Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Hill Aerospace Museum

Nearly every time we have driven south Kelly has talked about going to this museum. We were excited to make it happen but were sad that we missed Mary Ella. We had a great time and everyone was excited. Kelly and John loved the planes and Clara loved thinking about WWII. After we were done we ate at KFC and then had plenty of time to drive home, unpack, and get the children to bed on time. Fun times.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Monday, April 13, 2015

Sunday, April 12, 2015


 Once again we found ourselves in Zion the Saturday of Easter weekend. The weather was really nice and the company was better. We were pleased that the park rangers were uncharacteristically accommodating. We ate taco salad, baked beans, applesauce cake, and bunny cookies. Kelly's idea of bringing San Pellegrino was a hit as well.  We lost John for a little bit and he missed the egg hunt but he got a lot of exercise climbing up to touch the cliff. Watching the children wade in a little pond by a waterfall was a big highlight. The pathway to the narrows was packed but we had a great time throwing rocks in the Virgin River.
I love Zion. I love this tradition. But mostly I love my family.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Playdate Birthday Party

 This was a chilliest party I have every given. The darling girls played, ate cupcakes Grandma made, watch Lindsey and I pop popper while they covered their ears, took turns rocking in the rocker, colored with the gift Alex gave her. 3 little girls for a darling 3 year old party.

When I took this last photo, the girls all ended up falling over because there arms where linked.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Saturday, March 21, 2015

A Psalm of Life

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
   We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
   Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
   Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
   Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
   With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
   Learn to labor and to wait.