the HARRIS unit

Seriously BLESSED

2011-08-31T10:37:00.001-07:00

The magical iphone captured an even more magical summer outing with my chicklets. Here is a photo of the mother hen and number five chicklet getting set to tour the Beehive House in Salt Lake City. She is riding in the MOBY my lil sis gave me. I used it all the time when she was tiny, but I haven't used it much since she has grown. She LOVED it!! She is mighty happy, and so is her mama.

So the kids love to tour Brigham Young's home on Temple Square. It is such a fun outing and I thoroughly love the atmosphere. We first went to touch the Salt Lake Temple. I snapped this cute picture of my chicks. The children love to visit the temple. We found a quiet corner and sang the Primary song, I Love To See the Temple. I hope moments like this can be like drops of dew on the beginning stems of my child's testimony, planted deep within his heart.
It is no secret how wicked the world has become. Sometimes is seems the real secret is how wonderful this Earth really can be. It seems the joy we can find in the simple acts of every day life is some how hushed away into a corner, quietly waiting for the proper gratitude is truly merits.
It is this unsung joy I wish to give note to today. This outing was ordinary. Something we have done as a family numerous times. We visit the Beehive House on occasion and walk Temple Square often. The children are familiar with the surroundings we find here and the warm peace found in the shadow of the glorious Salt Lake Temple.
They enjoy the statues, seeing a bride or two, smiling at the sister missionaries, kneeling at the foot of the Christus statue, viewing an amazing model of the Salt Lake Temple, and many other rich sights for their hungry eyes.
It was indeed a wonderful day. But something extraordinary happened as we were winding our visit to a close. My dear friend called me and asked if we were still on Temple Square, and if so, we should come see her at work.
We did go see her at her "work". As we made our way to her office I looked up to see my children would in seconds come face to face with an apostle. President Henry B. Eyring was striding our way. I was immediately struck by the peace and power that hung around his whole body. I was eager and honored to have the chance for my children to meet this man of God. He shook each child's hand and then outstretched his hand towards mine.

"Hal Eyring," he said. "It is good to meet you."

What an amazing rush jolted through my body. What an amazing moment. He looked at little Norine and said she had the best "ride", referring to her being in the MOBY, and then he was off. An ordinary day, with an extra ordinary out come. Seriously so blessed.

Little Miss SUNSHINE

2011-08-31T09:54:00.000-07:00

Little Miss Katherine is sporting a new hairdo. For awhile now she has been asking for short hair. To be even more specific, she was asking for short hair like her Grandma Cecily. We have this darling friend who has been cutting little Kate's hair since she was a wee tot.

So when is was time for back to school haircuts Miss Katherine asked again for really short hair. We looked over some options on my iphone and Katherine kept picking out little pixie cuts that she liked. Our friend went to work and created a masterpiece!!
She definitely knew what she wanted. It turned out so fun. Her older sister said there are no students at school with hair quite like Kate's. She is quite the trend setter!! But to me she looks like a teenager!!! I am not liking that one bit!!

I adore these sweet girls. They are like having real live dolls in the house. They are every bit as sweet as the seem in this picture, now if only I were as SWEET as them!! I am LUCKY.

What a kid!!

2011-08-22T13:15:00.000-07:00

When Coulson started kindergarten I remember the excited rush of the morning. We had a great day! I do not remember what he wore or what the weather was like, but I remember kneeling down at his side to put on his shoes. He was so anxious and so happy to start school. He looked up at me and with the sweetest sincerity he said, "I hope I can remember how to spell cat." It broke my heart, he was so eager to learn and so eager to please.

Obviously, he is now quite a bit older. He is the big 12! Many new adventures come with the milestone of twelve years!! Coulson became a Deacon. He became a boy scout and now attends mutual every week. It really is unbelievable.

Here he is with a stalwart group of men who participated as Coulson received the Aaronic Priesthood. The blessing was amazing. Tyler was a bit nervous and very serious about the responsibility he carried in blessing Coulson. He had a strong group of wonderful men there to support him and Coulson.

When the actual ordination took place, I could feel the heavy presence of those who have passed on before Coulson, and would have participated in the flesh had they been given the chance. I could feel my father in the room. It was breathtaking. I can't really articulate the feeling, but I know he was there.

I was six months pregnant with Coulson when my father died suddenly of a heart attack at the young age of 50. A few months previous to his death I had had a vivid dream wherein my dad had died. The dream was so upsetting I asked Tyler to give me a Priesthood blessing of comfort.

Tyler did give me that blessing. I remember one thing in particular that Tyler said and that was my father would be here as long as I needed him. I was so comforted. At the time I had interpreted those words as a surety he would be here. I did need him. I needed him everyday, I needed his example for my unborn child. I needed to get to know my father and enjoy a mature father-daughter relationship. I needed him here.

Well, it turned out he passed away that fall. I was profoundly sorrowful and that grief was steeped with the aid of pregnancy hormones. I was stunned at his sudden departure and numb.

Somehow the years have added up, and my dad has been gone over a decade. I miss him more deeply as he is physically absent and not there, among my family, at many important events or not there for a simple laugh. He is not here to tease or tickle my little ones. So many moments of sadness are triggered around his absence.

I am sure he would be so pleased with his first grandson. I know he would have taken special time with Coulson, especially since there were some years when Coulson was the only grandson until my little nephew, Bradley, came along.

My heart wishes Coulson had his grand daddy here on Earth. I long for him to know Coulson and for Coulson to know him. I would replace any selfish time I long to have with my dad and give it all to Coulson, if only I could.

But, alas, somethings just were not meant to be. Although, I can not now understand why I must, or my children must, or my sweet husband must- trod along without the strong power and influence of my father here on Earth. I can know he really is here for me. And though I can not see him with my human eyes my heart can see him all around me, strengthening me, and setting the bar high.

Today Coulson started Junior High. I can't believe how time flies. Another milestone without my dad. But I know what my dad would say, because he said the same thing to me every day he dropped me off at school. He would say,"Good Bye!! Have FUN!!" Wise words from an even wiser man. Until we meet again dad! I hope I make you proud. I hope my boys make you chuckle, that ever distinct laugh you make, and you can watch over them. FOREVER.

Look Who's ONE

2011-08-22T09:00:00.000-07:00

Well, it was bound to happen and it did! Our beauty, Norine Ann, is now ONE. She is such a doll and has brought each member of our family joy.

Before little Nora came into the world I was counseled in a priesthood blessing to SHARE her. If you know me, you know that I LOVE babies. In high school I would sometimes rather babysit then go out. I just loved cuddling the little ones.

When my oldest was born he cried. Let me repeat that: he CRIED. I remember thinking, is this how babies really are??? Yes, babies do cry but he was colic and a very difficult baby. With each new child I worried, a bit, if she or he would be colic.

The Lord sure blessed me to only experience one colic baby. Of course, each child has done a fair amount of crying, but not quite like my sweet first born.

Thus, my instruction to SHARE little Norine. I have tried to follow that counsel. As a result, she has quite the fan club of friends even beyond the family circle. I really feel the love of so many towards Norine. I would also hope in return she has brought joy to those special people who adore her.

Norine's first year has been bitter sweet. With each milestone I have a tinge of sadness that squeezes my heart. I just want to cherish every moment with her. Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way, but I wish time would slow down a touch!!!

The first two years of a child's life are the most rapid in growth. The change is nothing short of a divine miracle. Watching her grow deepens my understanding of our Father's love for us.

I wonder sometimes if He feels a tinge of pain pulling His heart strings as we grow into adults. Certainly HE is aware of our growth and constant changes.

For me, I still feel like I am a young girl, and so immature in so many ways. Yet, somehow I have the responsibility of caring for, teaching, loving, comforting, and shepherding my little ones. There is not a day I do not feel inadequate, small, or just right lonely in this life of motherhood. I feel my mistakes far out weigh any tiny stride on the pathway of good mothering.

But, somehow knowing my Father in Heaven loves me and loves my children I find JOY in every day I face. Sure, the making of a good mother is a life long process and the numberless things I do wrong replay over and over again, but I am plodding along.

I love being a mother. The challenges motherhood puts to head are difficult. Life swirls around, and whips the wind in my face. But many a day though the sun may be hiding there is boundless sunshine found in the deep of my children's eyes.

I am grateful I have my children, and for my little Norine. I am so glad I have my husband along side me, balancing me, and loving me.

WE ARE BLESSED. I will shout it upon the highest mountain and sing it in the quiet of my heart.

Enjoy some photos of my sweet Norine. I now share her with YOU!!

One year old.

The princess.

Sunshine.

So LOVED.

Happy Birthday, Norine Ann. Thank you for allowing me the honor of being your mommy.

Stay the COURSE

2011-03-01T13:21:00.001-08:00

Me with my dear sweet Relief Society counselors and secretary. Norine is only one week old!!

Me and my three little dolls.

Me with my Norine Ann. She is seven months old today.

For most women pregnancy brings extra unwanted pounds that somehow seem to linger LONG after your little one is crawling, walking, and or even running!! I am finally to that "last ten pounds phase" and recently pulled all the upper muscles in my left leg. So alas, my much loved running is a no-no for a bit ( yes, it has been a long four weeks!!) I remember after I had Marshall I asked the doctor if he had any medical tips on how to get my body back to some sort of "normal". He got very quiet and looked at me with the kindest expression and said, "I have found motherhood requires so much sacrifice, on so many levels." Of course, I already knew this piece of gentle wisdom, but I was so touched by the tender way he said the words and the sincerity in his voice. Yes, motherhood does require sacrifice on so many countless levels. The unsung heros: the mothers we are.

Anyway, I was just wanting to share, with those five readers I may have, how much I appreciate the woman I am becoming because of the sacrifices motherhood demands of me. I am tired everyday, I constantly suffer weird physical ailments, I become impatient easily, I am hard on myself, I think to myself every day, 'what should I make for dinner??', I am a chocoholic, and I can guarantee none of these items are simply unique to me. But, with all these weaknesses (and many, many more!!) I am gaining much more strength as I stay the course, wake up every day and pray, "Let me be the woman, Thou desires of me to be!!"

NORINE ANN HARRIS is half a year

2011-02-01T14:26:00.001-08:00

NORINE ANN IS SIX MONTHS OLD?!?!

Weighing in at just over 13 pounds, is this little cupcake,

Norine Ann Harris!!!

Today marks a half a year of life!! Indeed, this sweetie brings us LIFE!!

She is a diamond! Her eyes sparkle whenever someone smiles her way, especially when that someone is her brother or sister. It is hard to believe that just six months ago Norine made her grand debut. I do not remember telling any details of her birth here on the old blog, so here are a few highlights worthy to share.

First off, I will say in my most honest tone: my pregnancy was the worst EVER. I was very sick EVERY day, until I delivered. I was serving as the Relief Society President in my Ward and this helped keep my mind off the sickness. It was a huge blessing to serve in that way, while waiting for this sweet daughter to come to Earth. Because I was so sick, I really felt like every day was a trial of my endurance. I tried hard not to complain, and much of my strength stemmed from the extreme blessing of carrying a much wanted child, coupled with the gratitude I felt to be with child. Indeed, with the passing of my little nephew Jack, my eyes have grown wider and my heart more tender concerning new life.

We moved to Centerville from Farmington because we wanted another child. I come from a large family of nine, and Tyler from a family of four. Yep, he says po(tay)to and I say po(tah)to!! For me, our Farmington home would have been a tight fit, but a fit no less. For Tyler, our Farmington home topped out at four little ones. In this case and at that time, the Lord saw fit to move us to a larger crib, to house that cinco child we desired. The move in and of itself is a miracle story, where the roots of my faith grow about a million feet strong and deep. But, perhaps I will share that one another day!!

After we were settled in our new home and neighborhood, we began looking forward to adding to our family. But this took longer than I had anticipated. We waited a little over a year and a half until I could positively say, "Hooray, I'm pregnant!!" And thus the sickness settled in quick and strong!!

About a month before I was due the doctor informed me that I had pre-eclampsia and would not make it to my original due date. YES, I was very, very SWOLLEN. But, I was so excited because he had set my induction date for August 6, my Father's birthday. This was especially neat because Norine is named after my Father's mother. So, with an end date in sight, I set to making sure everything was ready to go.

One night towards the end of July, I found myself alone in my closet thanking my Heavenly Father that the end of this pregnancy was so near. I cried and asked Him to forgive me if I didn't endure as well as He would have desired. I sobbed and begged Him for the delivery of a healthy little infant. I expressed my weakness and how I desired to now deliver this child. Well, a couple nights later I prepared for bed and thought I better get a bag ready just in case she comes before the scheduled day. That night I went to bed. I awoke around 1 am with such a tremendous pain, I didn't know what was happening. I knew it wasn't labor pains. I literally crawled to the bathroom and became extremely ill. I could not walk and I could barely get enough breath to wake Tyler. He looked down at me and asked what I was doing on the floor!! I told him I needed to call the doctor right away. I called the doctor and explained to him my symptoms and his response shocked me. He said to get to the labor and delivery right away. He said I had some mean kidney stones. So, off we went. I took my bag just in case, after all I was still one week away from my schedule induction.

We got to the hospital and I couldn't walk. I was so concerned about the baby!! I had to use a wheelchair and I was not happy!! They wheeled me up and began to treat me for the "PAIN". HAHA. Nothing worked!! I was in the most pain I had ever experienced in my life, and this went on for hours and hours. Eleven hours later and the doctor finally came to see me. He was shocked because he thought I was a different patient of his, and became very concerned when he realized it was actually me, not the "other more whining patient, who comes into the ER every other night"...NICE. Well, he decided since the kidney stones had triggered my labor, he would keep me there and we would deliver for the safety of me and the little one.

The kidney stone pain finally left and I began the long labor. Yep, 18 hours of labor. I was exhausted!! There was talk of c-section but I was NOT doing that after all this work!! I asked for a Priesthood blessing from my husband. I will never forget what he said. He said... IT WAS VERY DIFFICULT FOR NORINE TO SAY GOODBYE. Soon after, she did say good bye to all those in Heaven and she made her debut. It was an amazing debut!! Right after she was born there was a loud clap of thunder announcing the arrival of choice little Norine Ann. We are so blessed.

Nora, thank you for saying good bye to your Heavenly friends and saying HELLO to all of us, here on EARTH!! WE LOVE YOU!!!

What did I do without YOU?

2011-01-29T18:16:00.000-08:00

My sweet little Norine Ann is nearly six months old. She is such a love. She is so expressive. She fits into our family so perfectly. I think about what it was like without her, and my heart breaks. I am so glad she is here.

She is our little dolly. My children make me feel so blessed. It is interesting how each child is so different, but the same in that each needs to be loved and built-up.

This little Kate is almost seven. She is a wonderful older sis to Nora. Kate is the middle child, one older brother and sister, and one younger brother and sister. I always tell Katherine that our children are like an oreo, and she is the yummy cream in the middle. She holds us together.

What a darling couple of cupcakes!!!

Does Christmas Have to END?

2011-01-06T13:40:00.000-08:00

I do love to Christmas decorate. I do love Christmas trees. I do love Christmas carols. I do love Christmas treats. I do love Christmas books. I do love Christmas lights. I do love Christmas cocoa. I do love Christmas wrap. I even love the commercial Christmas. I do love the Grinch. I love the Polar Express. I also love putting it all away for the next year.

I don't love the empty feeling in my home when Christmas is finally all nestled away. Sure, there are always a few holiday items that manage to get left out, and yes, this bugs me to no end!! But, for me, the house has a certain coolness once all the warmth of Christmas had been quickly torn down and stuffed into the boxes once again.

I will miss the anticipation the children have for the arrival of jolly Old Saint Nick, the excitement the weeks prior to the big night, the magic twinkling in the children's eyes. I will miss the constant streaming of Christmas music and the constant struggle to reach a new level of Christian understanding, otherwise known as the Christmas Spirit. I will miss the lists and lists, the neighbors to think of, and those who graciously thought of us. I will miss the wrapping, the opening, and the thinking on that perfect gift. I will even miss the sore back and feet from the labor of wrapping and preparing every detail. I will also miss the financial planning for the gifts. I guess, I pretty much LOVE Christmas.

But above and beyond all the things I will cherish and now look back upon with sweet reminisce, will be the careful remembering of HIS birth. I feel a tremendous longing for this today. Of course; you may say, we can think on it all year round and YES we should, but never in quite the way we do from Thanksgiving through Christmas day. It seems that dreary fog of a week between Christmas Day and New Year's cries out to say, "Oh, poor Christmas!! It all has now passed and gone away!"

Why does Christmas have to end? Well, I guess it is much like a simple box of chocolates. Sooner or later the final morsel will leave its wrapper. Unfortunately, those chocolates seem to find a way to be remembered upon my hips, while Christmas quietly decks the halls in the far corners of my heart.

For now, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for what a warm Holiday we have experienced. We feel especially blessed with our new gift, Norine Ann. I will always remember this very Christmas. We had a special guest, my mother, here on that sacred day. This made my Christmas the best Christmas ever.

Does Christmas have to end? Of Course NOT!! The Spirit of this Holy day can and should remain with me always. So, as everyone sets out and sets up goals for a brand new year. I simply say this for me, "I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try keep it all the year!!"

I love Christmas.

Christmas never has to end. The Son of God did come as promised, and He will come again to rule and reign FOREVER!

I know this to be true!!!! Happy New Year!!!

Tis the Season

2010-12-14T12:26:00.001-08:00

A mother of five does not have much time to do anything, but feed and clothe the naked. But if these were the cherubs you were feeding and clothing, you really couldn't find time to complain!! Enjoy some pictures of our busy days!!

Marshall is at our church Christmas party. It was darling. The theme was Polar Express. Marshall took his golden ticket, which was the invitation reminder with him, and held it all night. What a sweetheart, with the magic twinkling in those giant marble eyes!!

Here we are waiting for our refreshment of hot chocolate. It was so much fun and every detail added to the excitement.

Little Nora's getting ready to celebrate her very first Christmas. She is definitely our most cherished gift this year and always. What a doll baby.

Marshall was so anxious to see Santa. You can tell by his expression he was there to tell him what he wanted, and that was all!!

Here is a attempt at a Harris picture with the complete entourage. We have yet to get a great photo, but these children are so yummy!! Look at Marshall's face!! FUNNY!

Katherine and Sarah sing together in a Christmas choir. Kate is such a ham. Where does she get that trait???

Sarah is more reserved but not afraid of going up to the mic and singing praises to our Lord!!! What a beauty!!

Norine and I on our front porch. If I get some requests I will post my Christmas decor, otherwise I may skip the post.

Sarah Elizabeth is now ten!!!!! Her birthday was on Thanksgiving day. She is a sweet girl. She pays attention to detail and is a huge help at home. She takes special interest in little Marshall. She has a natural sense of style and is so very kind. She is understanding and has excitement for life. We are so blessed!! I am lucky to have a Thanksgiving daughter.

Here are three generations of women. I love my mom!! She is the best woman I know. I want to be like her someday when I grow up. How lucky I am to call her mother. WOW!! I lucked out!! Thanks mom.

Marshall was still napping during the Thanksgiving photo op. I love this picture. Look at Coulson, what a little man.

Another shot of my mother, Norine and me.

The Harris unit after church. We were able to attend the baby blessings of my two new nephews. It was so fun to hear my brothers bless each of their boys. I missed seeing Dad there with my physical eyes. But I know he was there with his boys.

Coulson is so wonderful to his younger siblings. He is so good with Norine. I am fortunate to have him as a son and a great helper!!! He is almost twelve....oh, boy!!!

The Harris family at the Las Vegas temple the day my baby brother was married to Kaylee for time and all eternity. Tyler and I were married here as well, 13 years ago, now look at us!!

My brother Sam and my new sister Kaylee. So very happy!!!! I love this picture. The angels are sure pleased!!

These two boys are hilarious!! Need I say more!!!!?

My sweetheart with my middle child.

And for your viewing pleasure, a final picture of our sugar plum, Norine Ann. My, oh, my....we are blessed!!

All Hallows' Eve 2010

2010-11-01T13:20:00.001-07:00

Here are some fun pictures from our Halloween 2010. I tried to pick just a few from a ton of great photos of these darling kiddos, and still uploaded quite a bit!! You will see why I had a tough time narrowing down the photos!! Enjoy, and share your Halloween darlings with me!!

Katherine went off the beaten path this year and was Peter Pan, instead of a witch. What a way to break my heart,little one!!

Marshall was going to be Max from Where the Wild Things are, until I found his most favorite thing ever in a large costume form!! Here's Thomas the Train!! Bust my Buffers!!

Megan joined the fun!! It ain't easy being green, but she pulled it off wonderfully!!

More Thomas...choo, choo!!

Sarah was Hook for our Trunk or Treat, but she stuck to her roots for the actual all Hallows' Eve.

Coulson told me he wanted to be "a mother's dream" for Halloween. Yep, he was right, a silent mime. What a clever boy!! He was great!!

This girl loved playing Peter .

Cutest witch ever!

Just a couple of trick or treaters...

Playing.

Thomas has a father?? Who knew?

Yep, he's in HEAVEN.

Happy M&M Megan.

Content.

Three witches but Which, Witch, is Which?

Norine, tiny witchie-poo!!

She likes being a witch!

Sarah as Hook.

Arhh!

Well, that's a wrap for Halloween 2010. This is Ann, the Queen Witch signing off!!

two months old

2010-10-04T09:52:00.000-07:00

Norine Ann will go today for her two month check up. She is so sweet and smiles all the time.

I can't believe how fast a child grows. She acts different everyday. She brings her family joy everyday.

Who can resist that sweet mouth???

Haunted House Tour

2010-09-25T10:56:00.000-07:00

Beware! Beware!! Haunted photos are here on overdrive. I thought you might like a tour of our haunted home. Enjoy the ideas, and share your spooky house with me if you dare!!!!

Any questions?? Now, go get your spook on!!!

Share Your Toys

2010-09-25T08:24:00.000-07:00

This is me attempting to share my toy, Norine Ann. She is the sweetest little babe on Earth. She is now nearly eight weeks old and weighs just over eight pounds. But she is a heavy weight in our home. We all adore this little angel.

What an amazing little person. She is our doll.

We love her SO!!!

We are Blessed

2010-09-07T16:20:00.000-07:00

Norine Ann Harris

Blessed on September 5, 2010

by her father Tyler R. Harris

This doll baby was so sweet for these photos in her blessing dress. I bought this dress several months before she was born. Each of my girls have their own blessing dress to pass on to their girls, if they choose.

I made her a special bracelet to wear. She is such a little princess.

Her father gave her a beautiful name and a blessing. He came back from a long trip in Korea to bless her.

The men in the blessing circle added to the power of her blessing. Here are most of the men who participated. What a good looking group.

The Harris unit is growing. What darling children we are blessed with, even if capturing a picture is truly difficult.

We cherish our little Norine Ann. She is named after her great-grandmother Norine Reber Marshall and her mother Ann Marshall Harris. We affectionately call her Nora.

I love blessing day. I always look forward to the blessing and the name being recorded on the records of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She is now known to all the Heavens as Norine Ann Harris.

It was very hard for Tyler and me to come up with the perfect name for our sweet daughter. With our other children we knew fairly quickly what we would name each one. With Norine, we did not decide until about a three weeks before she was born. I had tried calling her several different names for months, but nothing settled in until be began calling her Norine. It was an instant fit for her, even if it took some time to grow on me. Now, I can't imagine naming her any other name. Her name is so dear to us. She is our diamond and we love her so.

One Month Old

2010-09-01T21:19:00.001-07:00

This little angel is now one month old. The nine months it took to prepare her body for Earth were very difficult for me. Time seemed to tick at an usually slow pace. Now she is here, a perfect little infant. She makes me smile and my heart is overwhelming content.

A friend of mine told mine that little Norine would be a gift. My friend was right. She is the most incredible gift I have ever known. I have such a feeling of joy and peace when I gaze into her eyes, watch her sleep, change her diapers, or wake with her at night.

I called my mother yesterday and asked her how can I make time stop? Can she just stay little a bit longer? She said if you can figure that one out, let me know. What a beautiful little babe. My cup truly runneth over with a love beyond belief.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;

The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

William Wordsworth

I'm not sure how I got here

2010-09-01T13:19:00.000-07:00

Back to School 2010-2011

I am not sure how I got to the point where I now have a 6th, 4th and 1st grader. I do not feel any older, but my children are growing a mile a second. I have three in school now, and in five years I will have five in school. I am overwhelmed by all these children will face.

Here is my handsome first born son. What a kid!! What a smile. He is a heartbreaker.

All three ready for a new year.

Beautiful girl.

Each child is so different. Look at what the first grader has decided to do with her hands. What joy she brings!

Looking up to big sister.

Big sister showing her love in return.

So excited to start school. This one is a show stopper.

Here's to a great school year full of learning, fun, and memorable experiences to look back on all through their lives. I love you, my sweets.

Doll Baby

2010-08-28T21:24:00.001-07:00

five days old

yawn

taking it all in

Brothers and Sisters

2010-08-24T13:08:00.001-07:00

Little Norine Ann did not leave heaven without a tremendous exit from her pre-Earth life and she did not enter life on Earth alone. She has been born into a family with built in brothers and sisters. What a lucky little babe. What lucky brothers and sisters!

Marshall and Norine

Katherine, Norine, & Sarah

Coulson and Norine

Coulson, Norine, & Sarah

Sarah and Norine

Beautiful sisters.

Love wrapped in a box

2010-08-24T12:45:00.000-07:00

It is back to school and I have darling pics of my three oldest all geared for school. But this little one is now three weeks and her post has come first. What a doll. She is a charmer.

Here we are off to her first day at church. We came to church a little earlier than anticipated, but I was being released and wanted to be there. Thus we see why Norine made her grand entrance. She was a show stopper. The Bishop wanted to sell tickets.

I am so in love. I love this little family. I am so blessed.

no words to describe her

2010-08-12T18:30:00.000-07:00

Heaven is a place on Earth.

Hello, World

2010-08-09T19:26:00.000-07:00

Little Norine is a pure delight. I do not even mind night feedings. She brings our family so much joy. I thought I ought to share her a little. Here she is letting out a huge yawn. She is now one week and doing great. She is a gift. We love her so!!

Beautiful Norine Ann

Little one, thank you for coming down to the Earth. We are full of Nora's light. Our house is full and our hearts are bursting. What a blessing. What a miracle.

Norine Ann Harris

2010-08-03T20:17:00.000-07:00

Here she is!!

Norine Ann Harris

August 1, 2010

2:29 am

6 pounds 9 ounces, 19 inches

Dancing Queen

2010-07-20T19:28:00.001-07:00

This girl is crazy. These pictures were from a little while back, but worth posting. She is so funny. This is the day she got her new dance costume and she was showing off her moves for me.

A very limber child as you can tell from this modern dance jump she produced.

She is singing Dancing Queen by ABBA. You can hear the music as you scroll through these next gems.

You can dance!

You can sing!

Having the time of her life!! We love you dancing queen!!

and then he turned three

2010-07-12T17:42:00.000-07:00

Here he is, our big three-year-old!! This boy is a character!! He makes me laugh. I did a little photo shoot with him and he was hysterical. He is so darn cute and he is truly spoiled rotten. His smile is captivating and his eyes are so adorable!! I always look at him and say, "Man, you are so darn cute." He is full of personality and very rough and tumble. He is ultra sweet and very sensitive. He tries his best to please those around him. And I think he does very well, just check out the pictures and you will be smiling and melting in his chubby little hand before you know what hit you.

Marshall Tyler Harris, brand new three-year-old

Here comes the comic relief

Put your hands on your face Marshall...

He is so obedient!!

Hilarious!

Mug shot!

This is what happens to large Marble eyes when the sun gets to them.

Cheese!! We love you, Mr. Marbles. Thanks for all the joy you bring to your family. Happy third birthday!! Here's to a great year.

I realized that it was my hair that was making my head hot

2010-06-14T11:35:00.001-07:00

Marshall has had so many haircuts. However, they have been more like hair trims. I like his hair long! We had only two days of heat in the last three weeks of summer and on those two days poor Marshall was sweating like Pedro in Napoleon Dynamite.

"Well, when I came home from school my head started to get really hot. So I drank some cold water, but it didn't do nothing. So I laid in the bathtub for a while, but then I realized that it was my hair that was making my head hot. So I went into my kitchen and I shaved it all off. I don't want anyone to see." -Pedro

I knew he was hot under his cute, baby shag. I took the plunge, and let my friend, Lisa, our family stylist give him a boy short haircut. I seriously had to leave the room for two reasons. Reason one, Marshall sits still when I am not there. Reason two, I couldn't watch his locks fall. I knew if I stayed in the room I would have stopped her at the "trim length" and said, "Yep, that's short enough."

Well, I stayed for a moment to snap some photos and then headed to the other room. When Marshall came running in with his new do, I was really in shock. He looked so very different. He looked huge, and I will admit it, I do not like it short. He went from a two year old (well, almost three), to a ten year old! Lisa did a great job, but man oh man he looks like a little man!!

Ouch!!! My big boy!!! I am still in shock. I have to take double takes when I look at him. He looks so different and he will return to his baby shag come fall. But for now, he is still my little Pedro, minus the wig!!

Enjoy some of Marshall's moves!! He is very active and pretty precise with a basketball. It's probably too soon to tell, but I think this boy definitely has some skills!!

Here he is helping in the yard on one of those hot days. You can see he is an explorer. Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails, that's what this boy is made of !!!

My Cup Runneth Over

2010-06-12T12:40:00.000-07:00

You can see here just why my cup spells over with gratitude. This lovely angel is mine forever!! I am so lucky to be her mother.

And then she went out into the world...

...bearing gifts for those she may encounter.

As little Katherine Cecily headed out to a birthday tea party, I snapped some pictures of her, and truly my cup runneth over!!! She is such a little doll! She enjoys life and in her zeal, she creates joy around her. Once she arrived at the party, she was so kind. She was nurturing. You can see her sweet nature as she interacts with the guest of honor.

"Teach your daughters to find joy in nurturing children. This is where their love and talents can have the greatest eternal significance." Elder M. Russell Ballard

It is so wonderful to see the love in Kate's eyes. Children really set the bar for how gently we should treat one another. Thank you little Kate!! You make the world a sweeter place to be.

Summer Kick Off

2010-06-08T15:38:00.000-07:00

Children are so very special. They teach you volumes about how to live life, how to enjoy life, how to be like God. They are so endearing and quick to forgive. They are sharp and clever. They see the good in others, they see the good in their parents.

I am blessed with both sons and daughters. Recently we had a Dance Recital featuring our stars, Sarah Elizabeth and Kate Cecily. I had attended most of their dress rehearsals and sat there admiring the beauty of my girls. This recital had a theme, "The Colors of the Rainbow." The theme song also happened to be one featured on my Dad's video that my husband put together the year he died. The song gets me every time. The melody pulls on my heart. As I sat and watched my valiant daughters dance, interact with other dancers, and admire their teachers, I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. I felt sadness for them and the world they are facing. The world is an evil place. Temptation and anger swirl around and make the very air my children breath toxic. However, these children coming down to Earth come with a valiance beyond description.

This past General Conference, we received repetitive counsel on the import of the family unit, what is to be taught in our homes, the temptation our children face, and where we may turn for peace. I loved the talk by Elder Ballard. He spoke to mothers and daughters. Here are a few morsels I have been chewing on spiritually to cure the sadness I often feel when I think of my girls facing the brutality of this mortal existence.

"Sisters, we, your brethren, cannot do what you were divinely designated to do from before the foundation of the world. We may try, but we cannot ever hope to replicate your unique gifts. There is nothing in this world as personal, as nurturing, or as life changing as the influence of a righteous woman." Elder M. Russell Ballard

"Young women, your mothers adore you. They see in you the promise of future generations. Everything you accomplish, every challenge you overcome brings them pure joy. And likewise your worries and heartaches are their worries and heartaches." Elder M. Russell Ballard

"All youth will be more likely to make and keep covenants if they learn how to recognize the presence and the voice of the Spirit. Teach your daughters about things of the Spirit. Point them to the scriptures. Give them experiences that will help them cherish the blessing of priesthood power in their lives. Through keeping covenants they will learn to hear the voice of the Lord and receive personal revelation. God will truly hear and answer their prayers. The Mutual theme for 2010 applies to our youth as well as to all of us: “Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest” (Joshua 1:9). This will lead them safely to the blessings of the house of the Lord." Elder M. Russell Ballard

These are a few quotes and thoughts that bring me hope. General Conference is filled with words of peace and hope for all the world. I am so grateful for the guidance we receive through modern day Prophets.

Welcome to Earth, little sweet Cora

2010-05-23T19:22:00.001-07:00

Here is my newest niece, Cora. She is so darling. She made her Earthly debut on May 20, 2010. She is so sweet. I love these photos her daddy took. What a beauty. She will welcome her best cousin, our little one in August.

Looking at these pictures makes me so excited for little Cora's cousin. It makes the six months (and counting) of nausea seem so unimportant. It makes those extra few hundred pounds obsolete. It makes the long months of waiting melt away. It makes me stand all amazed at the power our loving Heavenly Father has given us, to create little ones valiant beyond description. Here they come in throngs, the Saturday's Warriors we so desperately need.
Keep coming down little warriors!! We love you so. We need you so. We need you Cora, thank you for coming down. Welcome, welcome little babe.

You painted the baby's room BLUE??

2010-05-04T15:53:00.001-07:00

One thing I love to create is a baby's room. Each of my children have had the sweetest nursery, and I have now nearly finished this new little one's first room. It has been a fun project. I really hunted around the web, magazines, and shops to determine what I really love. I found so many wonderful ideas and started forming ideas of what I would like to do for her nursery. Her nursery was done on a budget of course!!! I didn't take any before photos, which I now regret, but here is the finished product.

This crib was purchased for our first child. I remember roaming through RC Willey looking for a crib to last my tastes and bouncing babies. I have loved this crib. Four children have napped here, cried here, jumped here, giggled here, and eventually out-grew this space. I gave the crib a new look by painting the once honey wood this beautiful antique white. I sanded down the crib with an electric sander and then set to painting. I picked a matte-finish spray paint. I went with spray paint so I could get in all the nooks and rails of the crib. I removed the plastic guard rails for the spraying, but left the wheels on for the full coverage. Spray painting was not easy. It took three days and 16 cans of paint to get the coverage I desired. I covered up my face with a mask and eye googles. I looked hilarious and I was covered in paint!!

Through my brainstorming of nursery ideas, I realized I loved the fun tree wallies that were everywhere. I decided I wanted to do a tree on the baby's wall. I began the hunt. I found most decals were quite pricey and I was unsure how they would look since I only viewed them via web. One day I was shopping at Kohl's and I found these fun mini trees at 50% off. They were different than I had imagined, but I thought 'I'll buy them and play with them, and see how they look.' Well, I played and measured and pre-taped them up to get an idea of how they would be. That is when I decided her walls would be a calm, soothing blue and the walls would serve as a beautiful backdrop for these fun brown trees. They were very stressful to put up, as they are not vinyl, but more of a decal. But I managed with my children's help. I then put up the birds and grouped them in ones, twos, and threes.

It was fun to see them on the wall. Next were the curtains. Finding the right color was quite the task. I searched the web, shopped all the stores, and ended up finding these gorgeous pink curtains at my local Target. There was a slight problem though, they were too short. I wanted them to pool at floor. I enlisted a friend with a sewing machine and bought some pretty satin fabric to lengthen the curtains. I love them!! Thank you, JANA. The curtain rod is a dark brown and looks perfect.

The bed set is my own mix and match fun. I purchased each piece separately. The bedskirt is a Pottery Barn one I bought for Marshall's room. I bought pink fabric to lengthen the skirt and give it a tiered look. My mother-in-law hand stitched it on. Thanks, LETHA. The bumper is a Carter's dotted-minkie fabric. It is so soft. The sheet is so darling. You can't really tell from the photos, but it is so cute. I placed a small bench at the cribs front so my littler children can peek and poke no doubt at their new sister. Marshall already puts dolls to bed here, so cute!

This flower is a creation my talented mother-in-law whipped up. I asked her to do some big flowers to attach to the bedding and I was so tickled with the results.

This was the one nursery splurge. I found it at Robert's Craft and was so excited with how it complimented the nursery. Soon it will be full of little one's favorite books and things.

This piece of furniture it a replica of an antique dry sink. I painted over it's brick red paint and it turned out wonderfully. I kept the original hardware. I bought a changing pad. I have never had one for the other children, so I am excited for this new feature in the nursery. However, the changing pad cover was a little costly and I hope it cleans well. HAHA. Notice the mother bird and her chicks perched above her closet.

This rocker was the rocker Tyler was cradled in!! I painted it a few years back, and then distressed it. I have rocked all my babies here, and now retreat to her room to sit and rock alone. I imagine what it will feel like when she is here and when I will hold her close. This chair is now my place of refuge. The children do not think to look for me in the nursery. But, it's funny, I have found each of my children quietly escaping to the little one's nest. It is so sweet!! I placed one of my favorite prints in her room. It is of the mother Mary and her beloved son, the Christ child. This picture adds such peace to the room, and I love to think of Mary and her sweet newborn, the Savior of the World, only hers for that quiet moment.

This little shelf was something I had around the house, along with the serene angel. I think she looks so gentle and adds beauty to the room.

Here is another photo of the room in complete. I wished I had a wide lens to give the room the depth it contains. I am sure pleased with how it came together. It seems so simple.

Finally, this was Tyler's Great-Grandmother's mirror. I sanded around the edges to go with the general feel of the room and I think it completes the room. I hope you enjoyed this mini tour as much as I enjoyed putting it together. I still have a few things up my sleeve, but if they never become a reality, I am sure blessed to have a home where we are preparing for a choice little one to grace us with her presence.

Glee?

2010-04-21T15:32:00.000-07:00

Let me start by saying I am not trying to offend anyone, just expressing a concern that is on my mind. I have heard many different times and felt the hype and excitement for the return of the award winning TV series "Glee". Facebook friends have posted status updates stating their anticipation of the series return, bloggers have blogged their adoration, and teenagers are all a twitter. I must admit, I myself have been intrigued and thought, "I should check the show out." So, I set up my DVR to record the FOX series and see what all the gush is about.

You have to know that I am a choir girl. I began singing in Junior High choirs and joined a group called "Impressions" ( I think, that was our name). I loved choirs. I loved to sing in a group. I continued in High School. Freshman year I did Varsity Choir, then onto a group called "Expressions", and participated in all things song. With my history of choir days, or rather "Glee" days, I was interested in this show. The show seemed to base the story line around such choir groupies. I thought, "Fun. I can definitely relate!"

(the Proof)

Now, I have been pretty under the weather lately, and today I finally took a sick day. I rarely watch TV in the daytime. If the TV happens to be on, it is something PBS to entertain Marshall on a raining day, or maybe the Wii might roll for a minute or twenty. But honestly, the TV usually rests in the day. But, today was different, I sat on the couch. Different. I turned on the TV. Different. I proceeded to watch the DVR of "Glee". DIFFERENT.

Here's my opinion: High production value. High talent. Great looking CAST. Incredible singing and witty writing. All this wrapped up with a neat bow embossed with the words DECEPTION across the front . It was a Madonna theme. The writing was carefully weaved in and out of Madonna serenades and philosophies. Even the extras could be seen in the background reflecting the different looks of Madonna's career. Like I said, high production value. Beautiful "high school" girls discussed together their opinions of losing their virtue while a high school teacher listened in. At the end of their scene, it was concluded that high school sex is totally acceptable and actually will now be celebrated through a song. Two main characters then proceeded to burst into a song, perfectly performed and choreographed, about their lust for each other and how they were ready to be immoral as long as it was with the right person. WHAT!?!?! This show is for teenagers, preteens, a general audience?? It falls into the time slot following the smash hit American Idol, and therefore aims to hook millions of viewers of all ages and backgrounds!?! I won't go into all the other scenes and clever writing which ultimately teaches everything contrary to what I desire to instill in my youth. I will just say they included the song "Like a Virgin". WHAT?!!? No details here, enough said.

Unfortunately, I regret to say, I watched the whole episode. I was fuming. Mad because such witty writing, such beautiful characters, such talent, such gleam, and it was poisoning me by degrees. Poisoning our children. Telling them how things ought to be. Glorifying immorality through upbeat tunes, darling wardrobes, perfect hair, good acting, shining teeth, funny lines, great chemistry, and so forth.

This is how the adversary works. He takes something good and poisons it with deceit. He will tell all truths and then throw in the lie. He will serve you a delicious shake with the yummiest, freshest ingredients, and add just a sprinkle of poison. "Come on," he will entice. "It looks so delicious! Everything is prepared just right. Just take one sip. It is so appealing. You can handle that sprinkle of poison. It will satisfy you. It will fill you up. It will quench your thirst. Come on. Take a swig. It won't hurt. Ignore the bad, embrace the shake." Would you drink the shake??

Maybe I should be less of a prude. Maybe I should say, "Oh, lighten up, its just in good fun." Maybe I shouldn't blog about it, but come on!! Let's stand up and FIGHT!!! Who's on the Lord's Side? Who? Let's turn off junk like GLEE. Let's BE STRONG enough to say, "Wow, that's highly entertaining, but not appropriate to log into my mind, FOREVER. Not worth my salvation. Not worth my time!!! Not worth my family!!"

President Uchtdorf gave a great talk about living our lives off the strait and narrow by simply digressing by a few degrees. He said,

"Small errors and minor drifts away from the doctrine of the gospel of Jesus Christ can bring sorrowful consequences into our lives. It is therefore of critical importance that we become self-disciplined enough to make early and decisive corrections to get back on the right track and not wait or hope that errors will somehow correct themselves."

Although I may seem to be ranting just a bit; I feel as a mother and as a daughter of God, I can do simple things like turning OFF an inappropriate TV show, a movie, a song, closing a glossy gossip magazine, and so forth. I can do that and try to remain on a straighter path. I falter in so many, many ways. However, one thing I will not fail to do is simply putting my finger on the tiny, red power button and apply a slight amount of pressure. Oh, the power behind the OFF button.

Coulson is Eleven

2010-04-19T11:10:00.001-07:00

I guess this is suppose to be an awkward stage of growing up, but I'm not seeing it just yet. I do not think boys come much more handsome than our Coulson. He is now eleven!! He is so much fun to have around and full of happiness. He is a joy! He has an energy and a zest for life. He has amazing people skills and an enormous tease!!

He's not too fond of photo sessions, so I was lucky to catch a few gems. He really is a funny boy. He is a great older brother and he is always very protective!

This past General Conference is quite literally a handbook for parents during these tumultuous times. Elder Anderson said this of our children,

"We hold in our arms the rising generation. They come to this earth with important responsibilities and great spiritual capacities. We cannot be casual in how we prepare them. Our challenge as parents and teachers is not to create a spiritual core in their souls but rather to fan the flame of their spiritual core already aglow with the fire of their premortal faith."

I hope that I can fan that flame within my special son, Coulson. These children really are the leaders and heroes of tomorrow. I can see it in his eyes. He is my son, and it is my responsibility to build his self-image and encourage his growth as he continues to grow and make manifest his very important talents.

So, Happy, Happy Birthday Coulson!! We love you so!!!

Hello, Baby Girl

2010-03-30T12:03:00.000-07:00

Here she is at our 20 week ultrasound!!! To see her development so clearly is nothing short of AMAZING. She was wiggling around and waving, "Hi".

Everything looks really great!!

"Man is a god in embryo and has in him the seeds of godhood, and he can, if he will, rise to great heights." President Spencer W. Kimball

We are excited to meet this little one in August. A summer baby girl. How very fun!!! Hooray!!

The Arrow of Light

2010-03-19T18:40:00.000-07:00

On my honor I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country
and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times;
To keep myself physically strong,
mentally awake, and morally straight.

Coulson has completed the Cub Scouts of America program. He received the highest honor as a Cub Scout and was presented his Arrow of Light. He lit his scarf and crossed the bridge to begin his Eagle. Way to go Coulson!!

Relief Society Commemoration

2010-03-16T15:47:00.000-07:00

Charity Never Faileth

Relief Society 1842-2010

Think PINK

2010-03-04T17:18:00.000-08:00

If you guessed we are having a GIRL. You are right!!! Our doctor took one look at the little one and said, "Well, I'm pretty confident this baby is a GIRL."

You always get a little nervous the ultrasound might be wrong, so we are lucky to have another ultrasound at the end of the month to check the baby out really close. Here's to a healthy baby and a sweet baby girl!! We are very excited and the kids are thrilled. Thanks for the guesses and many congrats!! We are very loved!!! And if you guessed right, good guess work!!

Guessing Game

2010-03-02T15:57:00.000-08:00

What are little boys made of?

Frogs and snails, and puppy-dogs tails,

And such are little boys made of.

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice and all things nice,

And such are little girls are made of.

Tomorrow is a BIG day! We will learn if we are having a baby boy or baby girl! The kids are so excited. The girls think we're having a girl. Coulson thinks we're having a girl. And Marshall is indifferent. Tyler is thinking boy. Mom is pretty sure it's...a baby. What do you think????

The guessing game is on.

Be Mine FOREVER

2010-02-11T13:22:00.000-08:00

MY VALENTINE

Here comes the National Day of LOVE. I will spare you the million reasons why I love this tall, dark and handsome man, and simply narrow it down to just ONE reason for today.

Okay, maybe five reasons...

He is the best DADDY to:

1. COULSON

2. SARAH

3. KATHERINE

4. MARSHALL

and Baby Harris # 5, to arrive this August 2010 !!!!

We are so thrilled to add to our family and a little bit crazed too!! We look forward to finding out how this little one will break the tie in our family. This March 3rd we will find out whether the little one is a boy or girl. We are glad to share with you our joy!!! And I am glad to have the perfect Valentine to raise our Party of Five + too crazy adults!!

We love you TYLER, daddy of FIVE!!!!

ARE WE GRATEFUL....

2010-02-08T13:12:00.000-08:00

Every year I take pictures of my child on his/her birthday. I help them doll-up and then take them outside for a few snapshots. This year, for Katherine, I held in my hand an extremely precise camera. It is fair to say, that I held this tool with vast abilities and I applied my limited knowledge, yet the results were better than my know how.

Many of us now own very nice cameras. I haven't met anyone that does not enjoy snapping photos of their family. And most of the photos turn out above average, for if they didn't, we simply remove the undesirable and push "trash" or delete!! I believe this result to be due largely to the high-tech tool being used, trial and error, and much practice. Of course, there are also many that have the natural ability to frame up the perfect angle, and play with the light so the subject is glowing. And then the very skilled photographers can capture any moment with ease, while the truly gifted produce pure art.

Where am I going with this??? I really do not know, but one thing I do know is, my dad loved to take photos. He had a decent Canon and several lens, and good old finished film. I remember how excited he was to purchase a special lens to make lights sparkle like stars. He took a neat photograph of the Jefferson Monument with this complex lens (where is that photograph????) He never received education in photography, did not have the luxury of digital, did not really profess himself to be a great photographer, and yet, he was great. He was great at just about everything. I remember he used to say, each photo costs about a dollar to print. He would tell me to be careful how to frame things up and to take my time. He taught me nature shots were usually best with a subject (i.e. people) in them. He taught me candid photos were the most telling and interesting. During those years when he took more photographers than not, I noticed one subject he loved to shoot: yep, my brother Loren. He sure did love that boy. And that boy sure did love and need my Dad.

I would like to think that as technology continues to boggle our minds, we will try to remain somewhat in balance. I hope I can apply the simple suggestions my father had about photography and apply them to my daily life: be CAREFUL how to frame things up, to take my time, include people, and enjoy the candidness of life.

Although, my father's life was snuffed out quite unexpectedly, I remain GRATEFUL for the memories I have of him. I am grateful my mind can recall and apply moments with him that seemed somewhat mundane, but now are priceless.

I am grateful for the times that I was the subject his lens was focused in on. Perhaps I was maybe a little embarrassed and not a barrel of fun when my dad wanted to capture my youth. But, I remember those solitary moments when it was just me, dad, and a decent Canon camera. Thanks dad.

Happy CHINESE New Year

2010-02-05T16:09:00.001-08:00

Katherine's Chinese Immersion Program put on a celebration for the Chinese New Year at school today. Since it is a week long celebration of Katherine, enjoy some highlights from her special day!!

Not Kate, but you can see the fun dragons!!

China doll.

Beauty!

So SERIOUS!!

Best dancer!!

Keeping everyone on track!!

Golden Birthday Girl

2010-02-03T12:59:00.001-08:00

KATE CECILY IS A HAM!!!! She will be six on FEBRUARY 6!!! She is always a delight and full of life. Enjoy some photos of this past year and you will fall in love all over again with our beautiful Katherine Cecily. Thank you little Kate for deciding to finally come down to earth and join our happy family. We are more complete with you in our lives. We love you!!!

Bradley and Kate, bosom buddies and just one month apart in age. They are a delight together.

Katherine at the ZOO, and always with a zest for life and adventure!!

Sassy Kate dancing to "I Enjoy being a girl". She stole the show!!!

I do not know where she gets her quirkiness?????

A rare early night to sleep. She is such a night owl!!

Playing puppets. She can play for hours and hours.

Katherine is learning a second language and doing amazing. She is at the top of her chinese class!! Her teacher adores her, and we adore her teacher!!!

She is always so picture ready!!

OUR real live doll. She brings us so much joy!!!

Happy Birthday little Kate!!!!

Ringing in the New Year

2010-01-01T16:02:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year!!

Catching some air!
Handsome Coulson
Reserved Sarah
Pretty in Pink
Dare devil Katherine
Happy as a clam

The kids went sledding today. Here are some pictures of their fun time. Ahh, the joy of being a child!!

2010 And a Happy NEW YEAR 2010

2009-12-28T11:24:00.000-08:00

Here are some pictures of our family. Tyler gave me a new camera for my birthday to replace the one I left on the back of my car bumper and the neighbor two blocks away returned to me. It was a big chunk of change to replace, but I do enjoy photography, so I was thrilled with my new historical documentary toy. Enjoy some pictures of our children. We wish you all, a very MERRY NEW YEAR, with much joy and happiness!!

Coulson
Marshall
Coulson, Katherine, Sarah, & Marshall
Marshall out front, background Coulson, Katherine, Sarah
Christmas Snow
Brrrrrh!!!
where is Marshall?
The parents
The girls
Sarah
Katherine

Savior of the World

2009-12-17T22:19:00.000-08:00

It is now one week before we commemorate our Lord's birth. This Christmas, more than ever before, I have felt a certain closeness to those sacred events proceeding His entrance into this world, His world. I look upon this inspired artwork and I am overcome; the power of Joseph, the beauty of Mary, her tender glance towards the lone shepherd boy, the flock of sheep, the over hanging of the olive branches, the gentle light, the humble donkey. It is simply breathtaking. I cannot put into accurate words the love I feel when I am drawn into this scene, a scene that was indeed a reality 2000 years ago. The infant that lay in her womb, our Savior, the promised Messiah, the King of Kings, is saying His final goodbyes as He prepares to enter into this world of sin, for on the morrow, He comes into the world.

"And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn." Luke 2:7

We live in a time that allows us to prepare much for the arrival of our little ones. We purchase an infinite amount for the wee one: infant seats, decorated nurseries, pacifiers, mobiles, cribs, travel cribs, infant swings, diaper bags, maybe a new camera, the list is ongoing really.

I remember, as a child, when I read of Mary wrapping her son in swaddling clothes, I thought, "Poor Jesus, was wrapped in a mere sheet." I worried He was cold. I was so sad for Him and His mother. Oh, how poor they were! It wasn't until I was older I learned the significance of the swaddling bands or clothes. I now think of sweet, sweet Mary and her humble preparation for infant King, her first born son. I imagine her long slender fingers wrapping Him tight, to keep Him from startling, to keep Him safe. His mother wrapped Him in swaddling clothes. A simple gesture recorded by Luke, that offers so much insight into the heart of our Heavenly Father's most valiant and choicest daughter.

I find it difficult to view these two paintings so close together. However, it is necessary to REMEMBER what He came to do. This sweet, little, innocent, meek, lowly, pure, perfect and Holy Infant would enter this world to rescue us. He would take upon Him our heartache, our loneliness, our pain, our sins, our meager sufferings, and allow His tiny infant hands to one day be pierced through with rusty, dirty nails. His sweet feet would one day bear scars as well, as His wrists and side. It is for this purpose I lay these pictures side by side. It is done so in a selfish effort to demand my heart to remove Him from the manger, and REMEMBER Him as my Messiah, my deliverer from death and sin, MY ALL.

He is our Redeemer. He did come and fulfill all the Father asked of Him. He was born of Mary. He is God's Son. He did come. And, He will come again, in power and GREAT glory. I long for that day. As Mary weaved the threads of the swaddling clothes in preparation for the coming of our Lord, I hope I too can weave the threads of His life and light through my heart; deep within, in preparation for that day when I shall fall to my knees, and bathe His feet with my endless gratitude for His Atonement. It is my hope I will one day commune with Him forever.

Christmas Time is Here

2009-12-07T14:07:00.000-08:00

Christmas is my favorite time of year. It is no surprise that the adversary fills this most glorious season of import with tons of to do lists, numerous activities, endless decor, ongoing bustle, and strain on our bank accounts. Granted, I do think all things can be kept in proper balance, as we diligently seek the better part. None of the listed distractions are evil. They all have a great deal of goodness wrapped within them. A to-do list that includes, Family Home Evening, Visiting Teaching, a story by the Christmas tree, or baking cookies, for me, is choosing the better part. Activities that put me in a place where I can feel the Spirit and teach by the Spirit, are wholesome to me. Decorations around my home with a Christ-centered theme, invites in feelings of pure love for that Infant Holy. Bustling along in service is always my Christmas wish. And strains on my bank account in attempt to sacrifice our small means in fasts and offerings, is my humblest plea.

I do not profess to be good at any of the things I have listed as the desires of my heart; but they are just that, the desire of my heart. I do believe that as I make these desires complete with truest sincerity and ongoing repentance, the Lord will look upon my heart and see the woman I desire to become.

The true belief behind Christmas, is a belief in His Holy Son, even Jesus Christ. There never has been a sweeter story told. I love all the details we find in the scriptures surrounding His birth. I love reading of prophecy fulfilled. But even more than this, I love what the infant King was sent here to accomplish. That child of Bethlehem is my Redeemer. He is my all. He is my Savior. HE IS THE SAVIOR OF THE WORLD!

So, as I look upon my Christmas tree, I hope to be a little kinder, a little gentler, a little more like Him. I will remember that even during times of sorrow, loneliness, and grief, that He came and completed the work He was sent to do by our Heavenly Father. He is truly wonderful, and because of Him we too can declare, "It's a Wonderful Life!"

I will remember Him and all the countless blessings I have in my wonderful life. I will invite Him into my inn. There is a place set for my Savior today and always.

I love that Holy Child. I love his earthly mother Mary and his gentle guardian, Joseph. It is important to me to teach my children of the miracles surrounding His birth and that the child did grow and did fulfill His Messianic mission. Indeed, Jesus once of Humble Birth, now in Glory comes to EARTH!

In the Spirit of Thanksgiving

2009-11-20T13:38:00.000-08:00

In the Spirit of Thanksgiving

I miss him

2009-11-08T18:53:00.000-08:00

I love the holidays. I enjoy Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas especially. I try to reflect on my upbringing and reproduce some of my fond memories for my children.

Here is fun snapshot of our children in the car heading out to Grandma's trunk or treat.

I am sad today though. I am thinking of my Dad and how much I miss him. It is true that your mind really cannot interpret time accurately. Even though it is almost eleven years since that dreadful day he returned to our Heavenly Father, the pain is still fresh, if not seasoned a bit and even deeper with my growing maturity and wisdom. Days are hard without my Dad. It is hard to go through life and to watch my family face difficult challenges without having my Dad physically within the reach of my natural arms. I feel cheated at times to not have him to learn from and develop our relationship, as I am now an adult. I wished I could see him tickle, tease and love my children. I wish I knew if he were pleased with me, if I am doing ok by him, if I make him feel joy?? I miss him. What I have now is his remarkable example and fuzzy memories.

I named my boy after him. "Marshall" I long for his goodness to run through my children's veins. Death is a very sad event. Even as a Latter-day Saint, with a firm testimony that families can be together forever, I struggle with the pain of the loss I feel always.

I wonder how many events in my life would have been so very different if my Dad were around. Each baby blessing, my children's baptisms, the vacated chair next to my Mother at each family event, it really is so hard. But I know his legacy will live on. His righteous example, amazing energy, and constant service will bless my life forever. I know he sent each of my children down and gave them love before they entered this earth life.

I know at times he is allowed to peak down on my little family and give us strength we cannot fully comprehend. I know he loves me. I hope he knows how much I love him. I hope I make him pleased. It is no wonder that the Lord veiled our eyes before heading to this mortal test. If we could fully remember our life before, and we had to be away from our Heavenly Father's physical presence for our human existence it would be, I am sure, entirely gut-wrenching and heart breaking. It would be impossible to endure through the test of life.

Oh, but our Heavenly Father is so very wise. He loves us so dearly. He sent his precious Son to take away the sting of death. I know the Lord is always near me, though I do not see Him there. I know one day our sweet reunion will be worth the pain heaped upon our hearts as we long to be with our family who have gone before us. This knowledge is my definition of hope. Hope in the future of our eternity, with my Dad, with my sweet nephew Jack; resting comfortably in my sister's weary arms, and with the others that will slowly be called back home to our Maker. I hope in the meantime I can wait patiently, with hope in my Savior; the HOPE and Redeemer of all mankind.

He is the Vine

2009-10-21T11:35:00.000-07:00

Here are some strong words of comfort from a modern-day apostle, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland. I hope you find as much strength from them as I did.

Jesus said, “Without me ye can do nothing.”

I testify that that is God’s truth.

Christ is everything to us and we are to “abide” in Him

permanently,

unyieldingly,

steadfastly,

forever.

For the fruit of the gospel to blossom and bless our lives, we must be firmly attached to Him, the Savior of us all, and to this His Church, which bears His holy name.

He is the vine that is our true source of strength and the only source of eternal life.

In Him we not only will endure but also will prevail and triumph in this holy cause that will never fail us.

May we never fail it nor fail Him I pray in the sacred and holy name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Blue Birds Fly

2009-10-05T19:33:00.001-07:00

I love the Wizard of Oz. The older I get the more I treasure the story. This year is the 70th anniversary of the MGM movie. I have always loved the witches in Oz and this year I am lucky to have two of the characters living under my roof. Enjoy some pictures I took of my little witches this fall.

Piles and Piles of Leaves

2009-09-18T19:51:00.000-07:00

I love fall. I love the changing of the seasons. I love the crisp cool winds and the crisp cool apples. I love that all things denote there is a God.

The World was created in and with perfect order. Every living thing points to His immaculate order. Consider the changing colors in the fall. The fiery brilliance of the refining color that proceeds the shedding of old leaves and the forming of new buds. We witness this fire of color with our human eye, but cannot see the tiny buds that lay latent until the new spring.

Sometimes we may take it for granted, or simply have not considered, the way the changing trees mimic the Lord's infinite Atonement and Resurrection. Sometimes we may not want that burst of color accompanied by the constant heat of refinement. Sometimes it may seem we have lost it all, as a piece of our heart falls helplessly to the cold ground like a withered brown leaf. Yet, as we are faithful, we will always have that inner strength within us to look beyond the piles, upon never ending piles, of dried up leaves IF our sturdy trunk is deeply rooted within our Savior's soil.

These leaves of sorrow, despair, disappointment, loneliness, ongoing repentance, pride, pain, regret, grief and every other distraction that darkens our summer skies will be no match for the latent bud of strength grafted in our veins to grow once more; stronger, brighter, than before. We will cycle through that seasonal refinement again and again and again until one day it will be the end and He will welcome us home.

"And because of your diligence and your faith and your patience with the word in nourishing it, that it may take root in you, behold, by and by ye shall pluck the fruit thereof, which is most precious, which is sweet above all that is sweet, and which is white above all that is white, yea, and pure above all that is pure; and ye shall feast upon this fruit even until ye are filled, that ye hunger not, neither shall ye thirst."

The Book of Mormon (Alma 32:42)

I Love NY

2009-09-11T12:25:00.000-07:00

I love New York City. True, I have only visited there once when I was a child, but I feel very close to that city. Someday I will go there and breath in the excitement lingering in the city air. I will take in a great Broadway production, and secretly wish to be on the stage. I will eat some pizza, stop by Letterman, and shop the shops. I will go there, someday. But beyond the romance of this city, is the heartache of a terrible break-up. The break-up that shocked our nation and caused such horrific tragedy. Of course, I am referring the events of 9.11.01. I know I am not alone when I say I will never forget that day. Our lives changed that day. Our nation changed.

One thing that always remains constant in a world full of noise and tumult is the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I remember the worry I had for my growing family. I remember being settled by the message of the peaceable gospel. I remember hearing the Prophet's calming counsel. I remember 9.11, nearly every day.

I am so grateful for the Way of the gospel and the comfort I find in the gospel truth. When terror strikes, we can find hope in the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

One day I will visit New York City. I will walk to Ground Zero and silently I will offer a prayer of gratitude. I will thank my Heavenly Father for all I have, and for the knowledge that allows me to Hope.

And then there were three

2009-08-24T13:27:00.000-07:00

It is back to school again. I am happy for the children and sad for the children. We have such a wonderful school here and loving teachers. I feel so lucky to live where we live.

Last year at this time, I was a little unsure because we had just moved into the neighborhood. I did not know the school, the teachers, or the neighbors. It felt nice this year to see some familiar faces. I felt a sense of comfort. I felt safe. These sound feelings try to keep my emotions at bay. Yet, I WORRY for my little ones. However, I know there are lessons each child must learn without me physically at their side. I am sure our Heavenly Father feels the same way. Except He never leaves us alone. He loves my little ones even more than I can possibly comprehend. He loves me.

I wonder if He held my hand just before I left His side. I know He knew the tests I would take. I know He watches over me. I know there are lessons on Earth I must take without seeing Him with my physical eyes. But as I trust Him, He will guide me. It is with this faith that I lead my little ones by the hand and carefully let go. I know He is there watching over them, when I cannot be there. Because I know this truth, I breath a little easier as my most dear venture out into the world.

Here is handsome Coulson. Watch out fifth grade, this one is a heartbreaker!

Sweet Sarah, onto third grade.

And crazy KATE. Our brand new kindergarten kid. Look out world! HERE SHE IS!!

Follow, follow, follow

2009-08-17T21:47:00.001-07:00

I had a different blog I was going to write, but I came across this extremely contradictory picture in my iphoto and I was led a different way! Here I am on my birthday a year and a half ago. My mother and my children both gave me very similar gifts, as you can see. Look at the items surrounding me: hope, peace, joy, a beautiful Christmas tree, stars twinkling, a print of the Savior and the wicked witch?? There must be something seriously wrong with me!?! Please do not answer that!

I will admit, it is funny. I look so happy, so comfortable, among such confusion! Simply put, I do enjoy a little healthy Oz time. This provides balance in my life. One of my favorite LDS author's is Brent Top. Here's what he said about balance, "Keeping the daily demands of life in balance is one of the great tasks of mortality. There is no peace for those whose lives are out of balance temporally or spiritually."

I am not by any means suggesting we should balance ourselves by being like Mrs. Gulch, AKA the Wicked Witch of the West. I am however suggesting to myself, "Enjoy this journey, we call the test, and laugh a little at a silly, green skinned witch."

I want to always remember there really is no place like HOME! Our earthly homes can be a haven, while our heavenly home is being earned and created for us now. I do strive to find the peace, love, and joy during my journey down the yellow brick road. And let me say, and I am sure you would concur, that these yellow brick roads are not at all like the one in the classic movie!! They are rocky and steep, low and dark, bright and warm, lonely and sad, ongoing and long, but WORTH EVERY STEP if we hold onto the iron rod. Our iron rod, like Dorothy's RED ruby slippers, must be with us always to lead us safely home.

Happy Birthday Dad

2009-08-06T14:29:00.000-07:00

Well, I was doing fine today until I went to my mom's blog. Wow, thanks mom. Today is my Dad's birthday. It pretty much sucks. Sorry, but there really isn't a better way to put it.

About two months before my Dad died, I had a dream that he was going to die. I was very upset by this dream. I told some friends about it, and I think they thought I was being a little over dramatic, but I wasn't. The dream was very real and I asked my husband for a priesthood blessing. In the blessing he said that my Dad would be around as long as I needed him. He also said that my mother would need me to support her for a very long time. I felt relieved after this blessing. I thought he would be around a very long time, because I NEEDED him. I was pregnant with our first child. I needed him to be his grandpa. I needed his advice. I needed his common sense. I needed his bear hugs. I needed his energy. I needed his laugh. I needed his confidence. I needed his wisdom. I needed his strength. I needed his example. I was relieved by the blessing because I needed him. I needed him. I was just barely getting to know my Dad as an adult. I was learning from him.

On November 15, 1998, I called my mother, as I always tried to do on Sunday. My Dad answered the phone. I said,

"Hi, Dad, is Mom there?"

Those were the last words I ever said to him. Sometimes I am angry I wasn't prompted to talk a little longer with him. Sometimes I feel I may have received that prompting, but perhaps I did not recognize the still small voice. But, for whatever reason, those were our last words. He died suddenly the next morning. It was my parents 30 wedding anniversary. He was just 50 years of age. He had woke up early to take my younger siblings to early morning seminary. He bent over to tie his shoes and that was his last mortal act on Earth.

I miss my Dad terribly. Our lives are very different with him gone. He was my hero. I often reflect on that priesthood blessing. I am amazed by our Lord's matchless power and wisdom. He knew my Dad would be taken. He reassured me that my Dad would be around as long as I needed him. Although I haven't seen my Dad with my physical eyes for nearly eleven years, I have felt his influence in my life. He has been there for me when I have needed him around. I miss him so. But because of the truth we have in the restored gospel, I know he lives on and one day we will be together again. I can not wait for that sweet reunion. We will be together Dad! I will be faithful, and I will make you pleased with me.

I do try, as instructed, to support my Mother. The Lord knew of her pain and what she would face in the months and years to come. I hope I am a support to her, and that I am fulfilling my duty to my Father, and my Heavenly Father.

Next time I talk to my Dad. I will not say, "Hi, Dad, is Mom there?" I will say, "Hi, Dad, thanks for being my dad for twenty-two years on earth. Thanks for those days, now let's spend eternity together!!" I CAN'T WAIT. What a day that will be!

Follow the Prophet

2009-08-05T13:29:00.000-07:00

I picked up the local newspaper today. This was a rare event because I get most of my news via internet or local television. I read through the headlines and found myself quite distraught. There is so much sadness all around the world. There is so much sadness right here in my little world. People are suffering. Our neighbors are heartbroken. Families are being torn apart. War is raging in our minds, in our hearts, before our eyes.

I remember the first time I heard the last verse to the Primary song Follow the Prophet. I was in high school at the time. The general reaction to hearing the young ones singing,

"Now, we have a world where people are confused. If you don't believe it, go and watch the news," was not too serious. I could even hear the congregation trying to stifle their laughter, so as to maintain a certain level of reverence, as the wee ones vocalized these words so loud and clear.

Now, as I sing through the verses to Follow the Prophet, I find little to no humor in the last verse. We do live in a world where people are confused. With so much chaos and sadness all around, it is easy to become down on the world. But God loves the world. He loves us all so very much. He gave us His Son and He has given us prophets throughout time. Today we have President Thomas S. Monson who acts as the Lord's mouthpiece. He leads us and guides us according to the Lord's will.

In President Thomas S. Monson's last conference address, Be of Good Cheer, he gives us the most encouraging prophetic counsel. He said,

"I testify to you that our promised blessings are beyond measure. Though the storm clouds may gather, though the rains may pour down upon us, our knowledge of the gospel and our love of our Heavenly Father and of our Savior will comfort and sustain us and bring joy to our hearts as we walk uprightly and keep the commandments.

There will be nothing in this world that can defeat us.

My beloved brothers and sisters, fear not. Be of good cheer.

The future is as bright as your faith."

These beautiful words provide us hope. It is with this hope that I testify of the truthfulness of this gospel. If the future is as bright as our faith, I will continue to pray for faith so bright, that I will have need of shades.

Missing Jack

2009-07-24T21:27:00.001-07:00

I am missing Jack tonight. I am thinking of all the pioneer children buried along the 1300 mile trek to Utah. My heart is breaking tonight for my little sister, Elizabeth. She is a woman who understands the loss of a child. She is a woman of faith. She is a woman of sorrow.

Death is a terrible, lonely, and empty pit within our souls. It hurts. It is near impossible to endure. I was sifting through some pictures from Jack's services. I was overcome, once again, with grief. To top it off , I had just attended my first funeral since Jack's a couple days ago, and I could not bear the smell and sight of the deceased. It was hard and lonely. I went alone and I cried alone. I hugged the deceased spouse. I said how sorry I was for her LOSS. I was purely empathetic. I knew of her pain. I have swallowed a bitter slice myself. Actually two large slices, as I am missing my father tonight as well. His birthday is in two weeks, he would have been just 61. He has been gone now for nearly 11 years. I miss him. I miss you Dad.

I know I have been blessed with the Gospel in my life. I know through the sealing power of the priesthood, within the walls of the Holy Temple, families will be eternally together. I know these truths. I am very blessed. Families can be bonded together throughout eternity. This truth exists because of the Savior. I am so infinitely in debt to my Savior. For moments like these, when my heart is broken, I know of One who understands. He is the reason I can one day get to know my little nephew Jack. He is the reason I can one day get to know my father better. He felt my pain. He has carried my sister. He has carried my mother. He has carried me. He has carried us all. He did it ALL. He completed the work His Father sent Him to do. I love the Primary song He Sent His Son. I love the words.

How could the Father tell the world of love and tenderness?

He sent his Son, a newborn babe, with peace and holiness.

How could the Father show the world the pathway we should go?

He sent his Son to walk with men on earth, that we may know.

How could the Father tell the world of sacrifice, of death?

He sent his Son to die for us and rise with living breath.

What does the Father ask of us? What do the scriptures say?

Have faith, have hope, live like his Son, help others on their way.

What does he ask? Live like his Son.

This painting is relatively new.

It is entitled Gethsemane.

It is now currently

on display at the LDS Conference Center.

This painting took my breath away.

My emotions were stirred

while gazing into this painting,

and, for me, my thoughts

are beyond wordy or even worthy description.

But one thing I know for certain,

this garden is the most Holy ground in all the universe.

My Redeemer Lives. He did overcome Death,

and all the sorrows around it's roots were cut when He

rose triumphant

from that garden tomb.

I hope that I can Live Like His Son.

I hope I can do what the Father asks of me.

I hope to be one day

reunited with my Forever Family.

I know it will be a day worth the test.

Pioneer Day

2009-07-23T19:25:00.000-07:00

Blessed, honored, Pioneer!! According to the dictionary the word pioneer means to open up an area or prepare a way. This day we honor our Mormon Pioneers who did open up an area and prepare a way. Generations are blessed because of what the early pioneers did and the example they set. There are countless stories of sorrow, courage, and strength, all deeply rooted with a firm testimony of our Savior, Jesus Christ. The work the early saints did is encouraging, overwhelming, and ongoing. I love the following thoughts shared by Sister Beck, General Relief Society President,

"In the common heritage we share, we have remarkable examples of faith in the early women of the Church. Early pioneer women were driven from homes and persecuted because of their faith. Others survived fires and floods. They crossed oceans and walked thousands of miles, tolerating dirt, illness, and near starvation to help build the Lord’s kingdom on the earth. Many of them buried husbands, children, parents, and siblings along the way. Why did they do this? They did it because the fire of their faith burned in their souls. These remarkable women were not seeking fine clothing, greater leisure, large earthly mansions, or more possessions. Like you, they had a conviction and a testimony that the restored gospel of Jesus Christ was true and that the Lord needed them to do their part in establishing His kingdom on the earth. Their pursuit of personal righteousness was a daily effort to become more like the Savior through repentance, scripture study, prayer, obedience to commandments, and through seeking after everything “virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy.”

I love to ponder this question that echoes through the chambers of my mind:

Why did they do this?? Why did they do this?? Why did they do this???

They did it because of their faith in Jesus Christ and in His restored gospel. They were not seeking material goods or high social status. They were seeking Christ and the will of our Heavenly Father. I hope I can always honor these pioneers by keeping a firm hold on the iron rod and my eye focused on His will. Thank you my sweet sisters and brothers in Christ. I can not wait to meet you all once again!!

Blessed, Honored, Pioneer!

Where Much is Given

2009-07-11T21:25:00.001-07:00

Much Is Required

This last Sunday while sitting in Relief Society I noticed that we had about 15 minutes still to go and the teacher seem to be wrapping up a little early. It became apparent to me that I might have a chance to speak to the sisters at the end of the lesson. I began thinking about what the Lord might have me say to the sisters that day. Within seconds I was thinking very heavily of my dear pioneer heroine, Ann Parker. I carefully went over the details of her story in my mind. It wasn't hard to recall her story quite precisely, for I had learned it well at my mother's knee. Mother would tell the story to me every Pioneer day. As a little girl Ann's story was especially dear to me because this heroine bore my name. I had always felt a quiet bond with her.

Here is a link to the story retold by President Boyd K. Packer, it is very short & worth the time to read! The Red Shawl Story teaches wonderful truths about faith, enduring to the end, a mother's love, a father's strength, and a nameless hero. In the end the red shawl represents our Savior and His rescuing power, His healing power, His matchless power.

Well, the lesson ended without any extra time, and I did not share the story with the sisters that Sunday. But later in the week I reread the story once again. As I began reading through the details of her story, I began to feel that familiar dry lump in my throat and tears began to fall. I realized the date of little Arthur Parker's rescue was July 5th. This last Sunday was July 5th. The Lord wanted me to be thinking of my distant friend Ann Parker in Relief Society that day, not for the sisters but for me and for Ann. It was a little reminder of her on the anniversary of the miracle rescue of her son, Arthur. This was a wonderful moment for me. I quiet experience with the Spirit. I was touched deeply by the remarkable significance I was beginning to finally realize several days after recalling the story in Relief Society. Although, I was very familiar with the story, I must confess the actual dates were not in my clear memory. But the happenings of all of God's children are clear and real to our loving Heavenly Father. I am so glad He allowed me this tender mercy to share with my distant friend Ann Parker.

Marshall is "Two on 2" of JULY

2009-07-05T19:20:00.000-07:00

Look at this boy!! What a beauty. He is so sweet. It is fun to scroll through these pictures and see how much Marshall has changed in two short years. His personality is so different than my three older children. He is very, very strong. He is so much fun.

Here he is just two months old. He started as a six pounder and soon became quite the tank!! I was so surprised because my other children were always less than 5 % the weight and height of other children their age. Marshall sure broke that mold and filled out rather quickly!!

Most of the time Tyler calls our boy, Marbles, and when you look into those chocolate brown eyes you can see why. His eyes are so big. Now, that his face has filled-in, his eyes do not seem so enormous. We sure love those big brown eyes!!

Marshall has always been quite curious. He is into things like crazy!! Coloring on walls is his specialty. Thank heavens for the Mr. Clean Eraser!! He loves all balls. We went through a time when he had to sleep with a NBA size basketball. He looked so funny with his hands straight up in the air, wrapped around that basketball. I am glad he is now satisfied to sleep with a slightly smaller ball, or sometimes a matchbox car will do.

When Marshall first started to stand up, he would pull my heavy scriptures up with him. I was amazed by his strength!! When he had his shots, four people had to hold him down. A sad day for his mother but; wow, what a strong boy!!

I am glad he didn't break this necklace!!! He has pulled apart several others!! What a boy!! He loves cars, trains, and planes. He loves the dirt and riding his big wheel. He loves books, and even that green ugly SHREK! He is very careful to put his toys and other items away in the right place. It is so amazing to me how his mind develops and grows every day. He is talking so much. He even sings!!

Look at this boy!!! What's not to love? He is such a gem. I remember when he was smaller and at times I felt somewhat overwhelmed. I would go and rock my little Marshall and feel so blessed the Lord gave me such a sweet boy to love. Happy Birthday my little son. You are so special to me. Thanks for being born!! Thanks for coming to Earth and into my arms. I love you, Marshall Tyler Harris.