I Closed on the House

 Frenchie,

Today I did the walk-through on the house I purchased. I had Blake and Kayla with me, which helped so much. Not much needed fixing, but I asked them to take down the front railing so I could put out chairs and have room to sit. Honestly… am I ever really going to sit out front? It seems like such a small, strange thing, but most of the houses here have chairs out front — so of course, I had to do the same thing!

My stomach turned as I signed the closing papers. It made me sick. Part of me is still holding back, wanting to say, I don’t want to move. I want to stay in our home — the home you and I built together all those years ago. There are so many things I want but can’t have anymore. One of the biggest? You. I want you back. I want us back.

Since the house was being built, I only drove out there twice. Terry sent me pictures as it progressed, but quite honestly… I couldn’t care less. I knew the structure existed, but without you, it felt like just walls and wood.

After I left the closing, I came home and cried. I know the house is just a building, but the memories we made there — that’s what I’m leaving behind. I feel guilty — like I shouldn’t be making these big decisions without you. I still think we should make them together.

I put beams in the bedroom and my office, and brick on the walls too. I added a bathtub to the master bathroom — you know how excited I am for that first bubble bath! I even put a TV right above the bathtub — remember when we went to see Tim McGraw and Faith Hill in Las Vegas and our hotel had the TV over the bath? Yep… just like that. My favorite upgrade is the bathtub, but the ice machine comes in a close second! I know you wouldn’t have chosen any of those options, or add-ons, but I plan on staying in this house. I never want to move again. It’s hard work — emotionally and physically — but I’m trying.

I can’t tell you enough how much I miss you — your smell, your smile, your eye-rolls at me, that cute little grin you gave me so often, and even your runs to Costco and Sam’s Club. The move keeps me busy — and that distraction helps — but it’s still so weird to go to church without you. At least in the Sixth Ward, they knew me and understood why I couldn’t smile. I really don’t want to have to tell that story over and over again.

I loved being your wife — and being part of the Williams family. They have always treated me better than my own family ever did. Your mom and dad… they are the best. I miss them so much, too.

Thank you for loving me — in the good, the bad, the ugly, and through sickness and health. But the best promise we made to each other… that promise is what will bring us back together again.

See you soon.
Love,
Monya

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Monday Mormon Myths and Truths #14

 

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2013

Monday Mormon Myths and Truths #14

The question I got this week was about the LDS view on abortion:

The LDS position on abortion is very clear: "Members of the church must not submit to, perform, encourage, pay for, or arrange for an abortion. The position stems from our belief in the sanctity of life, that God is the Father of our spirits, and that HE has spirit children who desire to come to earth and receive a physical body, be born, and progress through life on earth.
There are, however, some exceptional circumstances that may justify abortion from an LDS view. They include "when pregnancy results from incest or rape when the life or health of the mother is judged by competent medical authority to have severe defects that will not allow the baby to survive beyond birth."

When a child is conceived outside of marriage, the Church policy for what to do is to do what is best for the child. The mother and Father together should decide what the best option is. If it is a strong relationship, the mother and Father should marry and work toward establishing an eternal family relationship. Their goal should include having that child sealed to them in a Holy Temple to be a family for time and all eternity. If a successful marriage is unlikely or not an option, they should consider placing the baby up for adoption.

Next question:  How does your church feel about Pornography. since it is such a big part of society now?

This is an obvious answer to me, but I will still give you the word on "Mormon Street" Pornography is considered an influence as destructive to the soul as the black plague was to the body.

It degrades the human body and undermines the purposes of physical intimacy. It often degrades women by objectifying them and demeaning their divine character.
Mormon leadership has spoken out on Pornography in its worldwide general conferences more than 140 times since 1986. So obviously, it is a worldly problem and sometimes can be an easy door opener for Satan to do his magic, especially on the youth. The reason why Mormons take this issue so seriously is that we take the word of God seriously: "Whosoever looketh on women to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart" (Matthew 5:28). If someone views immoral images, it can create bad thoughts, which leads to sinful desires, actions, passions, and character.

IMMORAL IMAGE +IMMORAL THOUGHTS+IMMORAL DESIRES OR PASSIONS= IMMORAL ACTIONS

Additionally, Pornography can be addicting and take control of a person's life. Mormons believe in avoiding all behaviors that can lead to addiction and diminish a person's ability to control their desires and behavior.
I have seen Pornography get into the minds of the youth and destroy their ability to think of anything else but getting to a computer so they can view the filth that surrounds our country and many others. When I was a young girl, there was no such thing as a computer. If someone had told me back then that we would be able to call someone on a cell phone, I would have told them they were crazy. We had one phone in the house on the kitchen wall. If you wanted to have a semi-private conversation, you had to stretch the cord around the corner, and, just maybe, it would reach a room where you could shut the door to talk to your friends without anyone listening. In the world today, our children, our husbands, and friends have access to the internet 24/7. They can, if they choose, access the pornography sites as much as they want. I am being LDS or not, I do not want that influence in my life.

Bora Bora Day 9 & 10

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2013

Bora Bora Day 9 & 10

 Friday Day 9
Bora Bora is so commercialized. Most people who hear Bora Bora usually think it is the most beautiful of all the Islands, not me. It was nice but not the most beautiful, the most expensive and most commercialized. There are many celebrities who visit this Island, and this is the enticement--celebrities do not easily impress. This was just another Island to me.

Woke up, said a prayer that I would be able to enjoy the day, this is officially the longest we have ever been away from our children, and we have no communication with them at all.
We took the second tender into the Island and immediately Eric was talking to the local people, the ship charged $199 each for what we did and more for only $40 each.  We went in a 4x4 up a very steep mountain, they wanted us to see the canons from World War II, that were never shot off, the story was amazing. There were seven thousand men waiting on the top of this mountain, bunkering in waiting to be bombed, ready to shoot the cannons for defense of their land.  These men hid out for 7 years, I was astonished as the locals showed us the ditches, they hid in.  The bunker they kept the food in was still there, and I am not sure how they kept it cool and good enough for eating, they ate a lot off the land with all the fruits in season and fished for fresh fish--as many of them still do.

On this adventure we were joined by Maria and Antonio from Barcelona, and Jesus and Conchi on their honeymoon from the Canary Islands.  Jesus spoke little English, some French and they all spoke fluent Spanish.  Eric of course spoke all the languages at once--ha ha--one thing I can say about Eric is he tries so hard to understand and learn the culture and languages.  We spent the rest of the cruise with all these people, they were amazed at how much money they could save on excursions, and we loved the company.  For us the language was not a barrier, we tried to speak as much as we could in Spanish and they asked how to say everything in English.

Today is Friday and I cannot stop thinking about my children, Kaitlyn is off work, more than likely spending the day with Kayla and the boys.  Jeremy is now working in Prescott and is only able to come home on Friday's. He leavess Monday at 3 am to be at work on time--I worry about them, but the blessing is that Jeremy has a job. It may be difficult for Kayla, but she will manage, she is strong.

Eric and I had some good conversations on this trip, we are happy with all the decisions our children have made so far.  Being an empty nester has been extremely difficult for me; there is a time and a season for all things. I've learned that even at our age it is important to reevaluate decisions and goals. Satan works on the strongest and will take the weakest link in them to make it sound enticing and glorious--in this time of my life my goal is set on nothing less than the Celestial Kingdom--how do we do that? Serve others, even your spouse, encourage them in all they do and have done to help you, sharing the gospel with others, and living the attributes of Christ, this for me, is the only way to return and hear those words "well done thou good and faithful servant."

ONE OF THE LOCALS WHO TOOK US ON THE TOUR

THE OTHER TAHITIAN ON THE TOUR

ERIC AND I ON ONE OF THE CANNONS

ERIC IN THE LOOKOUT READY FOR FIRE

THE OTHER CANNON

THE BUNKER WHERE THEY KEPT FOOD

THE BEAUTIFUL OCEAN VIEWS

ERIC READY TO SWIM

ANOTHER VIEW OF ONE OF THE BAYS

This is a famous restaurant, celebrities come sign a $ and staple it to the wall

Today was an enjoyable day getting to know our new friends from other countries, we are looking forward to tomorrow with them.

Day 10 Saturday Bora Bora

I am excited to spend the day with Maria, Antonio who have been married for 40 years, they do not drink alcohol and are just fun to be around--they try too hard to learn English every day. I must admit I don't try as hard as they do--but we are able to communicate well--Jesus and Conchi are adorable and have invited us to stay with them in the Canary Islands, which happens to be a place Eric would love to go.  Jesus is in the supply chain management business with pharmaceuticals and can speak with people from different languages and backgrounds so communication with him was much easier but not perfect--it was funny at times because our translations are not the same and could even be considered offensive, so we were easy to explain those times to them as well as them to us.  We took a boat ride out to see mantras with 12-15 wing spans--don't even ask if I got in the water the answer was NO. 

There were lemon sharks and even some tiger sharks--Eric and the rest of them had a fun time while Maria and I visited on the boat and took pictures.  We were able to go around the entire Island, go to the motu and have lunch and then back to the ship to get ready for dinner.  The ship only had 186 people on it, including the crew, so most of the people wondered how the Americans, ended up being such close friends with the people from Barcelona and the Canary Islands--We laughed all night, in fact we were the last to leave the restaurant.

The beaches are beautiful

Dinner, Jesus, Antonio, Eric-Conchi, Maria and I

Eric and I at dinner

What a fantastic day in Bora Bora

Day 10 Saturday

We spent another day exploring the Island with our newfound friends--

There was a movie filmed here called "couples retreat."

This is what we saw all day.
I could post them all but that would get boring

Taking Those Bucket Lists Seriously Day 1,2,3,7, Papeete

 

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 2013

Taking those Bucket lists Seriously Day 1, 2, 3, 7, Papeete

When I finished my radiation and chemo, Dr. Northfelt said it was time for us to get started on the things left on my "bucket list" while I was feeling better--1st and foremost I want you to know I have learned through this journey although having the ability to fly to places I would love to see before I die has truly been remarkable, we could of never done any of this traveling if I was not working for the best company in the World US Airways.  They have gone out of their way to help me while I was out of work for a year and a half by calling or emailing me, to see how I was doing, and to remind me to get my paperwork into the corporate offices in time so that I would not lose any of my medical benefits. Eric and I have genuinely enjoyed being able to go to some wonderful places in the world, but I want my children to know, THEY ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT, THEY ARE THE #1 on my bucket list. This last trip I journaled every day, and I saw a pattern as I read it back--every day I said I missed my children and grandchildren and wished they could enjoy this time with us.

On 8/21/13 We arrived in Papeete Tahiti via Los Angeles nonstop on Air Tahiti Nui, who Us Airways has an agreement with, this means we fly by paying taxes only--we were exhausted and stayed at the nearest hotel next to the Airport.

Day 1 8/22/13 Papeete they now have twenty buildings, and twenty stakes with 16,000 members the gospel is strong here on this Island.

Papeeta Temple

Papeeta Tahiti, we woke up had prayer went to breakfast then took our $100 a day car (Eric was upset about that price) We wanted to see the Temple and dressed to go enter and do some service while we were there.  We were tempted to go to the other side of the Island to watch the Billabong Surf competition that was going on, but I insisted I wanted to go to the Temple, so off we went to try and find it--not such an easy thing to do. We followed directions and felt like we were going in circles, finally I spotted Moroni on the top of the Temple we followed, quickly got out of the car, and were greeted by members telling us the Temple just had its last session and we would have to come back at either 4,5 6 or 7.  We made the decision to see the Island and come back to make the last session.  Ok, I love my husband but anyone who has driven with him knows he is not the best driver, I feared for my life a few times, going down one-way roads huh the wrong way-- We decided we had plenty of time to go to the surf competition and be back in time for the 7 o'clock session. We drove the ocean in view the entire time, oh what beauty we saw.  When we arrived, we found out the surf competition had ended early, 2 days early.  So, all that frustration for nothing.  We took a walk through what looked like backyards of people and enjoyed the scenery.

Water Lillies

loved the tree over the walkway

As we walked, I took a moment to notice
this rock shaped like a heart

Oh, if these trees could talk...Eric looks so
small in comparison--

Finally, we had our Nutella, Banana, and Coconut Crepe

We headed back to the other side of the Island to make it in time for the 7 pm session, this was important because we were told the Temple was closing for cleaning, so this was something I really wanted to do, and it was perfect timing for us.  Eric and I laughed because we had to find a dark area to park in so we could change into proper Sunday dress, we were in our shorts and beachwear, Eric said "I think this is the only time I have every gotten down to my underwear, in my car, with my wife and in the Temple parking lot" it was funny.  We were greeted like Kings and Queens as we entered this beautiful sacred building.  The spirit was so strong, I was not sure I would be able to get through without tears.  The Sisters in the Temple were so happy to see us and helped me along as I did not know exactly where to go inside every Temple. The layout is a little different, and this is a small Temple.

After I dressed, I was taken into a room filled with sisters, a Tahitian woman greeted me with a kiss on each cheek and said "welcome, Yo rah na" This women I will never forget, her hair was stark white, her skin perfectly angelic, and her eyes were the radiant Caribbean blue, never in my life do I remember seeing someone as beautiful as her inside and out, with the exception of Viola Williams.  I cannot remember her name, but she asked me where I was from when I told her I was born and raised in Glendale/Phoenix area of Arizona, she smiled and said "I was born here in Tahiti, I met my husband when he served his mission here, he came back after his mission, and we were married. I then moved to Glendale and raised our 4 children there, later we were called to serve missions here, when we returned from our mission we decided to move back to Tahiti and my husband was called to the Temple President" sadly he passed away 5 years ago and she moved back to Glendale to live with her brother, then she was called to a Temple serving mission in Tahiti--I could tell she was truly a servant of the Lord by her spirit. I was totally surprised when she asked one of the sisters who speaks English to escort me and help me through, this sister told me that the white-headed woman was 86 years old, this was astonishing to me.  I watched as each sister kissed each other on the cheek as they greeted one another--I LOVE THIS TRADITION-the men do it with the women and the men also with the the men,it is part of their culture and warmed my heart as they each did this with me. I began to get teary before we had even left the dressing room--WOW the spirit was strong for me tonight, this I NEEDED to do, and I am glad I did. I could feel Eric's mom and dad's spirit there with me, what comfort they brought to my soul, oh how I miss them and love them.  

I wish I could get advice from Vi, even though I know she would tell me to get on my knees, I also know that she is the one person who would understand exactly what I am feeling, she died of breast cancer--I need her right now, but her spirit is telling me to rely on the Lords answers, not the Doctors, or even other members of the church, just listen to the spirit and he will guide me.  There was a woman who walked in with a bald head, and a white scarf covering her head, she was going through chemo, I remember President Greer once calling the Temple to ask about me being able to attend with the white scarf-- I watched as this woman was greeted like every other one of us with a kiss on each cheek. I thought that was PERFECT.  

After the session I was waiting for Eric in the foyer, the Temple President came out to greet me and said, "Yo raw  na, welcome, we heard you were coming from the mainland, thank you for being here" Tears filled my eyes, he asked "what troubles you sister?"  I replied "nothing, I am grateful to be here, right now, and on this night, the spirit has been strong and questions for me have been answered" He hugged me and said "The Lord is good, he answers ALL"  Tonight as we drove back to the hotel, I told Eric, "I finally get it," "what?" was his reply "I finally understand the love and compassion your mother had for the polynesian culture, she was one with them, and your brother Kurt who served his mission here,  he had such a hard time when he came home, his mother was really the only one who could comfort him." It's difficult to understand, even my own son had a hard time returning from the Dominican Republic because he loved the service he did and the people he loved.  With Kurt it was more than I had ever seen, he was literally heartbroken when he got home, and Vi was the only one who could truly understand--I always thought it was because they served the people so obviously they loved them, but know I SEE it, I KNOW it, there is no place I have ever been where the people are so friendly and compassionate.  I didn't want to leave, and I just met these people, I cant imagine serving with them for 2 years and then leaving not knowing if you would ever see them again.  Over all today, I learned so much, I learned to soften my heart and not be like that rock, to let myself be ok with answers that come, and to be true to who I am.

Day 2 Moorea

Eric and I returned the car, went to the Ferry to the Island of Moorea.  After much negotiation with the car company, he finally decided on one and we drove the entire Island looking for just the right Hotel.  Eric had budgeted a certain amount and wanted to be in a place where we felt safe.  We ended up at the Intercontinental-in a bungalow, which really has never been on my bucket list but was on Eric's.

One of the Hotel Bungelows we looked at

Eric, said NO--Johnny Lingo would have said NO

We ended up here at the Intercontinental

I love this picture of Eric capturing the sunset

Eric loved this view of the family who caught a 600 pound
fish and let us watch as it took 4 men to cut it up and weigh
they then sold it to local restaurants Oh and by the way
This was only one third of the fish.

Day 3 Moorea We woke up to the beautiful view of a mesmerizing blue ocean, a perfectly sunny day for exploration.  After breakfast we finished driving the rest of the Island and ended up at the Ferry where we had originally rented our car. 

Eric hopped out and asked her if we could use it another day, she said "Of course you can" About 1/2 mile way back I got really car sick, I told Eric it came on so sudden and reminded me of when he would take me to our condo in Mexico while I was going through chemo to get me away from the Mayo and the Villain for a few days, but undoubtedly I would get car sick every time and have lay in the back seat of his Avalanche. I even remember Tamy running her fingers through what little hair I had and massaging my scalp trying to keep my mind off the pain.  Today, though I want Eric to enjoy his day, so I told him to stop along the way anytime he wanted to visit or see something.  We stopped along the way at a home where he saw a family cutting up an exceptionally large fish. It was being cut in thirds and lifted by four men it was so heavy, they finally got the weight to six hundred pounds.  The family sells to local restaurants, they were incredibly pleased with the catch today, William is the father and he wanted us to take pictures.  I don't think I have ever seen any fish this big before, it was quite an enjoyable experience for Eric.

cutting it up, was a chore

the tail and fins

Weighing

600 pounds

This fish took over an hour to pull in
Four men to cut and weigh

baby Maui Maui 12 kilos locals stop by
and buy for dinner

Eric & William, the owner and father
proud of another fish head.

Today, I'm happy for Guava Juice--my fav

Four Years and Counting

 

SATURDAY, AUGUST 3, 2013

Four years and Counting

It's been 4 years now, this week, since I sat in the quiet, dark doctor's office with Eric by my side and heard those terrible words, "YOU HAVE BREAST CANCER"  WOW, time seems to creep up on me. I feel like sometimes it was yesterday we listened to those words, and then sometimes, when I think about what has transpired in our lives since that date, it seems so long ago.   I have to dedicate this blog to my family, who has stood by my side through this entire journey, and I realize this has been their journey too. Blake left for his mission for 2 years, came home, and got married. Kaitlyn and Brian married, lived in Utah, and moved back to Arizona. Kayla and Jeremy have had 2 boys born into their family, and Haleigh married Scott Bigelow. Look at all these blessings the Lord has allowed me to witness, I am so happy I have lived to see all of this, and I have faith I will live a long life, long enough to see all my grandchildren born, and I'm pretty sure we will have lots and lots of grandchildren---right? Kayla and Jeremy? Blake and Chloe? Kaitlyn and Brian? Haleigh and Scott?

 I don't think about cancer as much as I used to. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined my body would or could go through what it has been through. I was prideful and always thought, "I am healthy, I eat right, I exercise,  I will never have health issues. After all, I went from 1st grade through high school with perfect attendance in school and seminary. The 1st time I ever threw up in my life was when I was giving birth to my 1st baby during the transitional part of childbirth. My sisters both have health issues, Eric will die long before I do, and I need to keep myself in good  condition so I can be around to take care of my kids when he does."

It makes me want to throw up--what the heck was I thinking? Yes, it's good to keep yourself healthy and exercise when you can, but I was seriously way off the map on this one. My family has terrible health issues, autoimmune diseases that I can't even spell, cancer up the kazoo--every kind you can think of, arthritis, thyroid issues, and so on. Eric's family is somewhat different. His mother died of breast cancer, but as far as we know, she is the only one on her side, and Eric's dad and siblings had heart problems, but all lived well into their 80s.

I'm aware of my body now more than I ever have been in my life. I feel when something is wrong--crossing my fingers on that one-- The only thing I'm unsure of is what part of my aches and pains are from getting older and what is from family genes. Running a marathon and crossing the finish line does not replay in my mind over and over anymore. When I see other people doing it, especially people I know and love,  it makes me smile instead of frown :}  For me, life is more beautiful than it ever has been. There is so much to look forward to, so much to still learn, places to go, and people to meet. Life is just beginning--many, many more rainbows to chase.....

Curve Balls

 

SUNDAY, JUNE 16, 2013

Curve Balls

Man, life throws many curve balls, I was not expecting one that came flying at me last week.  I was Fired from my volunteer work.  Not the accomplishment I had expected, and it was devastating for me. I loved that job; I loved the people I worked with, and I especially loved all the patients who touched my life. I violated HIPAA law and took pictures of patients. First off, I just want to say they all had my permission to take their picture, and 2nd I would never post something about a patient without their consent. However, I recently had my blog redesigned, and all the journal entries I had written and drafted, were posted public without me knowing.

  They were written a year or year and a half ago, when I was asked not to mention the facility that I was volunteering for or the patients, I immediately drafted all of them for my children to have, and for myself to look back and remember. For those of you who do not know about drafting, it is a journal you write and never post for all to see but is kept secret and I eventually wanted my blog to be made into a book for my children, so I did as I was asked, and I took all the posts off my blog immediately.  To be honest, I have a ton of drafts, things I don't want the world to see but have saved for my family to read long after I'm dead and gone.

When I went to my "volunteer" job 2 weeks ago, I was called into a meeting where I was "let go" I was told if an employee had done this, they would be "let go," so they felt it was time for me to be "let go" I asked them if I could delete the entries. The answer was "you have 3 days to get them off your blog, or we will be forced to file a federal suit"  so sad, I took off my scrubs and handed in my badge out the door I went feeling like I had just been defeated by the world, I cried uncontrollably for hours, well actually the crying went on for days, I finally got it controlled to a slow tearful drip after a few days.  When I got home, I asked our attorney if this could happen to me; he said NO, that the facility I was volunteering for could not sue me for violating HIPAA laws the patient would have to be the one to sue me, --and since every one of those patients or their caregivers still email me regularly, (except for one), I contacted each person who I had ever posted about, got written permission from them or in a couple cases the patients had passed on, and I got permission from their caregivers, who by the way also asked me for a copy of what I had written, by this time I had already deleted them.  However, I told them once I had their written permission, I would send them a copy of what I had handwritten.  Each was so grateful, I had journaled, and each had already known about the experiences and the intimate talks I had with them, so it was not a surprise to any of them when I read the journaling to them.

 I'm not sure what this world is coming to, I do understand the HIPAA laws, and I do understand the right to have privacy, but I would never post something without first asking the patient. There was only one post that I had written that I felt was imposing without permission; names were never mentioned, and if this person had found it on the world wide web (1 in a billion) They could have guessed it was them I was talking about, but there were no pictures or proof.

I learned a lot from this experience, and although I think "they" were being a bit dramatic in their decision, I know the Lord has something else planned for me.  It's important for me to be in a place where I am not only needed but appreciated for the service I love to give.

Beautiful Boy, Perfect Love

 

TUESDAY, JUNE 4, 2013

Beautiful Boy, Perfect Love

I simply adore this little boy. Recker is such a unique, special boy. Sometimes I wonder what is going through his beautiful little head. I watched him play with some of the children in his neighborhood yesterday from a distance. He was off alone in the corner by himself, then at one point, he heard one of the little girls talking to another little boy, Recker walked up and took the girl by the hand as if trying to get her to follow him, and she (like most children would do at her age) walked away from him. For just a slight moment, I could see this sadness on his face. He is starting to understand his limitations and what he cannot do. Soon, he will realize what he CAN do. We try to emphasize the CAN'S because there is a lot more he CAN do than he or we even realize.

  I want so desperately for the family to hear him just say something. Mom or dad would be preferable. He has now begun to wave goodbye to us. Once in a while, we can even get a little sound that we think is "bye-bye." When Blake counts ... one...two...three...jump ...we can usually hear him say when Blake gets to the two, Recker will say "twooey" it's so cute, we all jump for joy and have him do it over and over until he is fed up with it all, shakes his no. Off he goes to a new adventure much cooler than us.

He loves his daddy !!

Precious baby boy born 12-14-2009

Really? another picture? I'm barely awake.

I'm never getting out of the tub

bright eyes

just cuteness

fresh out of the tub

On 1st day of pre-school

helping bonbon get through a tough day

team bonbon--my biggest supporter

loves the OCEAN, OH AND OTTER POPS

YALE

uncle blake gets home from his mission

being an outside boy

Christmas 2012

  This little boy's heart is bursting with LOVE to be shared--Although he keeps it bundled up and sealed for special people in his life--I know he loves and feels Love. Recker has helped me understand that Heavenly Father has a plan for each and every one of His children. We may not always understand THE PLAN, but if we let the process happen and listen for the spirit to teach us, we can hear the Love, especially the beautiful Love this boy has to offer.

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