Learned from my friend Jessica how to tell the difference between Queen Anne’s Lace, Elderflower, Common Yarrow, and Spreading Hedge Parsley today. (I used to think they were all Queen Anne’s Lace) #cmiconference #naturewalk #naturejournal
Thanksgiving 2025
7 Dec
I am full of thanks for this fall, which has been a time of growth and meaningful work for me.
I began the school year teaching in third grade with 31 students. After 3-4 weeks, the principal and superintendent made the decision to split the class.
They pulled a teacher from kindergarten and then I had only 15 students to teach. It was the right decision, but it took a couple of weeks for that transition to settle and for class to run smoothly.
Then in November, the principal came to me and the other third grade teacher and asked if we would consider making a switch where I would teach English Language Arts to both classes of third grade and my team teacher would teach math to both classes. We made that change after Veterans Day.
Again, it was a good change. I feared that the transition would be difficult, but it was a smoother transition than the split earlier in the year, and it was validating to be asked to teach the reading lessons- it shows the confidence that the administration has in me.
Each day teaching tests me to the limit of my ability. I second-guess my choices frequently. I want so badly to do what is best for my students.
I am rarely confident that what I’m doing is best, but it is the best I know how to do.
Every day has frustration and discouragement within it- but at the same time, every day has tiny victories, and I love the work.
Friday before the Veteran’s Marathon, we got to take the elementary kids over to the tribal park for a little run.
It was a fun afternoon.
My sister and her husband moved to Monument Valley, and she is teaching math at the high school. She has been my walking buddy all fall. (As well as who I go to when I’m out of corn starch and when I don’t know how to solve a problem in my classroom.)
On November 15th, we did a four-mile Fun Run loop around the West Mitten — part of the Veterans Marathon weekend races. It was the first time either of us had run a race as adults. We had numbers pinned to us and a free t-shirt, and everything. We were very proud of ourselves for finishing that four miles in an hour and 20 minutes.
My parents and my little brother, Sammy, visited us the next weekend. Sammy flew home to Missouri on Tuesday, but Mom and Dad stayed through Thanksgiving. It was delightful to have them here. Benji, Gwendolyn, and Renata came down from Rexburg. The moment they walked through the door, the house felt happier and warmer.
Wednesday, the boys hiked to Teardrop Arch
Thursday:
Amanda and I tried very hard not to cook too much food, but despite our efforts to hold back and despite the fact that we last minute invited four missionaries and a single guy from the ward, we still ate that Thanksgiving food for two days.
On Friday, we took Mom and Dad on the 17 mile slow, bumpy drive around the tribal park.
Then we drove over Monument Valley Pass and up the road a little to Forest Gump Hill. We bought lots of jewelry from the Navajo ladies with tables, too.
While we were bumping around the tribal park, the resident Major took the college kids on a 5.5 mile hike along the rim of the valley (Sentinal Mesa Trail) and then down around the West Mitton (Wildcat Trail).
The girls and I tried out those Korean collagen masks while we watched “Running Brave” the Billy Mills story. Verdict on the masks after one try: meh. Mary Kay is better.
I am especially grateful today for the opportunity to be a teacher and for time to spend with my family.
We have entered the Advent season. This is one of my favorite times of the year. It is a time to remember how the earth yearned for the coming Christ before His birth, and a time to feel our own yearning for His coming again. As we each do our part to build Zion in our hearts and homes, and in our community, we can hasten His coming. I pray this Advent season brings you peace and joy in the hope of Christ.
❤️ GlowWorm
Trusting God
26 OctThings I’ve been thinking on lately.
Trusting Jesus Christ
Elder Gary E. Stevenson said recently, “Living prophets in our day–who receive revelation from God to teach and lead us– are increasingly inviting us to come unto Christ.” Part of coming unto Christ means we have to trust Him. This is harder to do than it is to talk about. To a small or great degree, we each want to keep our independence. We want to “own our own soul” as C.S. Lewis put it. Elder Sandino Roman of the Seventy asked this question in his talk, “Faith: A Bond of Trust and Loyalty.” He asked, “How can you increase your trust in Christ?” He was speaking to the youth, and he gave them two steps to try, which I know work, because I’ve done these things in my life:
“Start by meditating about Christ and the happiness His Atonement and gospel bring to your life. Also, make a record of the “spiritually defining memories” where God has been there for you, for your loved ones, and for the people in the scriptures. Now, these testimonies will not bring power to your life until the Spirit etches them in the “fleshy tables” of your heart. So ponder and record all God set in motion for these miracles to come at just the right time. Next, use this exercise as an opportunity to get closer to God. Pray to your Heavenly Father as if it were the first time. Express your love and gratitude for His blessings. Even ask Him how He feels about you and about the direction your life is taking.”
Elder Roman promised, “If you are sincere and humble, you will hear His answer and begin a personal and lasting relationship with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. Not only that, but your religious habits will become meaningful! For instance, you will look forward to your prayers, personal study, and temple worship as opportunities to get to know Them and be with Them.”
That is a beautiful promise. When we are not meditating on the tender mercies of God and praying with gratitude, it is easy to think that those actions sound boring or pretentious. But when we are actually doing those things, they are meaningful and exciting. Simone Weil, a French philosopher, teacher, and activist said: “Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
I began thinking over what other things I have done in my life that have increased my trust in Jesus Christ. I thought of when President Nelson urged us to let God prevail in our lives. He asked us, “Are you willing to let God prevail in your life?…Are you willing to have your will swallowed up in His?…Consider how such willingness could bless you…”
I asked myself, “What is preventing me from giving my will wholly to God?” and a thought came to my mind. “What if giving my will to God means that I have to continue to struggle and worry over *a certain situation* for the rest of my life. What if it is His will that I stay in this situation?” I cried a little bit. And then I decided that even if that is what it meant, I was willing to give my will to God. There have been 2 or 3 times since then when a struggle has come to me, and I ask myself, “even now? Will I give my will to God even now?” Each time I have decided “Yes. Even now I will give my will to Him.” Each time I give my will to Him it is easier and my trust in Him grows. What I have found is that God is good. His plans are often not what I imagined. I trust that His plans are better. I have learned for myself that God keeps His promises.
Elder Sandino Roman said: “faith sprouts as we trust in Jesus Christ and blooms as we are faithful and loyal to Him. If you want a true relationship with Christ, show Him by making covenants and honoring them with faithfulness and loyalty. Making covenants with Jesus builds hope. Honoring them builds faith.”
President Nelson said: “What is the Lord willing to do for Israel? The Lord has pledged that He will fight our battles, and our children’s battles, and our children’s children’s battles to the third and fourth generation. …My dear brothers and sisters, as you choose to let God prevail in your lives, you will experience for yourselves that our God is a God of miracles.”
I have seen those miracles in my life and in the lives of my children. I know my children are benefitting from the covenants of my parents and grandparents that God is honoring -that He would fight the battles of their children’s children. When I was young and I had a question about life or the gospel, I would ask my dad. My dad would open the scriptures and read the answer to me. I trusted his guidance as I would have trusted words from the Prophet himself. I didn’t need to check other sources. I wanted to know the scriptures like my dad did when I grew up, and so I studied. I didn’t just listen in General Conference, I took notes. I didn’t allow myself to quote someone without making sure that I knew who it was that said the quote. I studied my scriptures and took notes. I likened the scriptures to myself, and I pondered, “what is the lesson here for me?” Over time I became a mother and still I studied. I taught my children, and I studied. There came a day when there was an upheaval in my family. One of my children decided to leave the church. As I tried to navigate this event and counsel with my other grown children still at home, I asked them: “If you have concerns about gospel doctrine, let’s talk about them before you make a decision.” They were silent, and then they said to me, “Well mom, we could talk about it, but that would just be your opinion.” I felt as if all the air had been sucked away from my lungs. I felt like Rebecca in Genesis when she says to Isaac, “What good shall my life do me?”
I had spent all that time learning and studying, and my children were not interested in what I had gathered for them.
But a couple of years later, when my son began to seriously prepare for his mission, he and I began to study the scriptures together in the morning before he went to work. We were trying to mimic the companionship study he would be doing on his mission. I loved those mornings, but I often worried that I talked too much or pointed out things that were not relevant to him. I was trying to feel and follow the Spirit, but I was also worrying. Then one morning he said, “Mom, how do you do it? That is the third time that you have said the exact thing I needed to hear.” It was so sweet to my ears. It was a miracle. My son’s mission was a miracle. I know that God keeps His promises. I know He has a plan for each of my children, and it is a good plan. Those plans are not finished yet.
Doctrine and Covenants 93:1- Verily thus saith the Lord: it shall come to pass that every soul who forsaketh his sins and cometh unto me, and calleth on my name, and obeyeth my voice, and keepeth my commandments, shall see my face and know that I am.
After the Farmington Temple dedication, our Stake President, President Whaley wrote to the Tuba City Stake. He spoke of President Buu Nygren of the Navajo Nation visiting the open house and asking Elder Neil L Anderson, “Can a temple be built on the Navajo Nation?” Elder Anderson related this question and promised that in due time a temple would be built on the Navajo Reservation. President Whaley exhorted us as a stake, saying, “When it does happen, it won’t be because we asked for it…It won’t happen because a political figure asks for it. It will happen when we are worthy, prepared, and ready to perform the ordinances that can happen only in the House of the Lord.” President Whaley asked us to pay our tithing and to keep the Sabbath Day holy. He reminded us that we are in a drought that has lasted over 30 years. He said that we have been promised rain, that we could have grass again in Monument Valley if we would pay our tithing. (I didn’t know that Monument Valley used to have grass. That was pretty wondrous to me.)
We are in the last days. It is already bad enough. The children already suffer enough. We just need to build Zion so that Jesus can return.
Elder Sandino Roman: “I invite you today to nurture your relationship with Jesus Christ. Make a commitment to never forsake Him…Your loyalty, love, and trust in Christ will shape your character and identity after His. You will gain confidence and strength to overcome Satan’s attacks. And when you make mistakes, you will yearn for His forgiveness. Finally, your hope for the future will be bright. He will trust you with His power to accomplish anything He expects of you, even the power to return to His presence.”
No matter what excuse you make, it doesn’t change the truth that Jesus Christ loves you. He has paid the price for your redemption. You have value in His eyes–great value–more than you comprehend. You were created on purpose. You are here for a purpose, and God needs you. Within you is the power to do much good.
❤ GlowWorm
A Navajo Story
18 Apr
Today I survived my first field trip as a teacher. I was dreading it. But everything went well, and no students acted too wild, got lost, or got hurt –not worse than tripping and falling on the trail, anyway. And no one threw up on the bus. phew!
We are in state testing for the next 3 weeks. boring! But soon enough that will be over as well, and then there are only about 3 weeks of school left. I am going to make sure to do some of the things I really love to do with students- like writing more poetry.
Two weeks ago, I heard a Navajo elder tell a story, and I keep thinking about it. This morning I was thinking about it again.
The story goes like this:
There was a young Diné boy. (Diné is the name that the Navajo call themselves.) The boy’s mother had told him never to go in a certain direction while he was hunting. She said that there were bad spirits and shapeshifters in that area. But the boy had his bow and arrows, and he thought he was strong. He wanted to hunt squirrels or rabbits for his family. So one morning before anyone else was up, he took his bow and arrows and went in that direction. As he walked, he met a giant. The giant touched his arm and looked into his eyes. He spoke kindly to the boy, saying, “Come with me to my house. There are many squirrels you can hunt there.” And because the giant had captured the boy with his eyes and his ears and his touch, the boy was under his power and agreed to go with him.
When they reached the giant’s home, the boy looked around at the barren land and said, “There are no squirrels, nor any other animal here. Why did you say there were?” He looked up at the giant, but the giant’s whole demeanor had changed. Now his face was cruel. The giant said, “Go gather me some firewood.”
The boy, knowing there were no animals around to eat, asked, “Why do you want firewood?”
“I’m going to cook you and eat you,” said the giant. Then, because he was in total control of the situation, the giant lay down and went to sleep.
The boy could not get away, so he began gathering the firewood. As he gathered the wood, he wept in fear and loneliness. But then, he heard a “Hsst!” which is how Diné parents get the attention of their children. The boy looked around, but couldn’t see anyone, so he continued gathering wood. Again, he heard, “Hsst!” He looked around, and this time, he saw a little chei, a little horned toad, sitting on a rock nearby. The chei wears arrowheads all over his body and even a big arrowhead as a hat on top of his head. The little horned toad asked the boy, “Why are you gathering wood and crying?”
“I am in the power of a wicked giant,” said the boy. “He is making me gather this firewood so that he can cook me and devour me. I’ll never see my mother or the rest of my family again,” and the boy began to cry even harder. “I can help you,” said the chei. “Do you see my hat? The giant is afraid of my hat. Take it and put it on and show it to the giant, and he will run away.”
The boy took the arrowhead hat from the horned toad and thanked him. He put on the hat and ran to where the giant was sleeping. He shook the giant’s arm and shouted, “Hey, hey, look at my hat.” The giant woke up and saw the hat, and he was afraid. He backed up away from the boy and began to run. The boy chased after him, shaking his hat. The giant ran until he fell off the edge of a mesa. That was the end of the giant, and the boy was able to return to his family.
After he told the story, the Navajo elder explained that in the old days, giants in the stories represented disease– unknown illnesses that could wipe out a whole family or even a whole clan. But, he said, the stories are still for today. Today the giant represents drugs or alcohol. The youth need to listen to their parents, listen to their elders, just like the boy listened to the little chei. (Chei is also the Diné word for maternal grandfather.) The teachings of your elders are like the hat that the chei gave to the boy so that he could defeat the giant.
This story reminds me of the parable of the prodigal son, and how while feeding the pigs, the young man came to himself and remembered his father’s home. I was also reminded of Enos, who was hunting beasts in the forest, when the words of his father sank deep into his heart, and he prayed for forgiveness, and obtained great promises. And, I was reminded of Alma the Younger, who in his moment of excruciating despair, remembered his father teaching of one Jesus Christ, a son of God. Alma cried out for help, “Oh Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me,” and was delivered from torment.
It is interesting to me that the chei gives the boy a hat–just like we talk about the helmet of salvation. (Doctrine and Covenants 27:18) Billy Graham said that when we put on the helmet of salvation, we put on Christ himself. President Nelson said, “God so loved the world that He sent His son to help us. And His son, Jesus Christ, gave His life for us. All so that we could have access to godly power–power sufficient to deal with the burdens, obstacles, and temptations of our day.”
No matter what giants we must face in this life, whether the giant of illness, of addiction, of pride, or of despair; whether the giants catch us with our eyes, our ears, or our feelings, it is Jesus Christ alone who will save us.
January school
10 Jan
This week I spent 2 days away from my classroom.
At the beginning of the school year when I had to miss a day of school for new teacher training (once every month), I was very stressed out— how can I write sub plans?? I hardly know what I am doing, let alone how to write it down so someone else can do it!! However, when I learned in December that I had two inservice days the first full week of school in January, I felt that writing sub plans was a good exchange for two days break from the classroom!!
I must be getting better at planning, even though it doesn’t feel like it, because I can often be satisfied enough with what I’ve got by 4:30 pm. In the fall, I often stayed at school until 6 pm, or walked home at 4 to fix dinner and interact with the kids, but then went back to the school from 6-9pm to work on plans.
The first day of inservice was Leadership Team meeting. The principal switched up the teacher leadership team, and I am now on it. There is one teacher from each grade level on the team, so this is not because I am perceived as a good leader, but just because it is my turn. The leadership team went to the district for training and to work on our 90-day plan for spring. I hardly knew we had a 90 day plan in the fall. I’m looking forward to being on leadership team because I’ll know what is going on now— and I’ll have a voice in it.
Today was my second inservice day. It was a training for LETRS which is a science of reading training that all K-3 teachers in Utah are required to take. I know you will ask- but aren’t I teaching fourth grade? Yes, but I already know that I’ll be teaching third grade next year. The current third grade teacher has always taught 4-5th grade until this year, and desperately wants to be back in the “upper hall” (4-6th grade) also, she is unwilling to do the LETRS training. I want to do the training because I have to take a Foundations of Reading test for my Utah teaching certificate. This training will help me pass that test. (P.S. did I mention that Utah is making it much easier to get my professional license than Missouri was going to be? It’s significantly so)
I have had overviews on the science of reading before. I’ve read at least 2 books on the subject while I was homeschooling, and the language arts curriculum we use at TES is based on it, so my training for that also had an overview. But I’ve never had a fabulous teacher before. My teacher today was so good at showing us the theory and then bringing it down and showing us what that actually means for our students.
For example, I have seen the simple model for reading many times:
word decoding x language comprehension = reading comprehension.
I knew that if a child can decode words but doesn’t know the meaning of the words, they will not comprehend what they read. Contrarily, if the child has a huge vocabulary but cannot decode words, again there will be no reading comprehension. 0 x 1 = 0.
I knew that diagram, but the true implication of it was not clear to me until my teacher today said, “This means that you cannot teach reading comprehension, because reading comprehension is a function of decoding skills and language comprehension. If a child cannot understand the main idea of a text, you do not reteach how to find the main idea. You go back and find out if they need word decoding skills or vocabulary/syntax/context and teach them what they are missing.”
I have been banging my head against the wall trying to teach reading comprehension to my students for half a year. What would have actually helped them was if I had been teaching vocabulary words and we had been playing with those words in every way we could. I know how to teach vocabulary, but I haven’t been doing it much because the curriculum only slots 5 minutes a day to vocabulary, but there are 10 new vocabulary words per lesson, and it’s overwhelming (not to mention kind of impossible) to teach that many new words even if I take more than 5 minutes. However, from now on, vocabulary is going to get a big fat juicy slice of time in my lessons. With pictures. And four-square. And discussion. I’ll figure out something else to skinny down.
(Here is where I will avoid going on a soapbox rant about the magical time thinking that my curriculum engages in, where it pretends that the lessons can be taught in 90 minutes a day, but there are all these asides about how I **may** want to spend more time at some other part of the day working on vocabulary or re-reading the text for fluency, or giving the students additional time to finish up the writing assignment. Or here is an extra 20 minute lesson to help my English Language Learners (that’s the whole class) but don’t think of it as “extra” think of it as “support” and whenever I ask the curriculum representatives and the instructional coaches how to find these other minutes, let alone just accomplish what the curriculum says we can do in the 90 minutes—we aren’t as fast at reading as it thinks— they tell me I just have to “be intentional” and if one more person on a teacher zoom training answers my real and serious questions with “you just have to be intentional,” I might just intentionally set the school on fire. ahem.)
Other news:
Because of her birthday, Apple Pie is now in Young Women’s with Key Lime Pie and Banana Cream Pie. So that is fun. Thursday night is now boys home alone watching football while all the girls go to the church for Uno, painting, and soon: pickleball. We haven’t done much sports for YW because team sports aren’t much fun when you only have 4 people to play. And our cultural hall is also the chapel in our small building, so we would have to move all the folding chairs before and after we played (I don’t think we even have a basket ball hoop in there, but I should look again. I can be pretty unobservant about that stuff.) Anyway, I had the realization that pickle ball works with four people, and I’m pretty excited about it. I still need to buy equipment and learn how to play…
We had a school wide spelling bee. Zeke almost won, but spelled the word enjoy with a “g” instead of a “j.” He insists that he said “j” but the whole school heard “g.” So he is a little sad today. I let him have ice cream after dinner. Maybe we will start having family spelling bees for fun. And playing Balderdash. However, the Pies are highly suspicious of any game that smells like a learning game. They flatly refuse to play. “Why are you ruining our fun with learning?” says Banana Cream Pie. But they might not realize that they are learning vocabulary with Balderdash. 🤞🤞
Teacher Heaven
6 Sep
Teaching is exhausting and overwhelming and frustrating. I never appreciated how much before. Most mornings that I begin with energy and hopefulness end with me walking home with my head buzzing and spirit dragging.
I know what I want to achieve, but I haven’t figured out how to do it well yet. It’s going to take time for my daily practice to match up with what I hope is possible as a teacher. I still haven’t figured out routines and procedures, and I want to throw out the class rules and anything else I began with and start over already. It’s hard to have patience with myself, because I want to be a master at it immediately, not months and years down the road.
Yesterday, I tried having my fourth-graders write poetry using a poetry prompt from Joseph Fasano’s book “The Magic Words.” It was kind of a huge chaotic mess, and it took way too long, and I was thinking maybe I should wait until later in the year to try poetry again. I felt that the whole attempt was kind of a fail.
But today, when I asked them to get their writing notebooks out, one of my students whispered to me, “I love this notebook because of what I wrote in it.” And then he patted his poem lovingly.
That is a little glow of joy that I don’t want to lose in the heap of struggle that was today.
❤️ GlowWorm
Lulubell
13 Jul
Introducing the newest member of our household: “Lulubell.”
We adopted her today. She is all black with green eyes.
We chose her name via a 10-space double elimination bracket.
The kiddie pies are excited to snuggle and love her. In-house therapy cat …activate!
*Some of the names that didn’t make the cut:
Asmodea
Meohistophe-fleas
Dorrie (the little witch)
Sadie
Shiny Demon (in the Middle of the Road)
Piper
Peace Giving thoughts
8 Jul
My friend asked me what she could do to help her LGBTQ daughter who is trying to come back to church. She loves her daughter. She admires her daughter. But she has no answers.
I don’t have answers.
Here are the ideas I hold on to while I wait for answers:
I love my child.
I know Heavenly Father loves my child.
I know God has a plan for and a place for my child. Even though it isn’t clear what that plan is, I have faith that it will be glorious and joyful
Our church believes in continuing revelation, and I pray for that more revelation for how my LGBTQ+ family and friends fit into the Plan of Salvation,
At the same time I try not to get my hopes pinned on that revelation being a certain thing or within a certain timing.
In addition to those ideas,
I remind myself that my job is not to make things turn out right. That is Jesus’s job. My job is to love others and repent for myself.
While we don’t get to know as much as we want, it is good to pray and ask, “What is my next step?” and then do our best to do what seems right.
I read the scriptures and feel peace.
When the captain and I went to Gather, it was so good to feel that we were not alone. I had not realized how much I needed to hear someone else say their daughter uses all the pronouns. I’ve struggled with that, and it was such a relief to know I’m not the only one. Gather was a positive and loving atmosphere.
Loving is the most important thing. Our LGBTQ family members experience so much social un-safety. Because of this, they always fear rejection, so they need us to be obvious with our expressions of love and acceptance.
They need places where they feel safe both in church and out of church, so it is good to encourage them as they attempt to find those places (both in and out of church.)
❤️ GlowWorm
June 2024- First half
10 JunAfter school was out, I had to finish planning our ward girls’ camp.
But I did fit in time for walks and runs with the captain.
And I made a dress out of this fabric that I bought 9 years ago. so fun. This is the Laundry Day Tee pattern from Love Notions
Planning camp wasn’t a huge amount of work, because we kept it very simple. But I did need to finalize the food plans, gather candles for unity circle, craft supplies for just in case, and create some little songbook/camp journals for the girls to write in after devotional in the evening.
We camped in Durango, Colorado, at a very nice camp ground with a pool. The girls did a lot of swimming, because the weather was far hotter than we anticipated for such a high altitude as Durango and it being early June. The pool was a definite win.
For our big adventure, we went on a trail ride and also took a short walk along the Animas River.
With only four girls, it felt more like family camping than a church camp.
But they loved singing all the silly camp songs, and generally had a good time. I think they built their friendships and they felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. That was our goal. Win.
The girls’ only requested change for next year was that we put Ramen noodles on the menu. haha.
I feel like we can say it was a success based on these sneak peeks from the girls’ journals:
More trail ride pictures:
Banana Cream Pie writes Poetry
3 JunA Book of Nonsense
Banana Cream Pie made a poetry book which she brought home at the end of the school year.
I love the title she chose.
The cover and the drawing for the final picture are her art. The other pictures are from the internet.
Pride Month 2024
1 Jun
My resident Captain really wanted to march in the Pride Parade with the Dragon Dads in Salt Lake City, so he got permission to drill on Monday and Tuesday.
Sunday he marched in the parade with the Dragon Dads, but on Saturday…
On Saturday he gave out free dad hugs at the Dragon Dad’s booth. He hugged over 600 strangers- awkwardly long hugs— and he loved it. He wept when he told me about it later.
Over and over, as he hugged LGBTQ+ individuals, they said to him:
“I miss my father”
“My father doesn’t understand me”
“My father hates me”
“You don’t know how much this means”
The resident captain is pretty reserved. He is firmly in the introvert camp. He doesn’t share his emotions with very many people.
In the past, he was not very outwardly compassionate or empathetic towards others.
For him to be hugging and loving strangers… it is a mighty change. It is a miracle. And that miracle happened because of God’s love, because of our daughter having the courage to come out, and because of my husband’s willingness to start listening to the stories of humans whose perspective was different from his own.
I am so grateful, so so grateful.
❤️❤️❤️
While the Captain was hugging and hugging and hugging, I took the kids to the pool in Farmington. I felt like we needed to do something to celebrate the beginning of summer, and they do love a lazy River.
We had snow cones and pizza, too.
Marvelous Pigs in Satin 