :) It is lovely and intensely meaningful. Thank you all for planting the seeds of ideas in the fertile soil of his mind.

Overall, this was a trip that I didn't know I needed as badly as I did. It brought me out of my funk and renewed me. I was walking down Park Avenue to go meet Jon after his meeting and I thought, "This city is so full of LIFE."

There was a time when I lived that sort of independent life. I lived out East and traveled by foot or subway or cab through my years at law school. I have backpacked Europe and Mexico. All this I did as a single independent woman. This trip was a reminder to me of that woman. It was like taking a vacation to a former life. It was empowering. I am glad to be home with my family and very glad to live in a warmer, more settled atmosphere. But I am also grateful to remember my capabilities and strength as a woman.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Big Apple

I will not be blogging this weekend. My husband has a meeting in the Big Apple. Yep NYC! And he has a companion ticket. :) So I am tagging along. It is supposed to be really cold and rainy/snowy but I am hoping to enjoy the Christmas feeling in the Big City this weekend.

Our plans include a nice dinner somewhere, cheesecake, lots of good food (can you see the pregnant mind at work here?), the Met, maybe a show, a session at the Manhattan Temple, Rockafeller Center to see the lights, and a bit of window shopping. Plus we get to see Jon's sister Darleen and her new baby boy just 2 weeks old (yes and her hubby Seth and 2 older kids).

It should be a fun trip. I will surely post about it when we get home. 

Enjoy your weekend! 

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

19 Weeks

We had a "formal" night for our Young Women tonight at church to recognize their accomplishments this year relating to faith, divine nature, individual worth, knowledge, choice and accountability, good works, and integrity. That is the reason for the formal attire in the photo. I think I was lucky this one still fit. :) Thank heaven for the empire waist. This bridesmaid dress has gotten some good use. Thanks Kathryn for picking such a good one.

I have entered the "growing" stage of pregnancy. I usually gain between 30 and 40 lbs. during pregnancy. About 30 of that, I gain in the middle three months. Usually I am so sick in the first 3-4 months that I gain nothing and for the first 3 kids I lost weight. Then the sickness ebbs away and I start growing. 

I have only put on about 5-8 lbs. so far this pregnancy, though it looks like lots more. But I know the numbers on the scale will be leaping up each time I step on now. I am 19 weeks. I feel good. No more sickness. None of the uncomfortable feelings that come later on yet. This is the good part of pregnancy.

I have started to feel the little kicks and movements of the whosit inside. That is always fun. We still don' t know the sex of the baby. We do want to know. I will let you know when I know. 

I watched an episode of Birth Day and a show called Amazing Birth Stories the other day on the Discovery Channel. It got me excited for the birth of this baby. I still have a long wait till then, but I am really looking forward to the birth. I think births are some of the most spiritual and can be some of the most wonderful occasions.

I have so much hope for the child growing within me. I am anxious to explore the reality of this new life with this precious soul. Grow baby, Grow!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Keeping It Real

A fuzzy picture to symbolize the picture of my life seen through the lens of my blog.
 
I want this blog to be a real reflection of how I am doing. I don't want it to be all the pretty things of my life or all the hard and painful parts either. Just after Camille died I wrote every day about my grief. At that time it was my whole life. All other aspects of my life were seen through the filter of my grief. 

As time has passed and my heart has healed some, I have written other types of posts about other subjects. Posts about Camille have been sprinkled in where I was feeling them. 

This is the thing I am learning about grief -- it moves like the tides with waves rolling through it. The tides do not rise and fall with the cycles of the moon but with the seasons of our lives. At certain times the grief tide is low and will stay low for a long time. People will think you are all better perhaps. You will even think you are all better, or at least close to it.

But the reality is that often the tides will rise again. There is no reliable predictor for when this will happen or what will trigger the rise. Maybe there is no trigger. Maybe there is just a biological rhythm to this that we don't know about. But when the tides rise the waves of grief come with it. They hit without warning and can sweep you off your feet.

And with time these tides fall again. They recede. The waves seem inconsequential again. All the while life goes on. 

I have had a good long while of low tides. But lately, since just after Thanksgiving really, it seems the tide has been rising. I know I am doing well in my healing progress. I know this is normal and just part of the journey. I just feel I need to keep this portrayal of my life through this blog as real as possible. 

And the real truth is that I have had some really hard nights in the last couple of weeks. I share this only because I want others who are on this path or who know someone else on this path of grief after losing a child to know that this is the nature of this grief. I don't want to seem like some super human person who is "all better" now and is done with the grieving thing. 

I don't think we are ever "done" with the grieving thing. I think the tide just stays low for longer and longer periods of time and waves become less and less frequent. But it does seem to me that the further along the path we get the harder it is to open up and talk about the high tides. They are hard to "bring up" since "how you are really doing" is not the subject of most your conversations anymore. And when you have been doing well for a long while, it is hard to let people know that you are hurting again. It seems people get more "worried" about you if you have a hard few days when you are a year out instead of just a month out.

But the reality is that hard days come at six months out or a year to five years out. That is just the nature of the beast. When they come, they come with intensity. Perhaps this high tide is due to the holidays. Maybe it is the internal clock telling me the 6 month mark is coming. And then again it could be a combination of both or neither. 
 
Thank you to so many of you living angels out there who have shared so much love to me. I never knew when I thought about doing an angel tree for Camille that I would so need these angels in my home. Thank you. I will write more about the angel tree later this week. I want to get a photo up of it. It is beautiful.

Whatever it is, I am hoping it will pass gracefully. I hope I will feel my way through it since there is no way around it. And between the waves I will treasure the blessings in my life and the moments of joy that these blessings bring me everyday. 

Monday, December 8, 2008

Family Home Evening


One night each week, usually Monday night, Mormon families everywhere gather together to spend a night together. They have a family "meeting" of sorts that is called Family Home Evening. This practice was introduce almost a century ago by one of the prophets. Joseph F. Smith, in 1915. 

In these Family Home Evenings the family grows together and parents have an opportunity to teach their children their core values and beliefs. They also get to spend uninterrupted time with their children. In todays busy age of technology and distractions, this time is invaluable.

A typical Family Home Evening starts with a prayer and then a song sung together by the family. Perhaps a scripture will be shared. A prepared lesson is given by one family member and then the family does some sort of activity together. At the end another song and prayer are said and a refreshment is enjoyed. 

Now that is pretty textbook. In reality, many Family Home Evenings (at least at our house) are not as well prepared as they should be and sometimes we combine the lesson and activity together. Still, the time spent together is worth all the trouble to pull something together. I know for those with teenagers it is sometimes difficult to get kids happy about participating, but our little kids LOVE Family Home Evening. We keep the lessons short to account for their attention spans and they adore the activities.  

Tonight we had a great Family Home Evening. I thought I would share what we did. We started with our prayer and then I asked the girls to sing a song they have been learning in church for the ward Christmas party. It is about how heavenly choirs must have had children and how they must have sung at his birth. It is a great song. They did a great job singing it.

For our lesson I read to the kids an email story sent to me by my cousin. It is about Santa coming and telling us to teach our children about Christmas and its true meaning. (I will paste the story to the end of this post so those who want to can have it). It goes over how so many of our Christmas traditions can point to the Savior if we look at them symbolically. 

After the lesson, we gathered together and made a gingerbread house out of a kit I bought at Costco. 
It was a fun time together. The kids loved it and Jon and I had fun too. Next, Jon sat to the piano and played a bunch of Christmas songs. Annie played Jingle Bells, We Wish You A Merry Christmas, and Jolly Old St. Nick on the violin, and we all sang. (The girls emptied the dishwasher while singing and I did the dinner dishes.)

By the end of the music it was time for bed so we had our closing/family prayer and put the kiddos down for the night. All in all, it was one of our better Family Nights. 

Family Home Evening may be a "Mormon" teaching, but it is a great idea for any family. The lessons can be whatever beliefs any parent holds. What is most important is that the program strengthens families. Even if it is just spending a night playing games together, the time spent together deepens family relationships. 

So whatever your beliefs may be, I challenge you all to pick a night and try spending a Family Home Evening with your family. Adapt it to your needs and situation. If you take the challenge, let me know how it goes. If you already do this, share one of your best Family Home Evening Ideas. I always love good FHE ideas!

Here is the email I got for those interested:

The Meaning of Christmas
Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened. I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room, and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree. He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out. "What are you doing?" I started to ask him.

The words choked in my throat, as I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone. Gone was the eager boisterous soul we all know. He then answered me with a simple statement, TEACH THE CHILDREN!

I was puzzled: What did he mean? He anticipated my question, and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree.

As I stood there bewildered, Santa said, Teach the Children! Teach them the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that a now-a-day Christmas has forgotten! 
Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a FIR TREE and placed it on the mantle. Teach the Children that the pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind. All the needles point heavenward, making it a symbol of man's thoughts turning toward heaven.

He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant STAR. Teach the Children that the star was the heavenly sign of promises long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star was the sign of fulfillment of that promise.

He then reached into the bag and pulled out a CANDLE. Teach the Children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded of He who displaces the darkness.

Once again he reached into his bag and then removed a WREATH and placed it on the tree.

Teach the Children that the wreath symbolizes the eternal nature of love. Real love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection.

He then pulled out from his bag an ornament of HIMSELF. Teach the Children that Santa Claus symbolizes the generosity and good will we feel during the month of December.

He reached in again and pulled out a HOLLY LEAF. Teach the Children the holly plant represents immortality. It represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly berries represent blood shed by Him.

Next he pulled out a GIFT from the bag and said, "Teach the Children that God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son. Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift. Teach the Children that the wise men bowed before the holy babe and presented Him with gold, frankincense, and myrrh. We should give gifts in the same spirit as the wise men."
Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a CANDY CANE and hung it on the tree. Teach the Children that the candy cane represents the shepherd's crook. The crook on the shepherd's staff helps bring back strayed sheep from the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper. 
He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL. Teach the Children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang 'Glory to God in the highest, on earth, peace and good will.'
Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from his bag he pulledout a BELL. Teach the Children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of a bell, it should bring people to the fold. The bell symbolizes guidance and return.
Santa looked at the tree and was pleased. He looked back at me and I saw the twinkle was back in his eyes. He said, "Remember, teach the  Children the true meaning of Christmas, and not to put me in the center, for I am but a humble servant of the One who is, and I bow down and worship Him, our Lord, our God."

Sunday, December 7, 2008

BOLT!

It is a rare event for me to go to a movie. I just think they are way too expensive and not worth the money usually. For most films, I wait for them to come out on video and if I still want to see them, I rent them. 

So I don't often do a movie review. But last night my sister invited us to go with her and her boys to the new Disney movie Bolt, and this is one I feel is worth reviewing.

The new Disney Animation Movie Bolt is great fun for the whole family. The story of a dog who believes he is the super hero he plays in his life as a TV star, Bolt, is a lovable character that even cat lovers can appreciate. 

While many animated films are only entertaining to the children in the audience, Bolt delivers solid laughs to audiences of all ages.  The writing is witty, the characters well developed, and the story both funny and touching in all the right parts.

The animation is incredible. I didn't even realize it was a cartoon for the first few moments of the film. The scenes of Las Vegas were spot on and very well illustrated. They even had images of the famous Welcome to Las Vegas sign that my great aunt designed. (It did however show this sign in the middle of the desert which has not been the case for about 20 years. It is now next to a huge shopping area known as Town Square.)

In all I would recommend Bolt to nearly everyone. Whether on the big screen or as a rental, this is one movie worth your time. My mother, sister, her 5 year old boys and my 7, 5 and 3 year old girls all loved the movie. There were a few loud somewhat scary scenes that had my 3 year old wide eyed and nervous but she was not crying and wanting to leave. But those prone to be scared by loud noises or scenes with intensity like were in the Incredibles fighting scenes should beware.

Bolt was a bit overshadowed in its release by the Twilight release. I also saw Twilight. I went in with low expectations and was very pleased at how much I enjoyed the movie. Still, Bolt should not be held in the shadow but will be an enduring classic in the Disney collection. If you saw the movie let me know what you think of it. 

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Stellilalagoogoos and the Christmas Flower

Stellilalagoogoos and the Christmas Flower

 

Once upon a time there was a little fairy named Stelli-LaLa-GooGoos. She was about this tall (show about 2 inches) and she lived in a magical forest in a little house with her mother. Throughout the forest there were beautiful flowers of all different colors. The fairies in the forest loved to drink the juice from the flowers. 

 

Everyday, Stellilalagoogoos went out exploring in the forest. She took her best straw with her to drink flower juice. One day she was out exploring and she saw, in one of the most remote part of the woods, an amazing, glittery, white flower with a broad stripe of red at the edge of each petal. It had a deep green stem and shimmery green leaves. It sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight.

 

Certainly this was the most beautiful flower Stellilalagoogoos had ever seen. So, she decided to have a drink. She got her straw (hold up a fist) and she stuck it down into the middle of the flower (slam your fist against the open palm of your other hand). And then she started to suck up some juice (put your lips to the top of the fist and make sucking noises).

 

At first it tasted like warm gingerbread then, fresh whip cream. Next it began to taste like rich hot chocolate with whip cream and hot buttered toast strips. This taste then faded into warm sugar cookies. Finally the juice began to get sweetly minty like a wonderful candy cane. All this rich warm sweet juice made Stellilalagoogoos very sleepy. She fell quietly asleep on the petals of this glittery yummy flower.

 

Stellilalagoogoos slept long and deeply with images of sugarplums dancing in her head. When she awoke she felt warm and full. She looked over the edge of the flower’s petals and what she saw took her breath away. There beneath the flower were beautifully wrapped packages with bows and tags on them.

 

Quickly, Stellilalagoogoos flew down to the packages to see what was written on the tags. Each package had a tag told for whom the package was intended. Stellilalagoogoos flitted around from package to package searching for one with her name on it. She found one for her mother. She found one for her friend Jackimorgan. She found one for her neighbor Hughberkbunk. She even found one for Sabannieblanch, the ornery old lady who lived in the furthest tree in town. In fact, she found a present there for every person in the fairy village, except her.

 

There was no present for Stellilalagoogoos. Stellilalagoogoos was very sad. It didn’t seem fair that everyone got a present but her. Still she wondered what was in the packages and there was no one nearby to open theirs. Nobody in town even knew there were presents waiting. Stellilalagoogoos decided she would just have to deliver the presents.

 

First she took Jackimorgan his. He was so excited to get a package. He ripped the paper off and found a train set. “Oh just the thing I wanted most in the world!” he said. He gave Stellilalagoogoos a giant hug and thanked her over and over with a smile on his face that lit up the whole room. It made Stellilalagoogoos feel warm inside to see her friend so happy.

 

One by one, Stellilalagoogoos delivered the presents to each person in the fairy village. Each person got the thing they wanted most in the world. Her neighbor Hughberkbunk got speedy ice skates, and her best friend Nikkibuff got real makeup.

 

Stellilalagoogoos had been a bit nervous to take the ornery old lady Sabannieblanch her package. But as soon as Sabannieblanch saw the package her whole face changed from a sour expression to surprise and wonder. Her present had been a doll she had wanted ever since she was a tiny little fairy girl. She cried when she saw it and gave Stellilalagoogoos a big hug and a kiss on her forehead. She told Stellilalagoogoos to come over to visit anytime.

 

With each delivery, Stellilalagoogoos found her heart feeling warmer and warmer, happier and happier. It was so much fun to see what was in each person’s package and she loved making them so happy.

 

The last package Stellilalagoogoos delivered was to her mother. When Stellilalagoogoos handed the small, golden wrapped package, her mother got a big smile on her face. “I see you have found the Christmas flower today,” said her mother.

 

“Christmas flower?” asked Stellilalagoogoos. “Is that what that red and white flower is called?”

 

“Oh yes,” replied her mother. “And you are very lucky to have found it. It only blooms one day a year and often no one finds it. When someone does and drinks from its nectar, everyone in the town gets the best gifts.”

 

“Well almost everyone,” said Stellilalagoogoos, remembering that she did not get a package. “There wasn’t a gift for me.”

 

“Oh yes, there was a gift for you,” said her mother. “It may not have been wrapped in a box or had a tag but you got the best gift of all.”

 

Stellilalagoogoos was confused. But her mother did not explain. Instead she opened her package. Inside was a beautiful golden locket. It had a picture of Stellilalagoogoos on one side and a picture of her mother on the other. “Just what I have always wanted,” said her mother. “Now even when you are not at home I can always hold you close to my heart.”

 

Stellilalagoogoos’ mother gave her the biggest tightest hug of all. Just then, Stellilalagoogoos realized what her present was. She got to spend a whole day making everyone in town happy. She got to play Santa for everyone she knew. “You know Mama,” said Stellilalagoogoos, “I think you are right. I think I did get the best gift of all. Today has taught me that the best gift of all is the gift of giving.”

Friday, December 5, 2008

Thanks for the Ideas

I think Jon enjoyed his birthday. We took a few of the ideas given. Thank you for them. There were lots of great ones to which I am sure I will refer in future years. I wrote a play about Jon's life and the girls performed it for him. They were really cute and I got the whole thing on video. 

At his request, I made coconut cream pie instead of banana cream. He was in the mood for something new. It turned out great I guess. He is the only one in our family who likes coconut so he is eating the whole pie by himself piece by piece, day by day. He has mentioned how yummy it was about 4 times since he had the first piece so I guess he liked it. If you want the recipe, it is on foodnetwork.com. It is Emril's best coconut cream pie.

Then after the kids went to bed he hopped in the hot tub for a bit and then I gave him a relaxing back massage. He loves massages and I rarely ever give them so that was a special treat.

Thanks again for the ideas. I am working on a Stellilalagoogoo story for tomorrow. I have told it to my girls a couple of nights in a row now working out the fine details. It is a Christmas version. I will try to write it up tomorrow in time for anyone who wants to tell it to their kids for bedtime tomorrow. It is one of my favorite that I have made up so far. Watch for it tomorrow.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Thirty Five


Thirty five years ago my mother in law gave birth to a baby boy. Today I send a huge thank you out to her for her sacrifice in bearing, and her even greater sacrifice (if all the stories his siblings tell are true) of raising, my sweet husband  -- Jonathan McKay Waite.

And now for one of the many ideas people gave me. I will share 35 things I love about Jonathan.

35) He is silly. As seen in the photo above. He keeps things lighthearted around here and balances out my seriousness.
34) He is sensitive to others. Shortly after we met I took his roommates and him on a drive to go see the changing leaves in Provo Canyon. On the way I put in a mix tape of music that I had gotten from my very recently ex boyfriend. The boys started making fun of the music. I got very quiet, regretting my decision to invite these boys, but saying nothing. They were still making fun of the music on our way home. One of them was trying to include Jonathan in the jokes and fun. He had stopped participating. Finally, he turned to his roommate and said, "Stephanie is not laughing. So I am not going to be making fun of it anymore." I knew then which of the boys in the car was worth my attention.
33) He loves children. Here is a photo of him playing with my friend's daughter, Savannah. She preferred to play with him than any of the rest of us the weekend they came to visit. Even though he had to work, he was happy to take time out and spend it with her. 

32) He plays the piano. I love his talent. It is the first thing that really made me notice him and cemented in my mind who he was. We had met several times but every time I reintroduced myself and then thought, "oh yeah, I think we met." Once at a party I was having I saw him turn up  the classical music playing on my stereo. I found that odd for a guy so I went over. He was commenting on how slowly the pianist played Fantasy Impromtu by Chopin. "Like you could play it," I commented. "Actually, I can," he responded. I totally did not believe him. That Sunday in Gospel Doctrine someone started playing the piano for an opening hymn. I couldn't see who it was behind the tall piano but turned to my roommate and said, "WHO is THAT, and how can I get to know HIM?" She told me it was Jonathan Waite. "Oh," I said. "Maybe he really can play that piece." I never had to ask his name again.
31) He works hard to make sure I am happy. Even when we argue and even when I am totally at fault it kills him to see me cry and he would move heaven or earth to make it all better for me. Once when we were engaged (I lived in DC and he lived in LA) we got in a fight over the phone one night. The next morning he called to make up. I was still mad at him and my feelings were still hurt. I was not being very understanding. Suddenly as we were talking on the phone there was a knock on the door. I answered to find Jon standing there with cell in hand. He had flown overnight to be there in person to make up.
30) He is smart - really smart. I have always considered myself pretty smart. I am so glad to be married to someone who I admire intellectually. He is one of the few men I ever dated that I felt was smarter than I am.
29) He has beautiful eyes. He is the source of Camille's eyes. Need I say more?
28) He has wonderful hands. They are strong and yet handsome. And they make beautiful music on that piano. I love to hold this man's hand.
27) He honors his priesthood. I love that Jonathan sees himself as the servant of the Lord in his position as the head of our home and in his callings. He always is quick to emphasize "ministration" as being more more imperative than "administration."
26) He reads my blog. 
25) He is a good provider. He works really hard to provide well for our family. He sacrifices so much personally to make sure he can do this. He is a hard worker and is not a quitter even in times when he has hated his job. 
24) He is by the book on gospel subjects. I love that he doesn't go off on his own theories about crazy, unessential, gospel topics. 
23) He is obedient to the promptings of the Lord. Jon didn't like me as anything more than a friend for the first 2 years we knew each other. I could see that our relationship could be the foundation for so much more. Still he had not interest. I always said it would take an act of God for him to like me. And I knew that if the Lord ever told him to date me, Jon would do it whether he wanted to or not. Well, that is pretty much what happened. One night Jon felt the prompting that he should date me. Despite his lack of interest he was obedient. Then on our second weekend of dates (we were on separate coasts) the act of God came. In a 24 hour period, and by total miracle, Jon fell crazy in love with me. We got engaged the next week.
22) He is quick to apologize. Even when he isn't at fault.
21) He is teachable. There are things about him that earlier in our marriage I have told him were not cool. I notice that he works really hard to better himself in these areas. Many he has completely stopped doing.
20) He makes really really REALLY cute girls. When we were single, one day I was playing a game with a friend. Who in our ward would make really cute kids if they married? Who would make really ugly kids? Well my only answer for the second question was me and Jon Waite. I told Jon this when we were engaged. He assured me this was a total impossibility. He COULDN"T make ugly kids, he said. It wasn't possible. Boy was he right on that one.
19) He is willing to do things he hates to show love. He squeezed pomegranates with us this year - JUST because he loves me.
18) He loves to travel just like I do.
17) He is an incredible Dad. He knows how to take care of our kids as well I do. He is great about spending time with his girls and showing them he loves them.
16) He has many of the same interests as I do. We enjoy the same type of "dates."
15) He has a great smile.
14) He has a really nice back side. :)
13) He is a great gift giver. I have never been disappointed by a gift from him. Some birthdays he has been able to totally turn my day from a bummer into wonderful with a gift he has given me.
12) He is patient with me. 
11) He loves my cooking. 
10) I admire him.
9) He reminds me about what is important in life.
8) He likes different desserts than me. This is great because I am never tempted by his treats and I generally get my treats all to myself. :0)
7) He has a strong testimony of the Savior, the gospel, and the prophet. I never have to feel like I am pulling him to follow the Savior.
6) He is honest. Good or bad, flattering or not, he is always honest. I know this about him and so I trust him completely. 
5) He has integrity. If he says he is going to do something, he does it. He is careful and honest in his business dealings and works hard to make sure he doesn't take advantage of others in any way.
4) He is thrifty in all the right ways and spendy in all the right ways (for me that is). He is debt phobic like me and is cheap in what he will spend of lots of things but he never gets mad at me for any money I spend. (Not that I am a big spender either.) He also is willing to spend money if we have it on things that are important and will be a lasting investment.
3) He always makes me feel beautiful, even when I don't feel it looking in the mirror.
2) He makes me laugh. He is not only silly but he is also funny. I adore his humor.
1) He is truly my very best friend and I would rather just BE with him than with anyone else on this earth.

Happy Birthday my dear Jonathan. I love you. Thank you for sharing this wonderful, terrible, crazy, and dynamic ride we call life with me and for loving me through it all.
Stephanie

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Not to Be Outdone

OK, I just read my wife's recent post. And I have NOT read any comments. SO, not to be outdone, I am making the same request with the same guidelines she made in her request. Any ideas for me? What can I do for her birthday?? I promise to not read her comments so make sure we have uniques ideas on each side -- I don't want to come to the party with both of us holding hearts made out of popsicle sticks. Come to think of it (after picturing me making crafts out of household stuff) -- I don't care if it costs $$ as long as it's not over the top.

Elder Wirthlin's Wisdom

With the passing last night of Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin, the oldest member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, I am reflective today. I have taken great strength from the talk he gave in conference just 2 short months ago. It has been a mantra for me since then. In his memory, I post it here in its entirety. Read, and hopefully you will be as inspired as I was hearing it.

Come What May, and Love It

Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin 
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

The way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life.

Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin

When I was young I loved playing sports, and I have many fond memories of those days. But not all of them are pleasant. I remember one day after my football team lost a tough game, I came home feeling discouraged. My mother was there. She listened to my sad story. She taught her children to trust in themselves and each other, not blame others for their misfortunes, and give their best effort in everything they attempted.

When we fell down, she expected us to pick ourselves up and get going again. So the advice my mother gave to me then wasn’t altogether unexpected. It has stayed with me all my life.

“Joseph,” she said, “come what may, and love it.”

I have often reflected on that counsel.

I think she may have meant that every life has peaks and shadows and times when it seems that the birds don’t sing and bells don’t ring. Yet in spite of discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result.

There may be some who think that General Authorities rarely experience pain, suffering, or distress. If only that were true. While every man and woman on this stand today has experienced an abundant measure of joy, each also has drunk deeply from the cup of disappointment, sorrow, and loss. The Lord in His wisdom does not shield anyone from grief or sadness.

For me, the Lord has opened the windows of heaven and showered blessings upon my family beyond my ability to express. Yet like everyone else, I have had times in my life when it seemed that the heaviness of my heart might be greater than I could bear. During those times I think back to those tender days of my youth when great sorrows came at the losing end of a football game.

How little I knew then of what awaited me in later years. But whenever my steps led through seasons of sadness and sorrow, my mother’s words often came back to me: “Come what may, and love it.”

How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can’t—at least not in the moment. I don’t think my mother was suggesting that we suppress discouragement or deny the reality of pain. I don’t think she was suggesting that we smother unpleasant truths beneath a cloak of pretended happiness. But I do believe that the way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life.

If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness.

Over the years I have learned a few things that have helped me through times of testing and trial. I would like to share them with you.


Learn to Laugh

The first thing we can do is learn to laugh. Have you ever seen an angry driver who, when someone else makes a mistake, reacts as though that person has insulted his honor, his family, his dog, and his ancestors all the way back to Adam? Or have you had an encounter with an overhanging cupboard door left open at the wrong place and the wrong time which has been cursed, condemned, and avenged by a sore-headed victim?

There is an antidote for times such as these: learn to laugh.

I remember loading up our children in a station wagon and driving to Los Angeles. There were at least nine of us in the car, and we would invariably get lost. Instead of getting angry, we laughed. Every time we made a wrong turn, we laughed harder.

Getting lost was not an unusual occurrence for us. Once while heading south to Cedar City, Utah, we took a wrong turn and didn’t realize it until two hours later when we saw the “Welcome to Nevada” signs. We didn’t get angry. We laughed, and as a result, anger and resentment rarely resulted. Our laughter created cherished memories for us.

I remember when one of our daughters went on a blind date. She was all dressed up and waiting for her date to arrive when the doorbell rang. In walked a man who seemed a little old, but she tried to be polite. She introduced him to me and my wife and the other children; then she put on her coat and went out the door. We watched as she got into the car, but the car didn’t move. Eventually our daughter got out of the car and, red faced, ran back into the house. The man that she thought was her blind date had actually come to pick up another of our daughters who had agreed to be a babysitter for him and his wife.

We all had a good laugh over that. In fact, we couldn’t stop laughing. Later, when our daughter’s real blind date showed up, I couldn’t come out to meet him because I was still in the kitchen laughing. Now I realize that our daughter could have felt humiliated and embarrassed. But she laughed with us, and as a result, we still laugh about it today.

The next time you’re tempted to groan, you might try to laugh instead. It will extend your life and make the lives of all those around you more enjoyable.


Seek for the Eternal

The second thing we can do is seek for the eternal. You may feel singled out when adversity enters your life. You shake your head and wonder, “Why me?”

But the dial on the wheel of sorrow eventually points to each of us. At one time or another, everyone must experience sorrow. No one is exempt.

I love the scriptures because they show examples of great and noble men and women such as Abraham, Sarah, Enoch, Moses, Joseph, Emma, and Brigham. Each of them experienced adversity and sorrow that tried, fortified, and refined their characters.

Learning to endure times of disappointment, suffering, and sorrow is part of our on-the-job training. These experiences, while often difficult to bear at the time, are precisely the kinds of experiences that stretch our understanding, build our character, and increase our compassion for others.

Because Jesus Christ suffered greatly, He understands our suffering. He understands our grief. We experience hard things so that we too may have increased compassion and understanding for others.

Remember the sublime words of the Savior to the Prophet Joseph Smith when he suffered with his companions in the smothering darkness of Liberty Jail: “My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;

“And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes.”1

With that eternal perspective, Joseph took comfort from these words, and so can we. Sometimes the very moments that seem to overcome us with suffering are those that will ultimately suffer us to overcome.


The Principle of Compensation

The third thing we can do is understand the principle of compensation. The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude.

One of the blessings of the gospel is the knowledge that when the curtain of death signals the end of our mortal lives, life will continue on the other side of the veil. There we will be given new opportunities. Not even death can take from us the eternal blessings promised by a loving Heavenly Father.

Because Heavenly Father is merciful, a principle of compensation prevails. I have seen this in my own life. My grandson Joseph has autism. It has been heartbreaking for his mother and father to come to grips with the implications of this affliction.

They knew that Joseph would probably never be like other children. They understood what that would mean not only for Joseph but for the family as well. But what a joy he has been to us. Autistic children often have a difficult time showing emotion, but every time I’m with him, Joseph gives me a big hug. While there have been challenges, he has filled our lives with joy.

His parents have encouraged him to participate in sports. When he first started playing baseball, he was in the outfield. But I don’t think he grasped the need to run after loose balls. He thought of a much more efficient way to play the game. When a ball was hit in his direction, Joseph watched it go by and then pulled another baseball out of his pocket and threw that one to the pitcher.

Any reservations that his family may have had in raising Joseph, any sacrifices they have made have been compensated tenfold. Because of this choice spirit, his mother and father have learned much about children with disabilities. They have witnessed firsthand the generosity and compassion of family, neighbors, and friends. They have rejoiced together as Joseph has progressed. They have marveled at his goodness.


Trust in the Father and the Son

The fourth thing we can do is put our trust in our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ.

“God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son.”2 The Lord Jesus Christ is our partner, helper, and advocate. He wants us to be happy. He wants us to be successful. If we do our part, He will step in.

He who descended below all things will come to our aid. He will comfort and uphold us. He will strengthen us in our weakness and fortify us in our distress. He will make weak things become strong.3

One of our daughters, after giving birth to a baby, became seriously ill. We prayed for her, administered to her, and supported her as best we could. We hoped she would receive a blessing of healing, but days turned into months, and months turned into years. At one point I told her that this affliction might be something she would have to struggle with the rest of her life.

One morning I remember pulling out a small card and threading it through my typewriter. Among the words that I typed for her were these: “The simple secret is this: put your trust in the Lord, do your best, then leave the rest to Him.”

She did put her trust in God. But her affliction did not disappear. For years she suffered, but in due course, the Lord blessed her, and eventually she returned to health.

Knowing this daughter, I believe that even if she had never found relief, yet she would have trusted in her Heavenly Father and “[left] the rest to Him.”


Conclusion

Although my mother has long since passed to her eternal reward, her words are always with me. I still remember her advice to me given on that day long ago when my team lost a football game: “Come what may, and love it.”

I know why there must be opposition in all things. Adversity, if handled correctly, can be a blessing in our lives. We can learn to love it.

As we look for humor, seek for the eternal perspective, understand the principle of compensation, and draw near to our Heavenly Father, we can endure hardship and trial. We can say, as did my mother, “Come what may, and love it.” Of this I testify in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Ideas Please?

So my husband's birthday is this week and mine is later in the month. We already have plans to spend a weekend alone as our birthday present to each other. So I am not spending any money on Jonathan for his actual birthday.

Still, I want to do something special for him on his actual birthday. I already plan to make his favorite birthday dessert-my grandmother's banana cream pie. But you all did such an awesome job with ideas for Christmas, I thought I would ask for ideas for birthdays. I am sure we all can use some great ideas for how to make a birthday special without spending money.

So if you have a great idea or have done a fabulous birthday surprise using no money, care to share? I look forward to the ideas! And Jon if you read this ... please don't read the comments till after your birthday :).

Monday, December 1, 2008

Man and Woman

Okay, last question from the other week to answer. It was about why only men hold the priesthood.  Here I will quote the question:

"I still don't understand why only men can receive the priesthood & higher levels of... whatever-ness? I don't know the right word for it. Certainly not spirituality... maybe "ranks"? With elder and all that... deacon, teacher, priest, elder... 

Well, anyways, whatever the right word is, I still don't understand why only men can get it. How do women get to feel people's spirits in a way that men don't? I am not trying to be rude, I just really don't understand... I grew up with both men and women pastors so it is unusual to me to see different roles for men & women in a church."

I am not sure my answer will "satisfy" this asker. Like I said previously, it is only the Lord's answer that ever really satisfies us and helps us know things fully. But I will explain a few things more fully.

First, the "whatever-ness" referred to are offices in the priesthood. They are like levels. Worthy young men get the Aaronic Priesthood and are ordained to the office of a deacon at 12. They can do certain things with this level or priesthood like pass the sacrament at church. At 14 they can receive the office of teacher. They can still do all the things a deacon can do and also do the things a teacher can do. At 16, they can be ordained a priest and can serve in more ways like blessing the sacrament at church. Adult men can in time and through worthiness be ordained with greater and higher offices of the priesthood. 

Without going into a full lesson on the offices of the priesthood, I will move on to give my thoughts on the real question here. Why do only men get it? I am going to ask you to ponder a question and see if it can help give you an answer. Why can only women play such a uniquely intimate and integral role in the bringing forth of life? Only women can grow life within them and feel the emotions and physical sensations that accompany that role. Only women are given of God the ability to sustain the life of the newborn through nursing. 

The world greatly underestimates the power and importance of the office and calling women have been divinely given as mothers. This is a power afforded to women alone. No man can ever fully be a mother. Many are loving and kind but there is a unique feeling of love that a mother has with her child. It is through motherhood that women are able to feel of another spirit in a way a man cannot.

I do not say this to demean the role of fatherhood. It is also vital to a child and holds it own unique feelings. Still fathers miss out on the bond inherit in being part of the creating process for such an extended period of time and in such a life altering way.

The Lord says in the scriptures through Paul that "neither is the man without the woman, neither the woman without the man, in the Lord." The Lord wants man and woman to be united together and these two together make each other whole. He has made us dependent upon each other by giving each of us different keys that are both necessary and equally powerful. 

If a woman could also hold the priesthood, how unequal would that be? God has given men the priesthood to help equalize their opportunities for service with that of women particularly in their roles as mother.

I think if we had even the slightest glimpse of how our Father in Heaven really feels about motherhood we would feel that men are by far getting the shorter end of the stick in this division of blessings. 

I can see how this can seem unequal or foreign growing up in a church where church pastors were both male and female. But this is another example of that parable I referred to where we are raised in a culture that is different from others and definitely all of our cultures are different from God's. 

That is why only God can help us satisfy our need for understanding because only He can help us know His culture and His understanding of things. But I hope my answer at least gave some food for thought on the issue.