15 April 2012


Because I don't blog daily, my entries tend to be lengthy.
I entitled this entry 'Nourishment' because it reflects the feelings
I have felt these past few weeks as I have noticed
and experienced the things depicted in these photos.
I think from time to time we all have periods in our lives
when we are more reflective, and seem more aware of
the blessings in our lives. In 2009, I began this blog to
share "beautiful things, personal thoughts and
reflections" with hopes that our family ties might be bound
ever stronger 'each to each.' This is still my primary goal.
For my family, and anyone else taking a periodical peek...
here are the most recent things which have made
"My Heart Leap Up."

It has been so exciting to watch the buds, leaves,
and blossoms appear on the apple
espalier we planted last fall.

And the day came when the risk to remain
tight in a bud was more painful than
the risk it took to blossom.
(think about that)
~Anais Nin~

"Getting a Bath."
She hates it.

"After Bath"

I like to think that she believes that "out of all
the other Beagles in the world...you chose me."
We love our 'Caramel girl.'

Saturday Ty woke up to Caution
Tape around his car.

Sunday, he woke up to toilet paper in the trees.
Nice touch...raking the T.P in his shirt and tie.

Is it true he only has a year and a
half left at home? Ugh.

Our General Conference morning nourishment...

...and some 'sweet' nourishment to take to
Grandma and Grandpa's house for
after-conference lunch.

To be nourished by any of the
conference addresses go here.

Grandpa and Steve

Grandpa checking Emily's loose tooth.

Grandma serves kisses, counsel
and cookies daily. --Unknown

In our case...popsicles. Forever, the grandchildren
have helped themselves to the endless supply
of popsicles with each and every visit to
Grandma's house. (Anne Marie saw this photo
and said "Dude...she has seriously stepped it up! When I
was little we only got fruit popsicles!")


Thomas, Matt and Molly's youngest son, received
the Aaronic Priesthood in Grandma and Grandpa's
family room that day. I was so touched by how
moved he was. Without embarrassment, tears
streamed down his face as, one by one, he
embraced this family group of worthy
Priesthood holders he had just joined.

Being part of a family means you are part of something
very wonderful. It means you will love and be
loved for the rest of your life.

An embrace from Grandpa.
Just looking at this photo makes my
eyes moist. We are so blessed.
"Spirit-to-Spirit Nourishment."

Someone...please stop the clock.

And, my Ty-Boy pipes down the sun.

Kris and I snuck away to Cambria for a few days.
We spent a couple of afternoons on the beach
playing with the camera apps on our iphones.

A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast
[and lunch, and dinner, and breakfast again!]
alone with one's husband, but how seldom married
people in the midst of life achieve it.
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh~
(Gift from the Sea)

This time...Kris pipes the sun down.

Hide not your talents. They for us were made.
What's a sundial...in the shade?
~Benjamin Franklin~

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious,
too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty,
open as a beach--waiting
a gift from the sea.
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh~

While in Cambria, I read Heaven Is Here
by, Stephanie Nielson. She is a living illustration
of hope. She reminds me that we are spirits first.

Someday, someone will walk into your life and
make you realize why it never worked out
with anyone else. ~Unknown~

I pray because I can't help myself.
I pray because I'm helpless.
I pray because the need flows out of me all
of the time, waking and sleeping.
It doesn't change God, it changes me.
~C.S. Lewis~

No matter how much falls on us, we keep
plowing ahead...

...that's the only way to keep the roads clear.
~Greg Kincaid~

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the
beach. One can collect only a few, and they are
more beautiful if they are few.
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh~
(Gift from the Sea)

I have been overcome by the beauty and richness
of our life together, those early mornings
setting out, those evenings gleaming
with rivers and lakes below us,
still holding the last light.
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh~

I have decided that our lives are a lot like the ocean.
Sometimes there are soft currents.
Sometimes there are lots of waves.
Often, I wish for more consistency rather than
the highs and lows that, like the ocean,
pattern the path of our lives.
But, most of all I am grateful for the
nourishment and wisdom that is in
every splash and drop.
They all matter.