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Christmas Review

We enjoyed the holiday season. It all seemed such a whirlwind because we moved, then we traveled, and we went straight into the festivities of Christmas. The months were full of fun, and a lot of concerts. 

I have always loved the holidays. I do find it is a time where my emotions are a little more raw, and I miss Charles terribly. I spent a lot of time in the evenings snuggled up on the couch watching Hallmark movies by myself, and sometimes with the kids. I never realized how many of the Hallmark shows were about widows and widowers. I guess finding new love as a widow is a great Christmas miracle storyline. I cried my brains out many times this season while watching movies. 

I love the holidays, but I am glad they are over for now. I am ready to regroup and pull myself together. We are heading into a new year and I look forward to that. I do love fresh starts and new beginnings. 

Here are some pictures from the holiday season... 

William was an angel in the Christmas Nativity they put on for our ward. My favorite thing was that Daniel was one of the narrators and he was narrating when William was acting out the words. It was adorable. William is the only boy in a class of girls... he might appreciate that fact more one day. 

Sammi and her friend, Alec, playing the piano before the program started. 

We took the kids to see Star Wars with a bunch of friends. If you haven't seen it, it was awesome. Everyone loved it. 

 Daniel is waiting to open his Christmas eve pajamas
 It is a tradition, and the kids love it.
 It was definitely a Star Wars themed year.
 Henry loves Mickey Mouse, he was excited.
 Playing with toys
 Daniel sporting his Jammies.
 Sharing.
 Sammi getting cuddled in her new blanket... so soft and fluffy. (The blanket, not Sammi.)
 Hooray for Christmas!
 My parents got the kids a speaker/disco ball. It is super awesome. We had a dance party with friends and it was a blast.
 My kids only request was for Legos... they got a bunch of Star Wars Legos.
 This was Daniel's dream gift. He was a happy child.
 They spent a full 12 hours just building on Christmas day. It is becoming a tradition to spend Christmas building Lego creations.
 Legos are way super cool now.
 Even Sammi scored some Legos... the Frozen set was adorable. Sammi is 14, but she still loves all things Disney Princess. She will never grow too old for Disney.
 We made loads of cookies and treats this year, and man I feel it! It was fun while it lasted though.
 We went and caroled and delivered treats.
 The kids got mugs and blankets from my parents for Christmas Eve. Henry would not let go of his mug.
 Cheese.
 Cuddled up in their new blankets and ready to watch the Polar Express.
It snowed all day Christmas Eve, and our driveway is the neighborhood sledding hill. The kids had lots of fun in the snow.

 Hot coco before the Polar Express.
Watching the Polar Express is a big time tradition in our family, they cannot watch it any other time during the year. They get so excited about it. When the movie is over we ring the Polar Express bell, to see if we can still hear it, to see if we still believe.
 Christmas morning began at 5:00am.
 The disco light is really a cool thing... so fun!
 We had lots of cookies this year... a friend brought over Mickey cookies, they were so cute!
This is how I spent a lot of my Christmas. I had a stomach flu, or food poisoning, or something, because I was nasty sick for more than 3 days. My prayers were answered and I was able to manage Christmas Eve and morning without being too sick, but it picked back up again right after the morning festivities. I felt so awful. It was horrible. I was blessed with a miracle of being able to do what needed to be done to make Christmas magic, despite me feeling awful. But, wow, it was really terrible. Ugh!
I went and helped with Sammi's choir party. I got together with some fun ladies and we served up soup and sandwiches, and hot coco, to the kids after they went singing at the Botanical Gardens.
 It was fun to see Sammi with all of her choir friends.
 It was a fun group of people!
 There was lots of singing going on.

Good times.

I am ready for the New Year! How about you?

Are You My Daddy?

Henry was very young when Charles died. He was just days away from being two years old. Henry loved his daddy, he especially loved to snuggle with him, and spend time with him in the hallway class at church. Charles was such a good and loving daddy, he made a lasting impression on Henry, I am sure. But he was so young, and it is hard to tell if he really remembers him. 

What Henry does not know is that his daddy is gone, and not coming back. He is too young to even understand any of that. Really young children live in the moment, without worrying too much about the future. Henry just bounces around from day to day unaware that he is being raised by a widowed mother. That moment-to-moment mentality is a blessing. He does not currently dwell on the absence of his father. But one day he will grow up, and he will wonder where daddy went. 

Henry can identify Charles in a picture, but it seems more like how we teach children to identify Jesus by continuously pointing him out. There are pictures of both Jesus and Charles in his room and throughout the house, and I take the opportunity to teach him who they both are. Henry is going to have to grow up and have faith that Jesus once walked the Earth, that he stills lives, and watches over him. He is also going to need to have faith that Charles once walked the earth, he still lives, and watches over him. I am very interested in his questions as he grows older and starts understanding more. I pray I will know what to say when it comes time. I still have some time, but he is growing quickly. 

Lately, Henry seems to be trying to figure out who his daddy is. It reminds me of the story of the little bird who hatched from the nest, while mother was away, and he went on a journey to find her. "Are you my mother?" the little bird would ask a variety of animals, and objects. The little bird really wanted to find her, but he did not know what she looked like. Every now and again, when we are at church and other places, Henry will see someone who maybe reminds him of Charles, and he will call them daddy. It does not happen all the time, but once and awhile, it just seems like he is trying to figure it out. All Henry has to go on is a few pictures and some video, but that is not much for a child.   

I know it will just get more interesting with time. 

Most recently he has started referring to a close friend as daddy. Tyson has been an adopted father to all my children, and Henry is no exception. He is the dad to Henry's little friend, Kellen, and they spend a lot of time playing, wrestling, and having fun. It has been cute lately because he has started going to Tyson more, and if Kellen is sitting with his daddy, Henry wants to be snuggled in too. Henry has never called him daddy before that I recall, but he started to, and it made me smile. It is not sad for me at all when he identifies other men as daddy, I think it is adorable. 

Henry may not have a father in the home, but we are surrounded by stellar men who are fantastic examples of fatherhood to him, and my other children. It has made all the difference in how well my children have adjusted. Children want, and need, that fatherly influence in their lives. I am so grateful for good men. There are many, many, good men. Heaven bless them all. 

Henry may, or may not, eventually grow up with a father living in our home -- only time will tell. (That is another blog, for another day.) He may spend some time searching for his daddy, like the little bird, he will want to know where he comes from. The little bird eventually found his mother, and was happy as can be. And one day, the end of Henry's journey will find him happily reunited with his beloved father. 

He will stand before Charles and say, "Are you my daddy?" 

Charles will reply, "Yes, Henry. I am your daddy, and I will love you forever."

We All Die Unexpectedly; So Live Exceptionally

We are all going to die. Now, I am not trying to be morbid, and my thoughts here are not meant to be depressing at all. Actually, my hope is that you will feel a renewed sense of purpose and vigor towards life, and the things that you are passionate about. Perhaps it is because the new year is upon us, but this thought will not leave my mind: We are all going to die, how many of us truly live?

Charles was in the prime of his life when he fell to the floor, stopped breathing, and his mortal journey here on earth ended. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that could ever happen, not to him, not to me. But it did happen. He died on a day like any other day. He was there, and then the light in his eyes fizzled out, leaving him a lifeless shadow of the man I loved. His time on earth was cut short, his days numbered less than I would have desired.

Death comes unexpectedly.

Even when we know that death is coming -- if a loved one is facing a long grueling battle with illness, or advancing age starts taking its toll -- it is still unexpected when the moment comes, and death takes the body from the spirit. We just never know when we will be parted from those we love, or even be the one who will be taken. We take for granted sometimes the frailty of life, and deny the reality that is death... a journey we will all take.

We could die at any time.

With that lovely thought in mind, let's explore what it means to truly live!

We live by schedules, clocks, routine, and duties to be done. The world moves at a dizzying pace, more now than ever before. We plug into our devices, and scroll endlessly looking for... something? Busy, busy, busy bees we all become. We are always rushing about here and there, trying to accomplish endless tasks, often adding more than is necessary, just to keep up with the speed of those racing frantically around us.

Life can get crazy on its own, to be sure. But sometimes, we are the crazies.

So, how can we live an exceptional life, without going crazy?

As I thought on this, my parents came to mind. Let me share a few things to paint a picture of their life philosophy of: "Seize the Day."

They love to discover new things.

Throughout their marriage, my parents always made time to go on adventures and have fun. Whether there was money, or not, they would take time to go and explore whatever was around them. From attending musical productions, to being tour guides on cruise ships -- they have been all over the place. They have always made time for fun outings and trips, sometimes near, sometimes far. They were, and still are, always trying new things, and exploring new vistas. Discovering and trying new things keeps life exciting and fresh.

They are always "journeying."

Back in the day, they moved to Alaska from Arizona, and they did it without having a job secured. They just felt it was right, and they went for it. They packed up their Arizona home of 20 years, and drove the Alcan Highway to live in Alaska just for the adventure. Crazy! They moved to Alaska in 1984, and besides a few missions and traveling, they have remained there ever since. They have always been put to good use serving in the Church, as there is a great need for strength and dedication in the land up North. They love to travel, and journey to various places as often as they can. Their once bold move to Alaska brought to fruition 3 of their children's marriages, as we all found our spouses there, which has of course lead to grandchildren. Sometimes you have to be bold and do something crazy, when you know it is right.

They are always searching for beauty in the world around them.

When we were young, they would round the children up and gather us in the car almost every weekend and go "on a drive" somewhere far away. I did not realize until becoming an adult, how amazing all those car rides really were. They gave us time to breathe, to think, to ponder, to sing, to wonder at the creations, and to do those things together as a family. It was on those drives that my philosophical mind was unleashed, as I stared out the window and pondered the Cosmos, while watching Beluga whales peaking their white heads up out of the ocean. I was taught to see beauty in the world around me, because my mother would squeal with joy at every little bird that flew by the window. I think my dad likes that joyful squeal, because he always tries to find new things for her to get excited about.

They did not over schedule our family.

My parents never overburdened us with sports, or music lessons; but they did over-bless us with family time, togetherness, and adventures. We all just kind of picked up sports and music naturally with age, and pursued them at our own individual interest level. Extra activities were never forced, just enjoyed when we decided to participate. Our home was a place of music and activity, so we were able to try and find hidden talents. It helped that my mother was a musician, and my father was an English professor. From them I inherited my love of music and the written word. We knew that family time was important, and the time we had together holds some of my most precious memories.

They were always serving.

My parents have always been willing to share their various talents. My mother has a gift for music, and she has shared it freely and spent countless hours offering her fingers on the piano, her voice, and her choir leading ability. My father is a teacher and has served in various callings, including being the Alaska Bush Branch President, which I remember because we had all sorts of interesting people come in from the boondocks to stay in our home. My parents home had an open-door policy, everyone was welcome. They continue to serve on missions and currently in the Temple Presidency in Alaska. Serving has kept them young and happy.

The list could go on, but you get the idea. An exceptional life takes diligent effort, it is even an effort to have fun. But it is oh, so, worth it! What is important is to figure out your priorities, and what is important to you, and make your life something truly sweet. Do not compete with others; this is your life, and only you can live it. When your obituary is written, it will be about you, not someone else. What do you want it to say?

I have talked to my mom and dad about how they have lived their lives together, and they said they do not want to have any regrets when they die... they want to really live! Through love of family, service, and countless adventures, I would say they have truly lived indeed!

"Carpe Diem!" or "Seize the Day," has always been their motto. I find it is good advice. I discovered that a more literal translation of Carpe Diem would be "pluck the day, as it is ripe." As in, each day is like fresh fruit, go and eat it up!

Life is so very precious. Our mortal lives have a limit. Tomorrow may come, or maybe it won't. You never know.

You will die, that is a certainty.

Between now and your date of death; choose to fully live!

White Christmas

It has been snowing most of the day! Hooray! It looks like we might have a white Christmas. The children have been playing in the snow all day. I have been nestled inside, because I have been sick. I do hope to feel better before tonight! It is the big day!

May your days be merry and bright!

Merry Christmas!!!