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  • January 7, 2026

    LAS VEGAS BOWL

    Once we learned the UTES were headed to the Vegas Bowl, it was easy to get this crew to decide to go to the game! We loved every minute of the game-especially celebrating the WIN!!!!!!!!! It also felt pretty special cheering on Morgan Scalley as the new head coach! It also broke our bowl game…

  • December 28, 2025

    “well I guess I am going on a mission”

    “well I guess I am going on a mission”

    One evening we were watching tv together. She was on her phone working on something. I heard the printer going in the office. “Wanna come with me to drop off my mission papers?” How could I say “no” to that. But truly my heart dropped and the reality of her leaving suddenly weighed so heavy…

  • December 3, 2025

    THANKSGIVING 2025

    THANKSGIVING 2025

    One of the last Thanksgiving memories I have of my dad was about “stuffing.” My mom has prepared corn bread stuffing for all of our Thanksgivings and many Christmases my whole life. She made homemade cornbread in her cast iron skillet. It held diced onion and celery with great seasoning. I loved it. We sat…

  • October 22, 2025

    ST GEORGE FALL BREAK 2025

    We were lucky to be able to be together in St George for a few days last week! Ellie and Sam live there and Sophie and Kate were able to break away from their regular obligations to head south with us! We were also able to talk Lauren, Heidi, Frankie & Gib into joining us…

  • September 12, 2025

    bridges of understanding

    bridges of understanding

    We gathered on Sunday to celebrate my mom and Sam’s birthdays! Ellie and Sam were in town. It was the perfect excuse to have Dede and her family here, nieces and nephews-and friends Kate brought over. After we ate we handed a guitar to one of Kate’s friends. He serenaded my mom-“Hey good lookin’”, sang…

  • September 11, 2025

    sharpen the saw

    sharpen the saw

    I had an idea of a custom table and bench for our home. Knowing Papa has the wood and tools to make my dream into a reality. We found the wood slab in the stacks in the shed. Before they cut it Papa went straight to the shop to sharpen the blade. I learned so…

  • July 1, 2025

    THE MASTERMIND I NEED

    THE MASTERMIND I NEED

    A few months ago, I was sitting in our Sunday church service with a prayer in my heart. President Nelson’s talk THE LORD JESUS CHRIST WILL COME AGAIN (October 2024) was on my mind. Here is a small part of what he shared, My dear brothers and sisters, in a coming day, Jesus Christ will…

  • May 29, 2025

    the way she wanted to walk

    the way she wanted to walk

    So many memories of my girl’s younger years have faded-but for some reason, Sophie’s tendency to put her shoes on the wrong feet has stuck with me. She would grab her shoes and put them on before preschool and 9 times out of 10 the left shoe would be on the right foot and the…

  • May 14, 2025

    a motherhood village

    These women! We moved into the neighborhood where I met them in 1998. We had hopes and efforts to be parents the whole time we loved there. With years of fertility struggles-they shared their kids with us. We had family home evening groups, invited us to babysit occasionally and my favorite-sometimes allowed me to take…

  • April 1, 2025

    our welcome spot

    our welcome spot

    We have been in our (new to us) home for over a year now! In most of the house we have settled in, confident of our furniture placement, etc… I want to start documenting the process-we are always changing and it’s fun to capture what it is like in each stage. In design school, one…

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