food, crochet, merriment
The Lindon LDS Temple is such a beautiful place.
This is one of my sweet daughters.
She and her sister volunteered to help at the Lindon Temple Open House last month.
One had a shift n the parking lot and the other was inside guiding tours.
But honestly, I don’t think it wouldn’t matter where they put these cute kids in this lovely place.
They’re just happy to help.
A cute boy with a new shirt. Silly guy.
Finally finishing a sweet spring puzzle with a couple of cute kitties.
Hanging out with some folks that we love.
Watching our sweet girly in her orchestra concert.
Seeing pictures of the creepy moon that we missed because it was cloudy and raining…
and happening at 4:30 in the morning.
Trying my hand at making funny cheesy crackers.
Finding an old picture that made me laugh.
Clapping for these sweethearts while they take a well-deserved vacation.
A darling boy that needs to quit all that crazy growing stuff. Sheesh.
And finally having kitty peace…
throughout the kingdom.
Go to sleep Lyla.
It must be said.
Heh, heh.
This girl and her daddy like to tease each other about who loves the other person…more. They’d go around and around…”I love you more…no, I love you more!”
One day, little Skylie came up with a love that was hard to beat.
This is the song written about that adorable true-life experience.
So, so beautiful.
If you’ve read ANY of my posts about Hobbes–from the time he was a kitten…
then you probably already know what a tough guy he is.
He’s always been pretty much Rhen’s cat and would barely let me touch him, sometimes even trying to duke it out with me as to who actually runs this joint.
I’ve always loved him, but I’ve often felt like he just didn’t have any use for me, and would much rather be a man’s cat.
But since his run-in with the law a few months back, he’s been a very different fellow. Sad in a way, but also…
interesting.
Oh, sure–he still comes in all dirty and scratched up from his latest stint on neighborhood-bad-cat patrol–for which we are all soooo grateful.Â
But now, when he’s finished with his tough-guy duties outside, he always comes and finds me…where ever I am.
He adamently gets between me and the silly puzzle, or silly book, or silly computer that’s taking all my attention so that I will pet him, or scratch his back or ears, or just…hold him.
I think he just needs assurance that his home and his people are still here and that no more wicked dudes are coming to get him.
And after all these years, I think he’s finally decided…
that he’s safe…
with me.
I love you Hobbes.