The Tall and Short of US

In January Thomas was called to serve as the bishop of our local congregation. He is a full time volunteer for the members of our local ward family. He will serve in this position for the next 5 to 7 years. When he was asked to come in for a meeting with one of our local leaders, they made sure I was able to attend. We suspected he would be asked to be the bishop but it wasn't a sure thing. I kind of knew it was coming and Thomas was in slight denial. 😏 They pulled me in first and asked me a few questions about Thomas. I was sooooo tempted to tell them he was a very busy man and that I never ever saw him, but I held my tongue. (Being the bishop can require a lot of time). I know they knew he was an amazing man, but they definitely needed to hear it from me that he was as golden as he seemed. And he really is as golden as they get. 😏 They pulled Thomas in for a few minutes for a one on one. Then they called us both in. I was so anxious at this point because I still wasn't cert...

 There once was a man with a zipper on his heart. He was kind and gentle and warm from the start. He gave out pieces of his heart to the sad, The lonely, the hurting, the pained, and the mad. Each piece that he gave made each burden lighter, He helped the weak feel strong, the sad ones brighter. But as he gave and he helped and he saved, His heart dwindled into an empty cave. The people he helped went along their way, But nobody stopped to listen to him say, "The pieces of my heart and all that I give, are pieces of me and the love I live.  I gave what I had to the sorrowful and weak,  but the love they had for me was bleak." You see, he didn't require that much. Just a hug or a handshake or a gentle touch. The cave in his heart grew sad and empty, It needed a boost and good news a plenty. Little Faye was sad and asked for a piece,  but the man said "I'm sorry, the pieces have ceased." Faye turned around and lowered her her head, She felt empty inside, her s...

It has been so long since I have made it a point to sit down and write. I have so many drafts of stories and pictures and entries that I never hit publish. Today, I'm hoping to break that hiatus and get back into a good habit of writing in our family journal. Having three kids, being a working mom, the bishop's wife, keeping up with a household and all the other day to day things are keeping us so busy. But it's a happy busy.  A few weeks ago someone called me a working mom. I laughed because I've been staying home since I was about 12 weeks pregnant with Lincoln back in 2014! But as I thought about it, I had to agree! I am a working mom. After quitting my job after a really terrible, scary and unhealthy situation at my last workplace (more on that later), I immediately started working in childcare. I was a part time nanny for a really sweet family that ended up being our lifelong friends. A few years after that I started doing childcare from my home. It wasn't ver...