tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90979791209066841082024-03-13T13:44:15.472-07:00.Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.comBlogger408125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-27604253407316379092015-04-08T21:29:00.002-07:002015-04-08T21:36:56.733-07:00I'm Going Home! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the house we are purchasing in American Fork. We close in two weeks and Emma is thrilled to be once again closer to her friends. She has been a trooper the past 6 months and is now looking forward to moving back close to her friends. I am feeling excited to be back near my friends as well and to be back in my old stake. </div>
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I have also found myself a bit sad to leave the Orem house behind. Lots of great memories have been created here and so many wonderful people I have met. It has become rather bittersweet. I know we are doing the right thing, but it will be another adjustment. John has not moved in over 22 years so he has a lot more change ahead of him than Emma or I do. Should be interesting :) Here's to looking forward! </div>
Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-66243887168797702912014-09-27T16:14:00.003-07:002014-09-27T16:29:45.429-07:00Our StoryI have had number of people ask me about John and our story. It is quite remarkable and because there has been so much interest, I have decided to record it onto my blog. <br />
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In August of 2013 I was in the middle of a divorce and my attorney at the time was Dorothy Gillespie. She was/is amazing and I felt that I had been led to her and knew that she was the right person to represent me. I also had told my mom and Dayna on multiple occasions that when this entire process was complete, that I felt that Dorothy and I would be great friends. We just clicked. <br />
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Anyway, one morning while at work in August 2013, I was notified that Dorothy had unexpectedly passed away while hiking with her husband in southern Utah. I was devastated and my heart ached for her family. In the weeks that following I bought a sympathy card to send and had the thought that I needed to write a letter to the family and share an experience Dorothy and I had had prior to a hearing just a few weeks eariler. One evening I was home alone and decided that I needed to get this letter complete, so I said a prayer that somehow the words would come and in the minutes that followed, this is what poured out of my heart:<br />
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<i>Dear Gillespie Family,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You do not know who I am, but I wanted to take some time
to let you know how much I appreciated your wife and what am impact she had on
my life. She was my attorney for a
divorce that I have been going through (and am continuing to try to finalize
with Shirl LeBaron since Dorothy’s passing) and I have no doubt that I was led
to her as she was truly an angel to me.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Last March, while searching for an attorney, my sister
saw her name on a list of attorneys with the Utah State Bar and asked me to
look at her profile. I did, and as soon
as I read about her I knew she was who was supposed to represent me. I got in touch with her and thankfully, she
accepted my case. During the past few
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<i>I wanted to share with you a special experience I had
with her that touched me deeply and one that I will never forget. Last July we attended a hearing to try to get
some temporary orders in place.
Specifically, we were asking for physical custody of my 14 year old
daughter. Before the hearing we stepped
into a small room off the courtroom to discuss a few items. While in this room I felt impressed to ask
Dorothy if we could have a prayer. I
knew it was not orthodox, but also felt that I needed all the help I could
get. She agreed, and I offered the prayer
and both of us cried while I plead with our Heavenly Father that this hearing
would work out so that my daughter’s needs could be met. I will never forget that moment and the love
and support that I felt from her. She
was simply amazing and the spirit in that room was extremely strong and powerful. Thankfully, the hearing turned out as we had
hoped and looking back I know that that prayer was a large reason why. Although I spoke, emailed and texted Dorothy
many times throughout the following weeks, that was the last time I saw her in
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<i>Having known her for just a few short months and knowing
how she impacted my life, it makes it even harder for me to comprehend the loss
you must be feeling. My prayers are with
you and your family and I pray that somehow you will find comfort in knowing
that she provided me with a large amount of peace during a very difficult
time. I miss her but will always
remember her as someone who touched my life in a very powerful, positive way
and I will also always hold that experience in that small room as an impressive
reminder of her goodness and love. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Sincerely,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Dawna Williamson</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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I sealed the letter, addressed it, placed a stamp on it and sent it on it's way-- never to think of it again. At least that is what I initially thought. </div>
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Time went on and last April as I was going on in my life, John (Dorothy's widowed husband) was having a rather difficult day. At the end of that particular day he was feeling quite depressed and went to bed feeling very down. He woke in the middle of the night and began to "talk" to his wife, Dorothy. During the "conversation" Dorothy told him that he needed to look up Dawna. He got onto Dorothy's laptop the next day and found my contact information. The only thing that really stood out to him was that I worked at MissionaryMall. He tucked the information away and didn't really think about it again. </div>
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Anyway, more time passed and we both were just going on with our lives, neither one of us having any desire to remarry as we had plans of our own that included our children and did not include marriage to anyone for many, many years. In mid-July John ended up visiting his sister in law and her husband who were serving in the Rochester New York mission, which includes Palmyra and upon returning home went to work on a sprinkler head at the 4-plex. He decided that he needed a part and began to drive to south Orem to BJ Plumbing. While driving he heard a voice say that he needed to stop at MissionaryMall. He immediately knew what that prompting was about, and said "No...I am going to BJ Plumbing." Once again he heard the voice and then decided that he would go to BJ Plumbing and then to MissionaryMall. He finished his errand and turned his car to head home when again, the voice came saying "You said you were going to MissionaryMall!". He repented, turned his car into the correct direction, and then drove to MissionaryMall. </div>
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Now keep in mind that we had never met. The only thing he knew about me was that I had sent the letter and where I worked. He was dressed in work clothes and has since said that he felt very conscious of his attire. Rather funny, because I did not even notice. Anyway, he came into the store and asked one of the salesman if Dawna Williamson worked there. He said yes and then John asked if he could speak to me. The young man back peddled a bit, trying to protect me, stating that he did not know if I was there and that he needed to go check. Lucas (the salesman) came back to my desk and told me that a "John Gillespie" was here to see me. It took me a minute to register who "John Gillespie" was, but I soon remembered that was the name of Dorothy's widowed husband. I was excited to meet someone who knew Dorothy and quickly found him out on the salesfloor. He was quite nice and we talked a bit (I honestly do not even remember much of the conversation -just that he was extremely tall and I was extremely short) but it ended with John asking if he could take me to lunch. I told him I would like that and then he left - without my contact information. </div>
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A few days passed and out of the blue I received an email from him asking if this was a valid email address for Dawna Williamson. I replied that yes, it was, and provided my phone number, which was a good thing because the phone number Dorothy had listed was not in use anymore. Evidentally, John had sent a text message to that old phone and never received a reply. Good thing he is tenacious :) We set up a date for July 24th to have lunch. The day arrived and we had our lunch. John felt that things had gone well and I did not. I felt that things were just a bit "off" and was not interested in having another date. Thankfully, once again, John did not give up. He emailed and texted me in the days that followed and finally convinced me to meet him one more time in person. I decided that I could do that - so we set up a date for the following Wednesday evening at the park across from the Alpine Tabernacle. Wednesday evening came and I had every intention to say goodbye, but something shifted as he spoke. As I sat across from him just listening to what he was saying, I felt myself being pulled in. </div>
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Some background: A few weeks prior to meeting John, I had had a conversation with my mom and she had asked me what would be my number one quality that I would look for in a possible future husband. After some thought I had said "He would need to have a close, personal relationship with the Savior". Well, as I sat there I began to see that was indeed to case with John. I could see that he had a lot of spiritual depth and that really intrigued me. He then asked if I would be willing to go for a drive. I sat there and thought for a minute and then agreed. He took me to his 4-plex and showed me some of the concrete work he had been working on. He also took me into the back yard and showed me his garden, part of which consisted of apple trees. I could clearly see that the trees had been tended too and that they were pruned and had the beginnings of producing good fruit, and that impressed me. He then asked if we could go one more place. I agreed and within a few minutes found myself sitting in front of his home. </div>
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The feeling I had while looking at the front of that home is something that is hard for me to explain. The closest words that I can think of are peaceful and reverent. It was quite an emotional view as I sat in his truck and I wasn't sure how to react to what I was feeling. John then lead me to the back yard and then I really knew I was in trouble. I felt as if I was entering hallowed ground and in the corner of the yard was a small chicken coop (complete with chickens!). Crazy as that sounds, those chickens brought tears to my eyes. Thankfully, it was getting dark at this point so John had no idea how those animals affected me. I still do not really understand why the chickens pulled at my heart so much, but nevertheless, they did. As I was in that back yard I felt like I was "home", everything had changed and I knew I needed to give John another chance. </div>
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I still do not know why I had the feelings I did on our initial date, but I do know that John and I have been led to each other. Too many miracles have transpired for either of us to deny that Heavenly Father (and Dorothy) has had a hand in our coming together. And while neither of us had any intention of re-marrying for <i>at least </i>a few years, we have fallen in love and have been sufficiently humbled to the point that we were married on September 18, 2014. </div>
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John tells me all the time that all of this is "my fault" and I guess there really is some truth to that. If I had not felt impressed to send that letter over a year ago, none of this would ever have happened. I am so grateful that I listened and obeyed and that he in turn listened and obeyed while driving to BJ Plumbing. It really is true that by "...small and simple things, great things come to pass..." </div>
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Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-91675667008572464342014-03-01T19:59:00.002-08:002014-03-02T06:46:16.028-08:00Photo Dump<div style="text-align: center;">
It has been a while since I have been on my blog and as I was going through some photos on my phone, I decided I needed to put some on here. So...here goes (in no particular order): </div>
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This first one is of a project Emma did in her Ceramics class. She told me she had to make a bear and when she brought it home, this is what she showed me - HOLY COW. For the first time ever attempting something like this, she blew me away. Girl has some talent!!! </div>
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This is what Emma eats EVERY morning for breakfast. I call it "The Usual". I can't believe how much food this gal can pack away and still stay so tiny. Must be all that soccer...</div>
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Emma had my phone one morning and after I dropped her off at school, this is what my screen showed. Little did she know that I needed to read verse 5 and 6 that day. Tender mercies...</div>
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Another picture I found on my phone...</div>
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Emma's birthday - we all went to Wallaby's for dinner and then to a BYU basket ball game. I am getting old and lazy and rather than baking cake for her birthday, I went to Craving's and bought a cupcake. Why haven't I thought of this before??? Genius, and I will definitely be doing this for all the birthdays from now on. </div>
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At the game later that night for Emma's birthday. I think Emma, Jenni and Tara spent more time taking pictures than actually watching the game :) </div>
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Emma started playing on a new soccer team a few of months ago. They are called Surf and she has had a great time getting to know her new teammates. We went to a tournament in Mesquite a couple of weeks ago and had the time of our lives. It was so nice to get away and just relax. </div>
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Emma getting warmed up before one of the games. </div>
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I took this picture to remind myself how pretty the red bluffs were against the soccer fields. It really was beautiful. Emma's team in on the left huddled. </div>
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Aubri in the tub :) I snapped this while watching her one Friday night so Tara and Austin could go on a date. Aubri and I had a lot of fun :) </div>
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Jaylee and her Daddy playing X-Box. Christopher, what kind of example are you setting??? Just kidding - I think this photo is darling :) </div>
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Josh being Josh...</div>
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I wonder if he actually WORKS while he is at work? :) </div>
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Ashlee and Emma skiing last season. I came across this photo and it made me laugh so I thought I would include it too. </div>
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And finally, this is a video of a cheer Emma taught some of her teammates at the semi-final game in Mesquite. We have no idea who these boys were, but they cheered right along with Emma and her friends. She is in the back, third from the right. It was hilarious watching them practice over and over until they finally got it right. </div>
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(Emma is pictures on the front row, left side, #16)<br />
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My life has pretty much evolved around soccer since April and although it has made things complicated (and expensive), it has been such a blessing for Emma. Last Spring she wrapped up playing for the independent team she has participated on since she was 6 yrs old. She has had the same coach that entire time and she was now at a place where it was time to see if she had what it takes to play with the "big girls" in high school.</div>
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Keep in mind that throughout all the previous years we had never had her play on a club team because of the expense and we knew that although it was a disadvantage, it was necessary. We just could not afford it. Thankfully, she has had coaches along the way that have taken her under their wings and made her stretch and grow. </div>
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She tried out for the high school team in August and came home every night (it was a three day process) stressed, scared and really not sure if she was going to make it. In the end, she was the only girl to make the team who had not played on a club team. I have told Emma many times what a testament to her talent that she would make it this far considering the number of girls that tried out (over 100) and her background when compared to the others that made the team. I am so proud of her. She worked her fanny off all summer and it definitely paid off. Here are some pictures from the past few months:</div>
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(below: Emma and Lauren with Kyle Beckerman who plays for RSL) </div>
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Emma and a teammate with Nate, one of the guest coaches at the high school summer camp</div>
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My favorite picture of Emma with Aryl, her coach since she very first began playing</div>
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The independent team she played on (Shockwave) with Aryl and West</div>
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The freshman girls who made the team </div>
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Grandchild #2 arrived last July and I am just now finding time to include her on my blog. Sad. She is perfect, adorable and beautiful in every way. Poor thing must get tired of being passed around at family functions, but she is a trooper. Christopher and Sam are great parents and you can tell that their world has shifted and she is now the center of it. As it should be :) I think she looks like Sam with Christopher's chubby cheeks that he had when he was a baby. Every time I see her I think she just gets cuter and cuter. Not sure how that is possible, but it is true. Here are a few photos of the little princess: </div>
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Jaylee a few days old...</div>
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The day Jaylee was blessed</div>
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Last night at the soccer game. She loved watching all the action and was snug as a bug and kept<i> me</i> warm. Because<i> I </i>definitely was not. </div>
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Jenni and I dropped Emma off at EFY this morning and I hope that she has the time of her life! She was able to go with her cousin, Abigail and when they arrived and found their room they discovered that the room is the<i> exact </i>room that Abigail's dad lived in while at BYU years ago. Weird but cool. Have fun Em! Can't wait to hear all about it :) </div>
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I have been neglecting my blog. So much has been going on in my life that it just seemed weird to put it all out there. Suffice it to say, I am in a really, really good place (physically, emotionally and spiritually) and have a great sense of peace. However, I do want to share some pictures so that I can have some kind of record of what has been happening the past 6 months or so. So here goes (in no particular order):</div>
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The picture above is at Stella's blessing (Kortney's little one). </div>
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Below is Josh. Oh Josh, always so silly and full of fun :) This was taken outside his apartment complex. I am so relieved that he did not fall through the ice! </div>
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Aubri Roo taken just before Valentine's Day. That girl loves her bling :) </div>
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This picture was taken the day after I moved. Dayna was down here helping me and her son, Pete (the tall one with glasses) surprised her and showed up too! </div>
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Aubri again just hanging out IN her Easter basket with her beloved puppy. </div>
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Emma and Cordell at the ski lodge. Thank you Jenni and Cordell for taking this girl -- she loved it! </div>
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Emma's picture she used to apply for Cave Council at school. And yes, she made it :) </div>
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Daisy and Buddy, Dayna's dogs. Buddy passed away a little bit ago and I just had to put this on here. I watched him a few times when Dayna and Peter were both out of town and loved this guy. I now glad that I gave him all those extra doggie treats...</div>
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Emma and I at temple square December 2012 (see? I told you they were out of order)</div>
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The picture we used of Aubri on Emma's campaign posters. Love her expression, or should I say, lack of? </div>
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This is a painting I saw a long time ago as a child and fell in love with. I am looking to get a copy framed and put in my kitchen in my new home. I love the colors, message and symbolism, not to mention the feeling of humility. LOVE! </div>
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Last week Emma had a great experience. She has been playing futsal for the past few weeks and her team ended up placing 4th in the league before the playoffs. They were the last seed in the tournament and a few nights before the semi-final game (against the #1 team) she confided in me that she really, really, really wanted to win the championship. Here is why: </div>
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Her team has played together for the past 6 years. They started out together in the recreational league and progressed over time to the league she plays in now. They have lost players, gained players and been smoked on the field at times and at other times, won big. However, they have never won a championship game in the playoffs. For some strange reason, this just never happened. </div>
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Anyone that knows Emma realizes how competitive this gal is. She plays to win. Period. She told me that she was tired of not feeling like her season was complete. She also told me that in Young Women's that week they talked about faith and that she had been thinking a lot about it. Her teacher told her that she just needed to believe, with nothing wavering. She needed to pray and do everything within her power and then turn it over to Heavenly Father. We talked about this for a while and she decided that she was going to put her faith to the test. She said that she was going to pray for her teammates and that she decided that she would totally believe in them and their ability as a team to win. So...the next few nights during our evening prayers, we prayed for that very thing. </div>
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The night of the semi-final game, Emma was nervous. Heavens,<i> I </i>was nervous. They were playing the #1 team who had beat them earlier that season (and was undefeated). I have to say that team was amazing and pretty intimidating. However, after the first few minutes, I knew that we were going to win. Emma's team scored 2 quick goals and they never looked back. The final was 5-2 and it was awesome :) Her team played like I have never seen them play before. It was incredible and a great testimony builder to Emma. </div>
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With that win it meant that they would play in the finals. Emma continued to pray that she would exercise her particle of faith and that they would once again play to the best of their ability. It came time for the final game and after the first few minutes I once again knew that Heavenly Father was answering that sweet girls prayer. Emma had come out and scored two quick goals and once again, they never looked back. She ended up scoring 4 of the 5 goals with the final score being 5-2 (again). It was awesome :) Those girls went nuts...jumping, hugging, screaming, smiling...it was so much fun to watch. All those years of hard work finally paying off. </div>
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Since that night I have thought a lot about this experience and what Emma learned. I honestly believe that even if they had not won both games that Emma would have had her faith grow. Soccer games come and go and honestly, winning or losing it would not have been earth shattering. However, I am grateful to my Heavenly Father for listening to this amazing girl's simple prayer. He taught her so many things and for that I am very grateful. </div>
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She learned that you just need a "particle" of faith and a pure desire and then miracles happen. This does not mean that everything will always work out for her and that whatever she prays for will happen, but it does mean that Heavenly Father is in control far more than she believed before. He is aware of her. He knows her heart and hears her prayers. </div>
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My prayer is that someday when she is down and wondering if she matters, she will remember these past few weeks and know, without a doubt, that He does know her name. He knows her heart and He hears her pleas. She is important. She is significant. And she is a champion -- both on the field and off. </div>
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Congratulations, Em! You earned it :) </div>
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(In the pic above, Emma is hiding behind Kylie. If you look really hard you can see her) </div>
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This is the first time I have been on my blog for a few months. I have had a lot going on and just did not feel like sharing everything with the world. But, I do want to share these fun pictures from Emma's birthday. We had a blast.<br />
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The day began with a surprise breakfast from Emma's friends and ended with a crazy, wild, fun party of 14 year olds. Thank you to Tara, Jenni, Cordell & Josh for all their help pulling this thing off. We could not have done it without you. Best part of the night? The candy bar game...especially when Cordell decided to make it "interesting" and threw in a $10 bill at the end. Those kids went nuts. We thought we had recorded it, but it never came through. Too bad, because it was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. </div>
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I have to say, I absolutely LOVE teenagers. They are so much fun and even funnier to listen to. Jenni & I were dying of laughter at the things these kids were saying. Great night :) Happy Birthday, Emma!!! </div>
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A couple of weeks ago Emma, Tara, Aubri, Jenni, Dayna and I all went to Disneyland. It was magical :) This was the first time Emma and I had ever been there and that made it even more fun. The only bad part about the trip was the weather...108 degrees with 78% humidity...nope, not a typo :/ Dayna and Jenni are the Disneyland queens and knew everything that we should do and when and how to do it. I could not have had a better experience. </div>
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Jenni, Emma, Tara and Aubri on It'sA Small World ride--Aubs loved it! </div>
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Emma with Eyore...kind of. We did not want to stand in line for a photo, so we got creative. Emma's hair is wet from the Splash Mountain ride. We told her she was lightest so she had to sit in front - ha! </div>
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Aubri devouring an ice cream treat. It was sooo hot and she was so good. </div>
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Waiting for one of the parades to begin in California Adventure. The parades and the shows were my favorite part of the trip. </div>
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Emma pushing Aubs through California Adventure. </div>
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Emma at the end of the first day. She was wiped out! Dayna and I outlasted all the young gals and ended up staying at the park from open to close everyday. </div>
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All decked out for Halloween...</div>
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The young Jedi in Training show...so cute. They called little kids from the audience to train to face Darth Vador in a fight at the end. One little gal burst into tears when she saw Darth Vador--so funny. </div>
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Emma and Jenni</div>
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Poor Aubri trying to cool off while she slept. She was such a trooper. </div>
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The last day there Dayna bought us matching t-shirts so we could look like twins. We got a lot of looks and by the end of the day it finally dawned on us that perhaps the looks were not because we looked like twins, but rather a "couple" --haha! We cracked up over that one. And yes, we both had fanny packs. We caught a lot of flack from the girls about our fanny packs, but even they admitted in the end that they were "necessary but not fashionable." Jenni and Emma were even asking to put stuff in mine. </div>
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Last night in the park by the castle. We looked wiped out and sweaty-eddie. </div>
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We finally received the pictures from Jenni & Cordell's wedding. Enjoy!</div>
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<br />Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-65590849910311444572012-08-18T08:55:00.000-07:002012-08-18T08:56:45.530-07:00Cahoots<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last weekend Josh participated in a mud run called "Cahoots". He found about it online and talked his friend, Darrell, into doing it with him. Evidently, you have to do this race in pairs. When Josh first told me about this I was a bit concerned. He is in decent shape, but holy cow, this was a RACE. He was not deterred and entered the race determined to just have fun. </div>
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They had to give their team a name and they came up with "White and Nerdy"..loved it. As you can possibly tell from Josh's shirt, bow tie and suspenders, he took the name seriously. </div>
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If you look at the pictures it is funny to note that they began with nice, clean, tidy clothing. They also had happy, energetic smiles. By the last couple of pictures, that image changes. Silly boys. (FYI: they finished in the middle of the pack of about 2,000 people) </div>
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Josh and Darryl holding on for dear life crossing one of the many obstacles they encountered. </div>
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Looking pretty tired...and finally, complete exhaustion. Notice how Josh's glasses are just dangling around his neck. He told me he was too tired to put them back on. When I asked if he planned to do it again, he replied "of course!" Love that boy! </div>
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Emma's soccer team is participating in a tournament this week in West Jordan. Today we had a game at 8 am and this is what the air/sky looked like - yuck. I wish the smoke would go away. You can hardly even see the mountains it is so soupy out there. </div>
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Love this picture of Emma waiting to return to the game after a short break. One more day of heat, smoke and sweat - that goes for me too, not just Emma. It is hard work <strike>yelling</strike> cheering on the sidelines ;) </div>
Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-41837801630316573332012-08-02T18:30:00.000-07:002012-08-02T18:40:53.791-07:00SeedsChristopher called me today with some great news. He received a message from his mission president telling him that a lady he had taught on his mission was finally being baptized this Saturday. She had somehow contacted President Sanchez and told him that she really wanted to talk to Christopher but did not have his contact information. President Sanchez passed along the information to Christopher and he called her earlier this afternoon.<br />
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Some background information: Christopher and his companion had found this lady while knocking on doors in 2007. I remember Christopher telling us all about her and her son, Mark. Unfortunately, she did not get baptized and he was rather sad about it. I had forgotten about them until Christopher called me today. <br />
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During their conversation, Jill (the lady) mentioned to Christopher that she still had the Book of Mormon that he had given her. Evidently it was one I sent him with my testimony in it to pass on to someone. She asked him who Dawna Williamson was? Ha! She told him that is the book she reads from all the time. I have a vague recollection of writing my testimony in that book and after I had sent it off, I completely forgot about it--until today. When Christopher told me this, it kind of choked me up. All I could think of was little seeds. He had planted little seeds and now five years later she is accepting the gospel and being baptized. Once again, small and simple things... <br />
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Yesterday we celebrated Josh's birthday. As you can tell by the pictures, our family gatherings always end up in the kitchen. I need a bigger kitchen. </div>
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(below - Josh blowing out candles on his brownies that Tara made. He did not want a cake-can't blame him)</div>
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(Christopher making Aubri laugh-she loves his Elmo voice)</div>
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Abigail took this great picture of my brown baby girl climbing a tree. When I saw it, it reminded me of my childhood and the many times Dayna and I would climb trees during the summer months. Simpler days, simpler times. I want to go back. </div>
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Emma was invited to Lake Powell this weekend by Casey Anne's parents and now my house is <i>really </i>quiet. Rachel (Casey's mom) sent me this picture early this morning as they were traveling. </div>
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Little gal already has her swimsuit on in anticipation of the water. Looks like she will be well rested for a fun afternoon on the lake. Have fun, Em... I miss you already. </div>Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-81645875970824380092012-07-05T10:55:00.002-07:002012-07-05T10:55:22.325-07:00Milo & Henry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet Milo & Henry. </div>
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These little guys are Maddie's latest kittens. </div>
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They were born on June 1, 2012 at 1:00 am...at least Henry was. </div>
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Not sure about Milo. He arrived sometime between 1:30 am and 6:30 am.</div>
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I actually had a dream a couple of weeks before they were born and in the dream she had her kittens the weekend that Jenni was to be married. I was a little stressed thinking that this would happen while we were all gone for the weekend. Maddie is really old and I wasn't sure she would make it through the birthing process. As Greg says, it is like a 90 year old woman giving birth. However she surprised us all and pulled through. </div>
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Anyway, my dream was right. They were born the night morning before the wedding. Around 11:00 pm Maddie started meowing like crazy and would not leave me alone. I realized this was going to be a long night, so I made her a comfortable bed in the family room and laid down with her and just kept petting her. Yep, I was her birthing coach. </div>
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Josh was there with me and to keep him busy I had him Googling "what happens to cats when they give birth". He was pretty grossed out. At one point I told him that he needed to take my place and help her breath (totally kidding). I told him to just go "hee hee whooo, hee hee whooo" hahahaha! He was not amused but I was giggling. </div>
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During this process Jenni got home and upon realizing what was happening began to dry heave. Serious? And then at 1:00 am when Maddie popped one out she really had issues. I can't wait to hear all about her first birthing experience someday. </div>
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These little dudes are now spunky little kittens. We already have a home for one and the other I will be positing on KSL. Thankfully I have never had a hard time finding homes for these critters. In the meantime, Aubri has discovered them. She loves to "crawl" over to them and <strike>squeeze </strike>pet them. Thankfully they can run a lot faster than she can crawl. </div>
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I cannot ever remember a summer with as many fires as we have had this year. Today a fire was started about 5 miles from our home - scary. The place it started was where we took our family pictures last fall. Crazy stuff. It is actually just a few blocks away from Tara's in-laws home. I am a little concerned about what tomorrow will bring with all the fireworks that will be lit. I for one, will not be purchasing ANY. Hopefully others will have the same mindset. </div>Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-50098629682843998222012-07-02T15:59:00.001-07:002012-07-02T16:01:35.791-07:00What A Difference A Color Can Make<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dayna and Peter recently painted the home they purchased last summer. The last few times I have been in Boise, Dayna has been showing me paint samples getting my opinion. When she showed me this one I feel in love with it. It makes me want to copy her and paint my home the same colors! </div>
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She debated about what color to paint the front door. One of her friends suggested eggplant purple - EEEKKKKK! I about had a heart-attack when she told me. She was adamant that she did not want black (I suggested that), so I mentioned ochre yellow. I love the black, but you know, I think the ochre yellow would have worked! I especially love how the new color makes the flower beds pop :) The picture above is 'BEFORE" and below is "AFTER"...much better...</div>
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Last night I was visiting with Marja after Pack Meeting and as our conversation progressed, I told her the following story. She told me that I needed to add it to my blog, so here goes...</div>
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Jenni and Cordell bought a condo just before they were married. It was dirt cheap and a great deal, so great in fact that I wasn't sure it was legit. However, when all was said and done it ended up being the deal of the century and they now have a cute little place to call home. </div>
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Jenni and Cordell had Greg and I come take a look before the sale was final. As we were going through the house I asked them if it had A/C. I could not see a unit anywhere. Jenni assured me that yes, it did have A/C. I remained unsure, but whatever...it wasn't my house. </div>
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After they were married they could not figure out why the A/C was not working. They had tried everything with the thermostat and still no luck. They had purchased a home warranty with the house so they decided that when they returned from Hawaii that they would have someone come out and see what was wrong with the air conditioning. </div>
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Upon returning from Hawaii and encountering 100 plus degree weather here in Utah, they contacted a repairman to come out and see what was up. He told Jenni on the phone that it was probably just something simple like a switch or something. I was still a little skeptical...</div>
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When the repairman arrived and inspected the home he discovered that the home did not have air conditioning. Surprise! ( at least to them haha ) Hmmm...no wonder it was not working ;) Jenni called me and could not figure out how that could of happened. I asked why she thought it had it and she said because on the inspection paper the little box by "air conditioner" was checked. Wow. Any of you reading this and know Jenni realize that this comment makes perfect sense to her. My concern is Cordell....I always thought this young man was pretty bright. Maybe not so much :) Or maybe she is just rubbing off on him. Either way, one of them should have figured this out. </div>
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But wait! The story gets better. Since they recently discovered that their home does not have A/C, Jenni and Cordell went out shopping for window units to get them through this summer (They plan to install a permanent system next Spring). While they were shopping, Jenni called me with some questions. She was wondering how many units they would need to buy. *Sigh* Really? All they needed to do was look to see how many square feet the unit cools and do the math comparing the square footage of their home. Not exactly rocket science -- at least for some people ;) </div>
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She was calling me during my conversation with Marja and we were both (Marja and I) dying of laughter by the time I hung up. Thus the encouragement by Marja to blog about this. Silly kids. </div>
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Last week Tara and Austin celebrated their 3 year anniversary and asked if I would watch Aubri overnight for them. Sure! I had her almost 24 hours straight and she was an angel. I cannot get over what a good little baby she is. </div>
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I took her for a walk, played outside with her, sat on the porch where we watched people go by, read books, played patty cake, gave her a bath and many more other silly things that I do not normally do anymore. It was great. </div>
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My favorite thing I did with her was snuggling. There is nothing that can make the world stand still quicker than to hold a sweet, innocent baby and watch her slowly go to sleep. When she got tired, she just nestled into my arms. So sweet. She went to sleep at 7 pm, woke up for one hour around 9:30 pm and then went right back to sleep until 5:00 am. When she woke up at 5:00 am it was because she was cold so I brought her into my bed where she cuddled right up to me and went right back to sleep until 8:30 am. (the picture above is when she was in my bed. Not sure how comfortable that position was, but she did not seem to mind too much so I left her). </div>
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Yes, I was tired the next day --not sure why other than I am just plain OLD, but it was worth it. I can't wait to have more sleepovers with more grandchildren someday. Did you get that Christopher and Jenni??? </div>Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-44805219080301125112012-06-20T17:08:00.001-07:002012-06-20T17:09:34.255-07:00My Be Still Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Each morning I try to take a walk. Sometimes that doesn't always happen, but I try. I do not allow anyone to come with me--it is just my rule and my family knows it. I do not want chatter and conversation. I want quiet. It is my time to think and ponder and receive inspiration. I am amazed how many times I have thought of answers to questions troubling me at various times just by taking this solitary walk. There really is something to the wise counsel given to us by President Hinckley years ago--Be Still. </div>
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When I was in Boise I was able to take my walks each morning. This picture is of a field that I passed each day. So quiet and tranquil. All I could hear were birds chirping and singing. It is a great way to start the day and remember that Heavenly Father created this beautiful earth for each of us to enjoy. </div>Dawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06158011810934854253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097979120906684108.post-24797276003055490652012-06-03T16:10:00.000-07:002012-06-04T07:37:21.321-07:00It Was Perfect<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>“Life is just like an old time rail journey ... delays, sidetracks,
smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by
beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/show/123693#" id="_GPLITA_0" style="text-decoration: underline;" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">thank</a> the Lord for letting you have the ride.”
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I have always loved this quote and it perfectly described the feelings I had as I watched Jenni and Cordell be sealed in the Bountiful temple for time and all eternity. It was certainly a day full of "...beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed..." Everything was perfect...they were in the right place, at the right time with the right person.<br />
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The day was wonderful, beautiful, exhausting, thrilling, hot, fun, tearful and playful. There were some crazy, unexpected moments --Greg's mother stepping off the curb wrong at the temple and having to be rushed to the ER only to have her foot diagnosed as broken. As well as some fun moments, like Greg and I taking to the dance floor and showing the young'uns how we still have our groove. Some tearful moments--when we were watching a video depicting Jenni and Cordell growing up and I happened to look beside me to find Greg in tears. At this point I leaned over to Jenni who was on my other side and told her that her father was a "hot mess". He is the emotional one and he was certainly wearing his heart on his sleeve. It was actually very tender and touching. However, I am proud to say that I actually went through the entire day without shedding one tear. I think the joy I felt that this day had finally come outweighed any possibility of tears.<br />
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It will be a few years until our next wedding (hopefully!) but today I am full of gratitude to my Heavenly Father for placing these wonderful people into our family...all three of them: Austin, Samantha and Cordell. I am indeed grateful that the Lord is "...letting me (you) have the ride." </div>
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