Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
While spending a most wonderful Thanksgiving with Logan, Becca (puppy Roxie), Cory, Melissa, girls; Katelund, Cloey and Hailey (via Melissa's tummy), I learned something about our son, Logan that touched me and spoke of a noble and righteous love. Melissa was asking Becca what Logan had said when he found out she had Multiple Sclerosis. Becca said the minute she heard she went on campus and found him. Understandably anxious, she pulled him out of the class he was in and after telling him, stated, "You know, I could end up in a wheel chair or end up handicapped, are you sure you want to still marry me? You don't have to you know." Logan answered without hesitation, He said: "I am not marrying you for this lifetime. I am marrying you for the eternities and you'll be perfect in the eternities". The quick "Oh," from Melissa was followed by "Isn't that the most tender and romantic thing you have ever heard?" A slight gasp escaped my lips and tears filled my eyes as I felt an overwhelming love and respect for the boy that I knew as my son and now the man I know as Becca's husband.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
In research for a talk I was giving I came across this quote. I loved it so much that I wanted to share it with others:
In 1866, when the Relief Society was reorganized, Eliza [R. Snow] was set apart as president over the entire sisterhood of the Church [of Jesus Christ of Latter-dat Saints]. She received many letters from officers in ward Relief Societies, asking about their duties and responsibilities. In 1869, in answer to such a letter, she wrote these words to Mary Lightener:
“Tell the sisters to go forth and discharge their duties in humility and faithfulness and the Spirit of God will rest upon them, and they will be blest in their labors... (My Favorite part of the quote): ....Let them seek for wisdom instead of power and they will have all the power they have wisdom to exercise!!!” 1
Should you want to learn more about how incredible and inspiring Eliza R. Snow was/is, click on the 1 at the end of her quote.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Stefani's face said it all as she rounded the corner into the celestial room and saw her whole family waiting for her. Though we can put a price on the reception, the temple we cannot, it is a lifetime of blessings and it is priceless.
...But enough of the wedding... the wedding.... the wedding..., Let the pictures speak for themselves.
If you want to see more go to the site below (the photographer's) you will have further view of our destination's end.
(you will need to scroll down to Nathan and Stefani)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Stefani was 18 months old, Cory was 11 years old, with three other children in between the two of them. (In case you lost count that makes a total of five.) There were about 15 or so deacons and teachers running around my house. Literally. You see, scout camp started the next morning at 4:30 AM and John, who had been serving as the young men’s president, decided it would be better to wake up one household rather than 15. There wasn’t a quiet corner to be found, let alone room. So much so, that when President Pickering stopped by to speak with the newly called bishop (my husband) they had to go out to his car to discuss some much needed church business. I remember after a noisy goodbye, which probably woke up every surrounding neighbor (so much for the 'only wake up one household theory’. After all, have you ever been around a bunch of deacons getting ready to leave for scout camp? Well, if not I can tell you they are as giddy as girls, they just do it louder.) But I digress… After every door had been slammed (each about 20 times)and every enthusiastic scout had been strapped in, I dragged my ever so tired feet to the bedroom. It had been a long end to a very emotional day. As I finally laid my head down the clock read 4:45 AM. That was almost exactly 20 years ago and now, the comparison is shouting at me in silent realms. John has once again been called to be bishop (he is hoping the third time is the charm). I have been home from church, about an hour it almost 8:00 PM. The newly called bishop (my husband) is at a stake youth fireside. It is dark outside and the only sound to be heard in my home is that of my keyboard as I type. To add to the ambiance of my solitude, it is raining outside. Instead of a baby Stefani in my arms, a grown Stefani is in Hawaii on her honeymoon, in her husbands arms. My once then deacons are now 29 and thirty years old, in addition, a sister who is 27 and a brother 25. All are married, all live far away from us and now I look at the walls and dare them to talk, shout, say anything but they look at me in mocking silence and dare me to complain. Mind you, complaining I am not, just trying to decide which is better. Actually, there is no deciding. The household full of deacons and unattended children because I am busy trying to save the lamp or the flower vase that just got knocked over by the deacon who is running from the teacher, is the kind of silence that is golden. It is the kind of "silence" I prefer.
But alas, memories only speak so loud and for so long. It is still quiet…and I am still alone. Really, could it be any more different…Note to self: get on Skype, turn the volume up on the computer as loud as it will go and enjoy the sound of grandchildren. Life just keeps on giving doesn't it? Could it be any more better, really?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
I have been a witness to selfless charity throughout my stay here as I as watched Stefani and Amber work together. Amber's constant wish to have Stefni's dreams and desires met for this cuminating event has touched my heart and taught my spirit. She is every bit the sister anyone would want and need! I have seen them laugh together, I have seen them serve each other, I have seen them move on to the more important tasks at hand when communication or exhaustion may have caused a stressful moment (or two). I have listened to prayers that are too sacred to share as their love for each other has been expressed.
I give thanks to my Father in Heaven, an ever loving Savior and my children for allowing me to know the joy of having each of them walk in the ways of the Lord.
The love that each of our children have for one another is beyond my ability to express, the only thing that comes to mind are the words "by their fruits ye shall know them".
What more could a mother ask for?
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Early morning exercise in Las Vegas can cause a lone woman to factor saftey issues in while planning her early morning workout. However, I did not factor in the latest scenario: Walking a bike home that you gave a flat tire to because of sheer ignornace (or stupidity, whichever you choose to think) while a tiger is on the loose. I don't even think pepper spray would render the cat harmless, but then who carries pepper spray?
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Today we celebrate your short yet perfect life. Perfect through Christ and because of this knowledge along with the promise of eternal families we can find joy in this day, rather than sorrow. If you were here I would whisper my love for you, whisper of my gratitude to your mother and father for making the choice to bring you to this earth. I would tell you of their love for you and all the sacrifices they made to bring you here. I would tell you of the many times your sisters speak of their desire for your return. I suspect these things you already know, but I would speak them just the same.
Today on your birthday, my birthday wish for you is that you will always know how much we love and miss you and that the promise, so beautifully spoken by Elder Richard G. Scott that "Sunday will come" is ever present in our minds when we think of you. However, until that day comes, for this Sunday, may it be enough that we had you for a moment.
All my love,
Grandma by the beach
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
With plans to visit the Patterson's over the fourth (long time family friends, soon to be in-laws:) Linda called me to ask how I felt about the three of us, Stefani, Linda and myself getting a "Dr. Fish's" pedicure while we were there.
2. Put your feet up on the top of the tank, while a warm cloth is laid over your legs/feet, then gently have them wiped down.
3. Timer is set for 20 minutes
4. Put your feet in the tank and hang on with all the self discipline you can muster while the fish swarm to your feet and begin what I would like to call a feeding frenzy!
As you can guess it was the most unusual pedicure ever known to this Mann:)
We giggled, we laughed. It tickled, it caused grimace at the mere thought of what they were doing, let alone the feeling! I grabbed onto Linda's arm when they seem to be extra hungry and going at it. We pursed our lips as if to help us gain greater self mastery over the desire to shake the fish away from their breakfast. I must confess I gave in a few times but not too worry, they found their way back as soon as my feet settled. To distract my thoughts I found myself gazing at the large pictures on the walls of infamous people who had given into curiosity themselves. There was Diane Sawyer, Whoopi Goldberg, Kathy Lee Gifford, Hota Kotb, I suppose one could say I was rubbing feet with the big fish.
A fisherman's dream indeed; a place where one can be assured the fish are always biting.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.Psalm 23