St. George adventuring

Matt and some buddies took a trip to St. George a bit ago and
let's just say there was a whole lot of adventuring going on.

Grace's dance recital

Our sweet Gracie girl in her dance recital yesterday. It was a performance of Peter Pan and
Grace performed in two different casts. It was remarkably well done and our girl loved it like crazy.
Some of my greatest joy comes from watching my kids do things that make them so happy.

And sidenote: Darling @annielinnart was hired to draw the incredible backgrounds.
I wish you could see them all, truly amazing if I do say so my{biased, yet truthful}self.

Honored

This incredible man. For the last several years, he has served on the
international board of @marysmeals. It has been his and our absolute
privilege. Oh we love this organization. With all of our heart.

About a year and a half ago, he was asked to additionally serve
on the Mary's Meals USA board. Again, an honor.

And this last Tuesday, it was proposed that this good husband of mine
serve as the chair of the USA board. And it was unanimously approved.

The incredibly kind things that were said about Jacob, the way these people
actually know his heart and his good intentions and his only wanting to
help and make a difference to those who need it most, touched my heart.
He's not perfect, but he's so, so outstanding and his desires are gold.

I'm so privileged to be his wife.

And we are so honored to have anything to do with Mary's Meals,
never mention in this beautiful and life-changing way.

Hand models and important vaccines

The incredibly attractive man attached to this hand got his COVID shot today. In fact, we both did. Hence the two stickers that Jacob so kindly held for me--because both of our hands in one picture looked weird. Whereas just one appendage with two stickers looks amazing. Clearly.

Anyone need a hand model? I know one that is incredibly kind, super handsome, outrageously brilliant, ridiculously athletic and way too good to his wife. Plus he has his COVID vaccine. The whole package folks.

All kidding aside, I'm just so grateful. In just three weeks, our whole family will completely be COVID vaccinated. A happy, happy, happy day for sure.

Humbled

And finally my second favorite picture of this past Tuesday evening.

I don't know how God ever decided I was even the tiniest bit worthy of being the mother
to these chicklets, but for all of eternity, I will praise Him for allowing them to be mine.

All that is good and right and hilarious and happy and kind and crazy and loving
and loud and faithful and amazing, in these six souls.

I'm so humbled to be their mom.

Annie's mission call

It was really important to Annie to open her mission call, all together, as our little family.
Before she shared it with extended family and friends. So that is what we did.

Those few moments are so sacred to me, which is why the details need to stay in my heart.
But the feelings during the prayer that was offered as we knelt together as a family, before Annie
opened her call, will forever be a beautiful memory to me. And then our girl opened her call.
So many tears and joy and just that moment of, "Of course that is where she is going. It's perfect."

And I sure was thankful to get this sweet photo, nearly identical to the one I took
of Campbell almost two years ago to the day, during a very similar moment.

And then to see the support and goodness of our family, Annie's friends and our neighbors
who came to listen and cheer and laugh and cry and hug and be excited for our girl.

My two missionaries to date.

Oh I love our Annie. And my Savior, my Father in Heaven and my life. And being a missionary momma.
It's pretty difficult for my particular personality, but I wouldn't trade the blessing for anything.

So much happiness

Uruguay. Montevideo. Spanish. Joy.

It's here

It's here. Our sweet Annie just received a notification that her mission call is ready to view. A call from the
Savior Himself. I believe this with all of my heart. And am so grateful and humbled and joyful, I could burst.

Annie will be opening her call at 6:30pm at our home. We would love to have you join us in
our driveway, please wear a mask. It can also be viewed through Instagram live on her account or
a zoom link that I can send on  to any of you kind people that want it. Please just DM or email me.

My beautiful girl is going on a mission. I'm so completely overwhelmed. And just so thrilled for her, I could cry.

Oh wait, I already have.

Oh what a happy, happy, happy day!

This Easter Sunday

"Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives: 'I know that my Redeemer lives!'"

Called to serve

 

 

 

We'd love your guesses before Annie's mission call arrives (possibly next week or maybe the week after). One international and one within the US.
Or if you are like my children and husband, do as you wish and ignore my rules all together. I'll put every guess (and guesser) up on the wall. My email address is on the right sidebar. Thank you friends, for loving our girl and being excited with us!

Oh gosh I love her

And can't quit thinking of what is coming her way.

Good and kind and amazing

My boy. (Okay, more man than boy, but I like my life in Pretendville, let me be.) He's honestly just so good. His heart is so amazing. He's so quiet and unassuming about how much he cares and serves others, but I see it and it makes me so grateful to be his mom.

In the recent weeks, I've unexpectedly learned about several things he has quietly done for some of his peers that have needed it most. And each instance makes me emotional. Especially because I'm positive I only know a small part of just how much he reaches out.

The other night, I saw him round the corner to head downstairs. But then I watched as he stopped to take a few minutes to sit down and pet Denali. And it touched my heart. This is who he is. When no one is watching. Someone who does the right thing, the caring thing, the small but mighty thing, because he loves deeply and it matters to him. He almost can't help it. It's who he is.

Oh my Matt boy. He teaches me every single day. I love him something fierce.

Our Annie

This beautiful girl. She makes me cry on a regular basis. But only out of happiness. She's so good and kind and brilliant and hilarious and positive and joyful and amazing in every way. And as of a few minutes ago, this girl of the incredible heart has her mission papers officially submitted.

That means in very few days, an Apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ will see a picture of my girl up on a screen and through faith and revelation, God will tell him where my Annie should serve her Savior for eighteen months of her life.

It hasn't completely felt real. Even after the last few weeks of listening to how she knew she should serve, rejoicing in her news and helping her work on her mission papers, it hasn't truly hit me.

Until now. When she sent word that her papers were submitted and the process was officially underway.

Oh my Annie, it such a privilege to be your mom. Your goodness and light bless me every single and I often can't believe God would love me enough to send me a daughter like you. I'm so excited for your next adventure. And can't quit crying at how much I'll miss you. But mostly, I'm weeping because I'm so ridiculously proud of you.

"Lift up your heart and rejoice, for the hour of your mission is come; and your tongue shall be loosed, and you shall declare glad tidings with great joy unto this generation."

My baby girl is going on a mission. I'm so incredibly humbled.

One year ago

Remembering this incredible moment, a year ago this very day.Oh I love this boy something fierce. I'm just so honored to be his mom.

My incredible husband

I've always loved that Jacob listened to me when I told him I only wanted a simple, gold band for my engagement ring. I really love wide bands and have proudly worn it for the last 22 years.

This last December, when we officially celebrated the wedding anniversary where we have been married longer than we had been single, Jacob told me he wanted to get me a gift. He wanted me to design some type of addition to go with my original wedding band. And he hired the most amazing jeweler to make my design happen.

(Who happens to be the same wonderful person we bought my wedding band from.)

Yesterday we picked up the finished rings. And I truly couldn't quit holding up my hand to admire them (Okay fine, I still can't). There is a very specific reason I wanted these two rings. Their distinct design, what they symbolize to me and how all three rings go together are just deeply meaningful to me. I love them so, so much.

(And believe me when I say they are even more breathtaking in person. I may or may not have said to my kids two or twenty-two times each, "Have you seen my rings yet? Let me show them to you again, just in case.")

But it's not about the rings or the gold or the diamonds or the perfection of their creation--although I feel so overwhelmed and spoiled to think I own anything so incredible and gorgeous. It's about the man that gave them to me.

I love Jacob Allen something ridiculous. Being married to him has been more amazing than I even knew was an option in this life. I'm happier, kinder, more loving, more fun, smarter and better behaved, because I get to be his wife. And most importantly, I'm a more devoted disciple of Jesus Christ because of walking alongside my incredible husband on this mortal journey.

I don't need anything more than our sacred temple sealing to be Jacob's companion in this life and the next. But just like these beautiful rings I was gifted exceeded my expectations in every way, so has God's overwhelming and unimaginable gift to me...Jacob Ethan Allen. It is such a privilege to be his wife.

I'm just so grateful.

This boy

I seriously just love him so much.

An evening walk and a beautiful sky

Ski days and ski pants

Matt and Jacob spent the day at Solitude yesterday, as a part of a gift for Matt's birthday.
And boy do I love this picture that Jacob took. Mostly because of the guy in it, but also
because Matt happens to be wearing the exact ski pants Jacob wore at his age. We even
have a couple of pictures of Jacob skiing in them. When Matt found them in our winter
box, he adopted them immediately. And it makes me smile every time he wears them skiing
(which is always these days). Love this boy, and his dad, a whole lot. Bright ski pants and all.

Yesterday

Turning seventeen

Happy, Happy Birthday to my amazing Matt! He is hilarious and brilliant and adventurous
and athletic and has the kindest heart. He loves skiing and the outdoors and music and studying
interesting subjects and things that are super quirky, yet cool. It is one of the greatest privileges
of my life to be his mom. Happy Birthday my incredible boy! We love you something fierce.

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

 
Guess what I just picked up?! (If you could read that in a sing songy
embarrassingly excited voice it would be much appreciated.)

Happy Birthday my Love!

 
This man. I'm so grateful that 44 years ago today he came to earth and made it a better
place. His kindness and goodness and wisdom and humility and hard work has blessed
the lives of so many of Heavenly Father's children. But mostly me. And the six chicklets
that are ours. I'm in awe of him and just constantly thankful he chose me.

Happiest Birthday Jacob Ethan! Thanks for making me a better person just by being
who you are. I'm so excited to see how many good things come your way this year.
You deserve every one of them...and so much more. Love you sweetheart. A whole lot.

A fun surprise

Operation Surprise Jacob with a Beautiful Aquarium on the eve of his birthday
was successful. Now to pick out a few new fish friends tomorrow.

Learning a new skill

Just slim jimming (or would it be wire hangering?) my way into the kids'

car outside the local tire center this fine Thursday morning. As you do.

Side note: With all the great info I'm learning while earning my criminal justice degree and
my successful break-in attempt this morning, I'm considering a life of crime. I'll keep you posted.

Seventeen days (but who's counting?)

 

 

Holy squirrels, can you even stand this custom wreath I had made for March Madness? Because I cannot even stand this custom wreath I had made for March Madness. Between darling Annie's amazing color suggestions (including the "ref" ribbon she thought would take it over the top) and Sarah's Wreath Designs unreal work, I'm so happy I could cry. Or open my front door every seven minutes to gaze lovingly at my beautiful wreath. Seventeen days my friends. Seventeen days, plus an extra year that COVID stole from me. Oh this month of March brings me so much joy. And now, so does my wreath. Let. The. Madness. Begin.