Ever After

Few people would look at Miss Vivi and think her capable of being anything but sweet and demure, but behind her innocent smile is a spunky little spirit. Just ask Aunt Heidi. (Heidi & Vivi feeding the ducks in Spanish Fork, UT–August 2009) One summer morning while at Bear Lake, Uncle David took the kids [...]

BT had to know that something was wrong when he arrived home from work and was not greeted in the customary fashion … me embracing him, peppering him with passionate kisses, gushing about how much I missed him and about the amazing things I accomplished while he was away. Oh, wait. I don’t do this. [...]

I had to laugh at the voicemail I received this evening from the HVAC tech that installed my new AC unit earlier today: “Hi, this is James Piper. I’m just calling to check in with you to make sure everything is working properly. But I’m sure that I’d have heard from you by now if [...]

As I entered my dark bedroom last night near midnight after spending several hours dealing with yet another AC issue {insert sobs of frustration}, I saw a strange glow coming from my bed. BT had crashed several hours earlier under the strain of his “day of rest,” so I couldn’t imagine where the light was [...]

Everything is BIGGER (but not necessarily better) in Texas … including the BUGS. This fella is on the wall of my front porch. SCARY!!!

Watching Miss Vivi bond with Grandpa Gold (her Great Grandpa Gold) was one of the highlights of my trip to Bear Lake this summer.  She seemed to instinctively sense just how special a person he is and instantly became his four-wheeling buddy, walking companion, lap warmer, and nap pal. For his birthday this year, each [...]

August 13, 2000 13:13 in the afternoon The most significant day … hour … minute of my life. The moment I became a mother. Sure. Even prior to becoming a mother, I had read all the chain e-mail “motherhood” messages known to man. You know … the ones that calculate a mother’s “salary” by all [...]

Playing peek-a-boo around this old tree on my great great grandparents’ property, I couldn’t help but wonder how many generations of my ancestors have done the same. I love this picture of my sweet little girl.

As I sat in the childhood home of my Great Grandmother, Arvilla McMurray, with four more generations of the tree–my Grandpa Gold and Grandma Kathleen, my mom, me, my girls and my niece Claire–I couldn’t help but wonder if she and my Grandma Gold (daughter of Arvilla) were present with us, too. Did they hear [...]

Sand Sand in my swimsuit, Sand in my hair. When I go to the beach, sand gets everywhere! I wonder, I wonder Oh how can there be, Sand left at the beach When there’s so much on me? ~Helen Moore