This was the best weekend. The only complaint I have is that it went by WAY too fast. Our whole family was able to be together as my new little granddaughter was blessed in church. We were able to travel to my oldest daughter's home and celebrate this occasion with her. It was also my son's 18th birthday so we celebrated that, too. It may seem a little odd that I included pictures of our family at a cemetary in this celebration of life post. I think it is pretty fitting, however. The cemetary is located in a small town where the generations of both my husband's mother and father grew up. I think our family is probably related in one way or another to almost every one in that cemetary. We drove through this town on our way to our daughter's house and wanted to stop by the old cemetary. My husband's ancestors were pioneers of this area and sacrificed much so that future generations could be blessed with the blessings of our religion. We owe them so much. So as we went to celebrate the new life of my little granddaughter, Kylee, and the birthday of our son Ty, I think it was important to remember that it was these ancestors that made these occasions possible for us. I love that on our way home we were able to drive by the Manti temple. Our family believes that in these temples are the realization of our belief that families can be together forever...and that is what this weekend to me was all about.
“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey…delays…sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling burst of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.” ― Gordon B. Hinckley