After the cookies were done we all watched Frosty the Snowman. I remembered watching it as a child myself. What fun it was to see it again with my great-nieces. Some traditions (like watching Christmas shows with loved ones) should never stop.
Thanks girls for sharing a festive evening with me. We'll do it again soon.
Oh yeah... this is me for sure. They even look like me, don't they??? To add to my troubles, I have to deal with this...
What gives? I just can't catch a break! I guess for the next.. who knows how long.. I'll have to go through the finer "period" of being a woman. HOW NICE. Aren't I lucky?! I'll put up with the
And continue wasting money at the store on
While my body does its thing... regardless of my thoughts on the subject.
Sunflowers before harvest on a foggy morning.
Crop harvesting equipment.
An old tree by the barn.
Corn stalks before harvest.
Stone wall and the old door of an amazing barn.
Hay bales ready to be stored.
Last leaves hanging on in the forest.
I just loved seeing this scene as I was driving this fall. For some reason it was just amazing to me. I could truly see God's goodness in this spot each day. Can you see the 5 point star in this picture? Does this picture invoke special feelings in you as it does in me?
Oh, yeah. What's up with this? Em says it was Brie's idea for me to sit in the back. Say what????
Brie's like... "oh no I didn't... it was Em's idea."
Regardless of who's idea it was, guess who ended up in the front passenger seat? You guessed it, ME!!
It's official. Em's got her driver's permit! Take cover. Stay off the sidewalks. Wear a helmet when riding your bike near the road. ☺ Just kidding. She did great on her test. Didn't miss a single question. In addition to her studying the manual, we've been practicing driving at the fairgrounds for several months now.
Terrified as I was, I allowed Em to drive to Brown's Orchard as soon as she had her permit. She did very well. I was pleased. Now I just have to get her to remember to look behind her when she's backing up, and teach her how to parallel park. She's going to do just great though.
From a young man of fourteen seeking to find which church to join, through the first vision, the translation of the Book of Mormon and organizing of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, right up to his martyrdom in Carthage Jail, the prophet continued to serve the Lord. He never once wavered in his conviction to God. He never once changed his "story." He never denied the fact that he saw God the Father and his Son, Jesus Christ.
Joseph was willing to die rather than deny what he had seen and heard. "I had seen a vision; I knew it, and I knew that God knew it, and I could not deny it, neither dared I do it." Ultimately he, along with his brother, Hyrum, did die at the hands of an angry mob. He went to his death an honorable man. 
My baby isn't a little girl anymore. Well she's not been a "little girl" for quite some time now, but now she's officially a teenager and I feel sad. Since Brie's birth was so much easier than Emile's, I was able to enjoy her much faster. She was such a little peanut... 6lbs, 4oz. when I took her home from the hospital. Much like Emile, she was a very happy baby. Brie's giggle was so contagious. She'd giggle until she cried.
Brie has always been a calming spirit in our family. She reminds me of the type of person I should strive to be and tries to set a good example to those around her. She enjoys learning and does her best to improve herself.
Now Brie is becoming a young lady with dreams of her own.... places she'd like to go, people she'd like to meet. There's nothing to stop her. She can achieve anything she sets her mind to. I am thankful for being blessed with Brie in my life. I never thought I'd have a baby after giving birth to Emile, so Brie was a complete gift.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRIE. May the next year bring you happiness. May to find joy in each day... I love you with all my heart.
As can be expected, Emile was upset with me. On the way to Cindy's home Em told me I was kicking her out, that I didn't love her, and why would I take her somewhere where she's not liked. I tried explaining that I love her but do not like her behavior. Not only that, we BOTH needed a break from one another. I know I make my share of mistakes. I am far from winning the "Mom of the Year Award." I am willing to try and learn from my mistakes. I am not willing to tolerate being disrespected or unappreciated. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I hope a few days of time out will help us both see how much love we truly have for one another. If not, I will continue being the worst mom on the planet.... I can live with that for now.
