It's time for us to move away. Now that we've decided to serve missions for the next season of our life, it's time to change blogs, too. I've moved to Where are the Willards? In the rear view mirror, I leave 20 years of memories. It was the perfect house to raise our children. And I'm confident I'm leaving it better than I found it.
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Dodi contacted me about another magazine quilt and I was happy to do it. Unfortunately, all of my time has been spent getting the house ready to sell. Setting tile, painting walls and ceilings, and rebarking the landscape. So it was a nice break to do a little swirling.
When Papa became a grandfather, he read this book to his grandchildren. I can only imagine it came from one of his schools. Listening to Papa read was a riot. We all fall short when we try to copy him. Mary wore a red dress, red dress, red dress. Mary wore a red dress all day long.
To celebrate Jim's birthday, we all went to Monroe to Benjarong Thai. The food was so delicious that we had dessert, too. Monroe is such a strange place to me. I visit every 5 years and it changes so much in between visits. The first time I saw it was 1993 when we moved to the cabin. It's strange to have spent so much time in Washington, even more than in California.
Last year for Mother's Day, Danika picked me up a chrysanthemum at her workplace. I planted it after the holiday and forgot all about it. But look here, it grows happily in the front yard, blooming like it has always been there.
My mom made me my first log cabin when I was young. She worked hard to place the lights on one side and the darks on the other, but straight set it by accident. She was always disappointed that she didn't create that streak-of-lightning layout she had intended. But I loved it.
We traveled to Boise to see CeCe's blessing over the weekend. There is something wrong with me. I love to hear babies cry during their blessings. It's like they want to have their voices heard, too. But CeCe didn't complain at all. she only cried when I held her.
