Powell 2010

Superior Sunday

My good friend Genevieve was married yesterday, everything was beautiful. I loved catching up with my dear friends. These ladies always had the right answers in ELP (nerd's equivalent of Jr. High) and high school... they still do. My mom so often made comments to me about different people my age and how they seemed to be doing because of the choices they were making. It is interesting you can see their happiness or the lack of so quickly. During the ceremony even before talking to any of them you could tell they are happy. They are bright and beautiful, and just in case anyone couldn't tell since we were 12 they embody so much of what is right about the world. I was overwhelmed for a minute at how good of a feeling it is to see them all successful.

Jon Whipple used to always try to talk Genevieve and me into fighting. She is so tough he and his cronies thought it would be a fun thing to watch; needless to say it never happened. I thought it appropriate that now this group of awesome women is taking the world on instead.

I often think of Mahatma Gandhi's challenge to be the change you want to see in the world... they get it.

Genevieve & Claar 1999 Sausalito

Mother's Day

Forever My Example

Always My Friend

Eternally My Mother

Bitter Sweet

I am spoiled that the time of year I remember my mom moving on is also the time we commemorate Christ's victory over death, the restoration of His church to the earth, and the renewal of spring. I miss her, but am dedicated to missing her the way she would have me. I have fed the ducks, read with my boys, and gone to the temple. Proud sounds a lot better than a smack in the back of the head next time we hug. :)

Dad Doing Well

The Sugery went well and He expects to come home tomorrow. Wahoo!

The Bionic Man

My Dad is at the hospital with Emily having his knees replaced. Hopefully now someone will be able to outrun the boys.

LDS Hospital should be there for a few days and then home for several weeks.

The Results Are In!

My Dad served in a singles ward bishopric when I was little. To this day the ward members remember me as the little girl that would take her clothes off and run though every party.

Yesterday I dropped Maximus off at his first event all by himself, a primary party.

When I returned I was met by a very excited son and the report that he doesn't like to do what the other kids do and insists on taking off his clothes and running around.

In case there was any doubt before, yes he is mine. :)