A year ago in accordance with what was going on in my life I wrote several posts about my Dad, the memories that I had with him and how grateful I was to have him. I haven't always been so forthcoming with positive things to say about my Mom. When I was younger we had a terrible relationship, I was down right mean to my Mom, causing problems between her and my Dad and between others in the family.
When my Dad fell down the stairs two of my brothers were home for Christmas but they soon had to return to school and it was only my Mom and I home. Our relationship changed drastically, we became each others support, crying, laughing, hugging, listening, and just sitting with each other. My Mom became one of my best friends, though she wasn't always with me I talked with her each day, I still do, even with us being thousands of miles away.
I love this picture of her with Erick's sisters Madelaine and Lily, it shows the love that my Mom has: for her children and for her "adopted children" (of which there are many).
My Mom continually volunteers for things, even if she doesn't have the time or energy. Almost daily when I call her she will say that we can't talk for very long because she has 7 or 8 things that need to be done before she goes to bed (and it's already 9 o'clock). She opens her arms, heart, and home to everyone that she meets.
I am so lucky to have my Mom, I know that Heavenly Father chose for me to have her and her to have me for a very specific reason and I am so grateful for his decision. I love her and am grateful for her example in my life.
I Love You Mommy! Happy Mothers Day!
I'm a little behind in my PhotoHunt's, so I'm trying to get caught up...Oct. 9th's was Stripes. This is the pillowcase that I made in my class last year, I am quite proud of it :D
Ok, so not quite American but I still thought that it was an awesome picture that I took! I took this last time when Nathan and Sallee were here visiting. We went to place and watched a Changing of the Guard. All the people kept walking back and forth and Sallee and I got a little tired of it, so we sat down and I quickly snapped this picture when the wind picked up all the flags.
This might seem like a different picture to some to post under the category. This picture was taken at the luncheon after my Dad's burial, a time when most people would all be wearing black, crying and not a smile to be found. Instead in LDS cultural a funeral is filled with smiles, laughter, colors and celebration of the person that lived; yes there are tears, we do miss the person. But it's more than that, though me miss the person greatly we know that we will be together with them again and would rather appreciate the things that we loved about that person. 
My freshman year I was a custodian at the Cannon Center. Every evening we had to wait until Tomassitos (a pizza place) and Cosmos (a hamburger grill) closed so that we could do their dishes. Because Tomassitos wasn't that big of a place they would fill those grey tubs up with ice and keep the food containers in the ice. Most nights we would melt it in the sink, but one night for some strange reason Matt agreed to let Cari dump the ice on him after work. So here he is covered with freezing cold ice water.
