This is for family that can't make it tonight. So turn it on at 7:00 and it'll feel like you're there (well, almost).
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
In my opinion, there are very few people who are as awesome and wonderful as others make them sound. My sister, Celia, was one of those few people.
I always say that being part of a large family that I get a little bit of who I am by each of them. I think that any ounce of creativity that I have is in large part due to Celia. I remember her helping us create decorations for the different seasons, drawing illustrations for a good old fashion reel-to-reel in a shoe box, and making Maren and I dolls that we could snuggle at night.
Celia had a infectious attitude of fun. She was able to get everyone to participate in games or even more memorable get everyone to follow her lead as she danced to Feliz Navidad.
But most importantly she loved her family and the gospel.
Just over two weeks ago, my sister, Celia was diagnosed with leukemia and shortly passed away trying to fight each new complication that it created for her body.
They told me that a sister you would be.
I had no idea what that meant to me.
Of your life, I have sweet memories
A lot filled with joy and some adversities
From you, many lessons I learned
Like how respect and admiration can be earned.
Most of all you showed me how to love.
A love that can also be felt from above.
As I feel your presence near
What a sister means becomes very clear
From the beginning and right to end
You taught me that sister means"friend"
Monday, May 11, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Q: What do you call four Mexicans in quicksand?
A: Quatro, Cinco
Sorry- couldn't resist. Okay, last week I had the idea of having a cinco de mayo party. Then, of course, I decided to make a piñata (what was I thinking?). What better than a piña piñata?
The Allreds came and had already scheduled to feed the Sisters that day so we fed them too. Maria's family showed up to help get the piñata open. (Which we had to throw in the air to split it open since it fell off the string. I'll know better for next time) The Rosenlofs showed up with some Margaritas(non-alcoholic) to end the fiesta. That goodness for Mexican independence day to have a excuse to party.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
I have debated about even doing this blog but it is something that has really affected my life. Last month my mom was diagnosed with colon cancer. I absolutely hate cancer! And colon cancer was the killer that took my beloved Grandma Hunt almost 4 years ago. Even though my mom is starting chemo and the outlook is good it has definately made my mom take a step back from some of her activities. She decided that her body was telling her to slow down, which means that she is retiring this year.
So-- my mom being the great person that she is, has always helped with the music programs that the elementary puts on. I think a lot of people would agree with me that for a small town (or for any school) the program is really well done down to the costumes, choreography, and songs. My sister, Maria, knowing that my mom has talked about wanting a Von Trapp family, convinced Ally to get a number together. Last night all eight children sang "Climb Every Mountain" as a surprise number at my mom's final concert (at least as a teacher).
A few weeks ago I gave a lesson about our attitudes about our divine roles. And there was a story about a mom who got sick and she said," I have always been told that 'if you have your health you have everything.' Today I realized that isn't true, because I have everything and don't have my health. . . . . Many worldly pleasures I will leave behind forever, but my family I will have throughout all eternity." When I read the story it really hit me and has come to my mind several times since. I feel truly blessed with my family that I grew up in and also with the one that I am trying to raise. I only hope that I am worthy of the trust that has been placed in me to fulfill my role in life. As suggested by the song I am going to follow every rainbow till I find my dream.