What I Found On My Walk Today

Today I went for a walk. It feels great to be outside again walking in the fresh air. I walked past the temple and was heading down the hill past a vacant lot that was over grown with trees and bushes. As I was walking past the empty lot, I happened to look over and spotted a deer. It was looking me right in the eye and just sat there. I kept walking and smiled to myself. What a great sight! I was thinking to myself "What a gift to see something like that in the middle of a busy neighborhood."

I walked about 30 more feet and looked over at the lot one more time. What I saw this time stopped me in my tracks. It was more deer. Not just one or even two more, but SIX MORE. I stayed put for a while and just watched them. All but one was laying on the ground and calmly looking at me. They were all Does...at least I could not see a Buck among them anywhere. Maybe he was lurking somewhere close by.

As I stood there enjoying this wonderful sight, I began to notice other things around me. I saw one person on a bike ride past. Another person jogged by with ear plugs in her ears. Numerous cars zipping past and not one of these people had a clue what was in the trees just mere feet away. What a shame. Such beauty and grace right in the middle of the madness and nobody noticed.

I wonder how many times I have walked past this very spot and not seen anything either. Sad really. As I finally resumed my walk I thought about this. I realized that I need to open my eyes and learn to look for the beauty and tender mercies around me. Little reminders of my Father in Heaven and all that He has created.

Playing With Fire

A few weeks ago Emma came home and informed me that she had to make an exhibit for the annual Science Fair at her school. It was a mandatory assignment and she was excited...I was not. I think of all the projects that my children have done over the years, this is my least favorite. Actually, I hate it. Yep...I know that hate is a strong word, but it fits. I think it is just my right sided brain that can't stand this kind of stuff. Give me some blank paper and some art supplies and I am great. Formulas and theories, not so much.

Anyway, Emma was excited and that was what really mattered. Josh came up with the idea for her experiment and I delegated the follow through to Tara and Greg (pretty sly of me-huh?). Her experiment was to see which kind of fabric would burn slowest in a fire. Tara helped her decorate her board and print out her facts and Greg did the actual experiment with her. I figured we needed an adult on hand in case she accidentally burnt down our home. Emma did everything else.

I helped her with some final touches and sent her off to school with her display board and pretty much forgot about it. That is until Friday when she came home with her board AND a red ribbon. Evidently she placed second in her class - who knew??? She was excited and I was both surprised and proud. Maybe we have a mad scientist in our family! Mad? Probably. Scientist? That remains to be seen. At least she has had a great beginning.

I Am Sad

Today it was announced that the head coach for the Utah Jazz is retiring. I have loved watching Jerry Sloan over the years am I am sad that this era is coming to an end.

I began watching the Jazz when my children were little. Christopher and I spent many a night watching the games together. Karl Malone and John Stockton were our heros...well, at least two of them. I was also sad when both of them individually announced their retirements. It just seems like basketball is not what it used to be. Too many egos and way too much money changing hands now. Kind of sad really.

People like Jerry are gone. He loved the game and you could tell each night that he was court-side with his team. I will miss watching him get T-ed up by the officials. I will miss seeing him fly off the bench in a fit of passion. I will miss watching that look on his face when he was in complete astonishment of a foul not called or of one that should not have been called.

I know that the Jazz will go one, but a part of my heart will always be with the boys of the "old school". Best wishes to Jerry. He is one of the good guys.

Mr Scribbles Chillin'

I love Mr. Scribbles. He is the most entertaining, quirky cat I have ever seen. Earlier this evening Greg looked out our bedroom door and this is what greeted him. Mr. Scribbles chillin' on the top stair. At least 1/2 of him made it up on the top stair. I guess it was just too much effort for him to go all the way up.

(The picture is blurry because Greg grabbed the phone instead of the actual camera. He was worried that Mr Scribbles would move before he took the picture)

Hugs

Last Sunday I was conducting and excusing the Junior Primary to go to classes. As they were filing out, cute little Josh F. came running up to me and gave me the BIGGEST hug ever. After he finally let go, the rest of his adorable class lined up to hug me. Melt my heart. Aren't children the best? Those cute, pure, spontaneous hugs made my day. Perhaps even my week. Have I mentioned lately how much I love Primary?

Sick

Yesterday a bug hit our home. I came home from a busy morning with an awful headache. I rarely get sick or even get headaches, but this one was a whopper. I took some medicine (which I never do...I try not to take medicine unless I am truly desperate) and went to bed and slept most of the afternoon. Emma came home from school and I could instantly tell that she was not herself either.

So today Emma and I laid around the house watching movies, blowing our noses and downing large amounts of NyQuil...well, at least she did the NyQuil part. Greg does not allow me to take NyQuil anymore. Last time I took some I kept him up all night accusing him of taking my pillow and frantically trying to find it. I don't remember any of it and actually thought I had had a great night's sleep - ha! At least one of us did :)

As I am typing this, Greg is in Emma's bed and Emma is lying beside me in his spot. What a great, thoughtful dad. She really wanted to sleep in my room tonight. Her argument? Keep the sickos together. I guess that convinced him.

Goodnight for now...I am off to sleep with my fellow sicko... I hope she doesn't take my pillow...

Not So Little Anymore

Today is Emma's twelfth birthday. Holy cow...when did she grow up? It seems like yesterday I was in labor in the middle of the Super Bowl :) Sunday was her last week officially in Primary and tomorrow will be her first night going to Young Women's. Crazy stuff.

Last Friday we let her have a party at our home to celebrate her big day. She invited a gaggle of girls to come join the fun and our home was very loud and giggly for about 4 hours. I admit, my head kind of hurt during part of it. I am getting old. Emma, however, had a great time.

They watched a movie, ate lots of Carmel corn, played games, ate cake and ice cream and ended the evening with a vigorous game of Hide & Seek in the dark. That was the funnest part for me. We turned off all the lights in the house with the exception of the light on the hood of the stove and told the girls to go hide. The person that was "it" was armed with a flashlight. Only three places were off limits: My bedroom, the storage room and the garage. These girls were funny! I had gals hiding in the pantry (telling me how good it smelled...evidently it smells like sugar in my pantry), under the kitchen table, in Josh's room and I even helped hoist Emma up on top of my kitchen cabinets. Good thing she is tiny! And... nobody found her :) It was funny watching the person that was "it" walk into the kitchen, talk to me, look around and still not see her. I was standing directly below her! It was hard to keep a straight face :)

Greg thought I was nuts letting them run wild in the house and a few years ago, I may have agreed. However, time has mellowed me and I have realized that these are the kind of things that make memories and that is what is really important. Nobody got hurt, nothing was damaged and everyone had a great time. Success. Besides...you only get one twelfth birthday party.