Category: Love

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Sweet Tangled Arms

Forteen years ago while we were watching General Conference, I caught this adorable picture of Lily, Miss Chomp and Beckham. Such sweet friends with their tangle of arms and smushed heads.

Since it will be a few years until these three will all be together again during conference, what with Lily leaving in February and Beckham going a month or so after–I asked them if they could recreate the picture for me.

They did their best…sweet things. Seriously–these guys are so cute and I love them so much that my heart aches.

Pleeease…

tell me how we capture these moments…

and freeze them in time.

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Happy Birthday!

 

This little girly loves chickens, and Hello Kitty, and cats, and minecraft and Spidey and clownfish and Kirby and Avatar and the Chosen Adventures….

and blowing out candles!!

Happy Birthday Miss “T” !!

Grammy loves you.

 

 

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Beckham’s Mission Call

Our sweet Beckham surprised us all by submitting his Mission papers–on the sly!!

He called us all together to read his letter and tell us where he would be going.

Beckham has been called to the Romania Bucharest mission!!!

How incredible is that?! I have never heard of anyone going to this wild place. It’s soooo cool!!

We are all so happy and so, so proud of this amazing young man.

We love you Beckham!!

 

 

 

 

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Not In Vain

Tracy in Kenya

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain.

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

~Emily Dickinson

 

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Somebody’s Mother

My father had a scrapbook that he kept all kinds of cards and letters in from when he was younger. Now and then, he would take it out and read aloud some of the poems that were pasted on the yellow pages.

One particular verse that was a favorite of his, was one called “Somebody’s Mother” and each time he read it, he would get all choked up and his eyes would fill with tears.

He loved his little Scottish mother. She became blind when he was a younger man and did need help quite often. This poem always reminded him of her, and made him cry.

Her name was Agnes Porter Johnston Kirby.

She passed away before I was born, but the stories he used to tell about her made us grateful for her strong heart and brave example of a faithful wife and mother. It helped us love her too.

I’m excited to meet her someday.