Farwell to Nanny

This is the Postman's Grandmother. 

The 4th of July

This most beautiful LADY passed away this evening. She was 95. Her time had come and it was peaceful. Even still, I know I'm not someone who deals well with death and goodbyes. I just feel extremely grateful for the chance to have gotten to know her so much better this past year. For years while living in Arizona, she sent cards and gifts and all her love. What a blessing that she moved just one hour away and we were all able to spend time with her and love her more than ever. 

She is truly beautiful and she will be missed. 

We love you Nanny!

Gifts & The Prophets

Oh yes. Love this drawing of President Monson. This is an original artwork and you can own it cheaply for a GREAT cause. Click HERE to go the website to find out HOW and WHY. Mine should be coming this week and I can't wait!

Oh yes. Love this MAN! Don't you just really really miss him sometimes? I do. 

Driving home from Idaho on Sunday, we listened to this song on the radio by Paul Cardall. (It's playing right now, so turn up the volume.) The Postman and I fell in love. I started thinking what a remarkable artist he is. His music and arrangements are so peaceful and beautiful and instantly bring the spirit. Just like 16 year old, Caleb Ceran, some people are just really blessed with gifts to share like that. 

And we're blessed to enjoy them.

Weddings, Weddings, Weddings...

Just got back from Idaho.

 My niece got married!

  

Congratulations Layton and Ashley!

Up next....Nephi and Mallory
My nephew
April Wedding

And, Brian and Vanessa

The Postman's Brother
June Wedding

Last year. Matt & Kylie

The Postman's niece - Mesa, AZ

13 Years Ago...

February 21, 1998

I have found that when you first get married you believe that you are in love. Not until you live the years together do you finally learn TRUE love. It transcends the storms and lows and cold. Then you love because you know you have found someone who can love you, in spite of you, and you find strength in forgiveness and disappointments, companionship, and encouragement. You never abandon or think more of yourself and you don’t give up. You’ll find yourself in these moments of beautiful peace – full of joy and never alone. I’m grateful for my husband who has taught me and helped me to feel all of these things. Most of all, I’m grateful to be loved by him.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 

    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height 

    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 

    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 

    I love thee to the level of everyday's 

    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 

    I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right; 

    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 

    I love thee with the passion put to use 

    In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. 

    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 

    With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath, 

    Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose, 

    I shall but love thee better after death.

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Congratulations to everyone! 

Welcome to the tree! ♥