to Zion and Beyond

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Another getaway weekend for the Grahams!  I am very lucky to get to spend a weekend with just me and my husband. Of course this wasn't spontaneous- I'm way too much of a planner for that.  We had a hotel in Saint George and also tried to see the Grand Canyon, but spent most of our time in Zion National Park.

our first stop was a hike down the road and into the river off a scenic overlook
 not a real trail

the end of "watchman" hike



my hot husband


celebratory jump on completing the hike

obedient as always


a real town just outside of Zion's Park

Zion's was very different from what I remembered of my last visit 15+ years ago. They have become very eco-friendly.  Which I guess, is a good thing.  They don't allow bottled water to be sold in the park, they have free "water bottle filling stations" the water of which has been naturally purified by 400 feet of sandstone (*read* a little bit of grit in the water).  They also don't allow cars into the upper half of the park during the spring/summer and instead have a system of busses that run on propane to take tourists around.
the waterfalls of emerald pools

I loved the waterfalls on this trip!  The maps couldn't promise us any, but the visitors guide says waterfalls can just appear out of nowhere.  Stopping and starting due to flash floods miles away.  I was HOPING to get to see at least one, and we saw quite a few!  We even saw one stop via the wind blowing the water up and over another direction.  Very cool. 




the vibrant green of this algae caught my attention

Bjorn was very sad to not be able to hike the narrows.  It's pretty obvious why the trail was closed.

this is the rock where a waterfall WAS moments before we took the picture

tired feet.... happy to have a sandal tan!! 

A weekend of inspiration

I love General Conference for two reasons.  A)  getting to hear from our wonderful prophet and the great counsel and stories and advice and ideas and inspiration from many many general authorities. B) getting to eat crepes with my hubby and hang out with my family (well, those in Utah) all weekend long.

For the past 2 General Conferences we've had my sister come play in SLC with us, attend a session, and have a sleepover. This year I even got a girls only shopping trip to the Park city outlets during Priesthood session!  it was amazing.  

Showing off the necklace I made at the children's section of the church history museum

 "Women by divine nature have the greater gift and responsibility for home and children and nurturing there and in other settings....Sisters have key roles in the Church, in family life, and as individuals that are essential in Heavenly Father’s plan. Many of these responsibilities do not provide economic compensation but do provide satisfaction and are eternally significant."  -Elder Cook 


i love these new sandals:)


 my husband just likes to take pictures of me...
 "The most important attribute of Heavenly Father and of His Beloved Son that we should desire and seek to possess within our lives is the gift of charity, “the pure love of Christ” (Moroni 7:47). From this gift springs our capacity to love and to serve others as the Savior did."  -Elder Ballard 
Many of us create to do lists to remind us of things we want to accomplish. But people rarely have to be lists. Why? To do’s are activities or events that can be checked off the list when done. To be, however, is never done." -Lynn G. Robbins

Since Bjorn and I are living in SLC, but don't plan to be here forever, we make a point to at least go to Temple Square, if not one of the sessions, every April and October.  It is wonderful to see so many LDS people all together in one place, and just bask in the spirit of conference. I also love watching it in PJ's from the comfort of our own home.   Good thing there are several sessions- we generally watch it somewhere different for each one!

National Poetry Month





.......is April, in case you didn't know.  
In honor of this great not-oft-celebrated "holiday", I'll share with you lucky readers some of my favorite poems.  


I have loved Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ever since hearing quotes of his as a teen.  I read a biography of Longfellow last year and stuck an "artist spotlight" into our family night that week.  That is when I came across this great poem,  a tribute to Florence Nightingale and nurses everywhere.


Admittedly, most of my favorite poems come from songs.  I mean, how much more creative can you get rhyming analysis, dialysis, and pal, a sis[ter] ?   Although,  "But where they had really missed the boat is:  we're great guys but no seems to notice"  come in a close second.  Of course Disney's on the list as well, and how much more fun can you have than repeating the "Speed Test" over and over, faster and faster.....

My favorite love poem of all time also comes from a song.  Our High School choir sang "My True Love Hath My Heart", and only later on did I learn it was first a Sonnet penned by Sir Phillip Sidney (whomever that is).  

And on a Spiritual note I have always found humility in this one by Michael McClain:

What I Need

All I ever wanted,
All I ever dreamed of,
Everything I hoped and all the things I prayed for
Couldn't hold a candle to what I've been given,
I've been given what I need.

A mansion on the hill or love like in the movies
Perfect little lives, where no one has a problem
Instead of all those things I thought I really wanted
I've been given what I need.

Even when I didn't understand,
When I thought you had no heart,
Thank you for rejecting my demand
And always giving me the better part.
All I ever wanted,
All I ever dreamed of,
Everything I hoped and all the things I prayed for
Couldn't hold a candle to what I've been given
I've been given what I need.

I am still an amateur poetry connoisseur and welcome suggestions of various pieces YOU have found entertaining, enlightening, informative, etc.  

Have I ever mentioned...





How much I love teaching Sunday school? Not just any Sunday school class- but MY Sunday school class.  I get to teach the beloved youth of the Miller ward (all ages, 12-17) every Sunday. 


Basically, I love teaching.  I love teaching the gospel, and, I have found,  I love teaching teenagers.  I'll admit, it has always been my dream to be a seminary teacher.  Since I haven't gone through CES training, this is more likely to be an "early-morning" type of seminary calling than "released-time".  Yes, I have thought this through, yes I am still willing to do it.   


I learn much from preparing the lessons, and enjoy the challenge of coming up with creative ideas to teach them, interesting tid-bits, testimony building experiences, and attention grabbing openers.  Since it's a smaller class, we get to eat homemade bread when learning about Christ being the bread of life, we play games with church pamphlets and candy, we have lessons outside on picnic blanket when it's warm, we sing songs to memorize scriptures. (see the seminary teacher coming out already?).  We make gospel learning fun. 


Some of my favorite lessons recently have involved a young recent convert in our ward.  He is an awesome 12 year old, wide open to learning.  Since he doesn't have a bible I give him my old one to use during class.  This book of scripture has been nicknamed "the one with all the answers"  because I used it during seminary.  He'll answer a question and say "I knew it because you wrote it right here" oh yeah. woops.  Or when I ask him to read a verse he'll say "can I just read the underlined parts?"  Since I've forgotten what the underlined parts are- the answer is usually no.  These students keep me on my toes!  And I love it. 

Celebrating Romance

... half asleep and popping ibuprofen and tylenol every 4 hours (don't worry, I regulated it).

After our wonderful week in Washington Bjorn became sick.  It was my turn to plan something for Valentines' day, so I made reservations at Braza Grill (Bjorn loves meat).   He didn't look like he felt too good, but insisted on going out, mostly because I had planned it all out for us.  What a trooper.   (he knows how much I love planning and sticking to plans too!)  The food and entertainment were great, by the way.  I was just sad Bjorn wasn't feeling 100%, as evidenced by the smaller-than-I would-have-guessed amount of meat he packed away that night.
Luckily the rest of our plans involved staying home.   We had homemade Italian sodas; something we miss from Washington.  
They are sort of becoming a tradition for V-day (BTW we made sure to have real ones while IN Washington, and boy were they good.).  Then I turned our bedroom into a cruise ship, complete with towel animals, gift shop, and masseuse.  We went on a cruise for our Honeymoon and absolutely LOVED the adventure, it is fun to reminisce.  I had planned for Bjorn to go to the store and get me something for the Italian sodas I "accidentally" forgot  but he was feeling so yucky and so exhausted that we went to the store together, I ran inside and got the items, then at home he waited in the car while I got the surprise ready.  What a good sport.

picture courtesy  of Madeline M. 
And perhaps that's what true love is:  supporting one another, being there for each other, taking care of each other when sick or feeling down, knowing what your other half likes, and doing everything in your power to put their happiness above your own.

the Eternal Union of Quinnika


What a privilege to enjoy yet another trip to Washington to witness the marriage of Molly and Quinn in the Seattle Temple.   Since I am a LIST person, I will attempt to describe our trip in a series of lists.

THINGS I MADE:  a wedding bouquet (this I was very proud of.... I've never "done" flowers before,  with Molly's help she and I  came up with a custom bouquet- very lovely), a "toss" bouquet (which- ironically, didn't get tosssed), two boutineirs, endless of amounts of white bean dip, spinach dip,  and creamy berry spread, and meatball glaze,  and I like to think I helped contribute to des-stressing my mother-in-law and creating a calm environment.

ADVICE WE GAVE:  conserve water, shower together!! (an all time favorite).  Actually, I was asked to e-mail some advice for Molly's bridal shower a month ago.  After long amounts of thought (I've only been married 18 months myself) I came up with what I believe to be an important groundwork for all married couples. Communication is cruicial, listening is lovely, bear in mind the basics (FHE, prayer, etc.), savor sticky notes, and goals are great!  Cheesy, perhaps, but a nice starting point for many conversations and explanations.

FOOD WE ATE: marshmellows, bananas, cookies, and rice crispy treats dipped in a chocolate fountain; crostini and breadsticks dipped in a variety of dippity dips for dipping, peach punch, quiche, sausage balls (my new fav.), meatballs, fast food only once, some great home cooked meals, a male-made breakfast, a wedding brunch, and most all of the orange and red m&m's

WASHINGTON TRADITIONS:  Bjorn and I managed time to get our favorite (non-caffinated) treats from crusin' coffee one evening.  Yummmm.  tastes like home.  And a tiny, windy, trip to tugboat park

FAMILY MEMBER WHO HAS GROWN THE MOST:  Brookelyn of course!  She is 9 months old and so big!  not chubby big, but just bigger than last time we saw her.  She is a very pleasant baby and full of smiles (though you do have to work for them) and loves to eat.  Bjorn helped her try the chocolate fountain, and then ice cream the next night! Should I be worried for our future children?

DECORATIVE ITEMS USED:  branches, beads, m&m's (only the ones in the color scheme of course), flowers (red carnations, white roses, and more), vases, water dyed blue, lights strung around the entire place, greenery, white fabric with subtle designs, and the mirror on the mantle wins the prize for best decorative decision.  


notice the wedding bouquet?

AMOUNT OF TIME I SPENT DRIVING:  too much!  We got a rental car this time, but  I was the only driver on it (chepaer that way).  Which meant I  got to drive everywhere.  This included a couple trips to and from Seattle, and more than a couple trips to and from Anacortes.  I'm thankful for the backseat drivers for making these trips adventerous! And I am truly grateful for the family for thinking of us, and helping make our trip more convenient.


Overall we had a wonderful visit with family, and I felt  honored to be part of Molly's special day.  I did get to go into the temple with her and help her get ready in the Bride's room.  What a wonderful moment in time!  Thank you Molly and Quinn for getting married  this month, and best wishes for your newly-wed life and beyond!

Snow Basin Bash

This may be a bit belated... but I don't know if I can adequately describe how amazingly perfect our  week-after- Christmas was!  My parents Christmas gift to us kids was for everyone to spend a week staying at a condo near Snow Basin, UT and skiing at the resort.





this is how we spent our lunch breaks- exausted! 




 The Condo itself was a treasure!  It had enough room (comfortably) for ALL 11 of us.  (don't ask to hear KC's side of the story, she might tell you differently).  There was beautiful rustic wood furniture, and yummy smelling fancy soaps, not to mention, everything we needed in the kitchen!  It was a great place to relax, play games (the ipads were in constant use), we got wi-fi, and of course the HOT TUB.
Erin and Madeline 

Snow Basin itself really is the hidden gem of utah.  With three gondolas, and a high speed quad, the lifts were pretty great (expect for the super slow Porcupine lift that froze my bum off and ripped the backpack... but we won't talk about that).  The lodges were exceptional.  Elegant carpet, fluffy dinning chairs, huge wood tables, and a large fireplace in the center of every lodge.  Most ski resorts have a nice main lodge, and tiny second-rate lodges for the others.  Snow basin had three incredibly perfect lodges.  Only one was a wee bit crowded, so we just shied away from that.  Since we didn't even know how great they were- we ate our lunch in the car the first day. Sad.  But after that we packed the food in backpacks and met up for lunch at the one of the upper lodges.

One reason this resort has been updated more than other resorts we've been to lately was because of the Olympics in 2002. This spot was chosen for the Men's and Women's downhill ski event, so they were given a ton of money to make it nice. Which they did.  Being the brave souls we are, we SKIED the downhill track. It is extremely steep to begin with, but a whole lot of fun to speed down after that.

Spending time with the FAM was delightful. Bjorn (and the other in-laws) faired fairly well.  We had classics like a charades night, semi-old traditions of monopoly on New Years Eve, and a new traditions of "share what you've learned". I love our family!

Twas Fantastic.  We're hoping to do it again someday.

Best and Worst of 2010

As the year has ended, we'd like to send our sentiments with a small tribute to 2010:


Best Movie: The Importance of Being Earnest is the funniest movie we've seen all year.  Nothing else has made us laugh that hard (Tangled is a close second).  


Worst road in the wintertime:  Baird Avenue.  Our car likes to DANCE on it.


Best Bachelorette party: Hands down, Amber Rudolph Call's.  The boys went shooting while the gals had a chocolate fountain fest along with some grrrrreat conversation.  come to think of it, this is the only bachelorette/bachelor party we attended this year.

Best weekend getaway:  Westgate in Park City 

Worst place to visit in July:   Arizona  "because it was hot as Hades and then some"-B


Best vacation:  Snow basin for a WEEK ! (more on this to come)


Worst Recipe tried this year: Simple Paella- in a crockpot.  "a waste of perfectly good shrimp" -B


Best haircut:  when Coleen got bangs


Best game:  we've probably had the most fun with Ticket to Ride.


Worst game:  "Whenever Bjorn beats me too many times in a row" -C


Best Book (read this year): Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 


Worst movie: Harry Potter and the Triwizard tournament. "Because it was nothing like the book"-C 


Worst feeling in the world:  not remembering who is teaching your Elders Quorum lesson- during Sunday School


Best ski resort:  Snowbird (for the time being) 


Worst snow storm:  "they've all been good, I like snowstorms" -B


Best shooting range:  the one up Parley's canyon run by cops.  


Worst car crash:  none.  we fooled you :)


Best Bike trail: Pipeline/Copperhead in Millcreek canyon



 Worst Medical experience:  The Dentist.  Tied with.... deciding on new health insurance


Best run in with the law:  When Coleen got pulled over by a policeman on Christmas Day


Best Ski wipe-out:  Tie between the time Bjorn crashed into a bank "skiing backwards with a camera while trying to videotape my wife" and the time he "crashed into powder at full speed and landed on my pole which bent around my rib cage".  


Worst place to get a zit:  armpit


Best method for navigating a corn maze:  kiss at every dead end, back track a lot, laugh a ton, and have no idea where you are headed 61% of the time.


Worst nursing care moment:  "my patient's ostomy leaked all over me while I was holding him" -C


Best concert:  Salute to Youth in Abravenal Hall (8 year olds performing concerto's!)


Worst cooking disaster:  "I was adding flour to the kitchen aid and the attachment wacked the cup out of my hand, it hit the carpeted floor and exploded like a pipe bomb, sending flour EVERYWHERE" -B


Best home decoration purchased:  "the brown basket that took me 1.5 hours wandering up and down the aisles at Michael's to decided upon" -C


Worst way to lose sunglasses:  "I turned around on the sailboat and the lifeline knocked my glasses into the ocean"- B


Best foreign country excursion:  Vancouver to Seattle cruise


Best dessert:  Raspberry cheesecake bars


Best Museum:  the Railroad museum at the Union Station in Ogden


Worst Christmas song (the ones that got on our nerves):  I'm dreaming of a White Christmas, and Have a Holly Jolly Christmas.   


Best ski lodge:  Needles or John Paul (at Snowbasin)








Best 4X4 trail:  Arches National park off road trail  "we went OVER a boulder... I didn't know our car could do that"- C 






Worst yoga pose:  "anything that puts all my weight on my knees.... I'm getting old!" -C


Best pool toy:  inflatable blue crayon from Wendy's kids meal (thanks Ma)





WoooooOWoooosh!

...is how we entered our first ski season.  After a warm up day at Alta's free run last month, we hit the real stuff with a trip to Snowbird this weekend.  The day was, to put it plainly- incredible.  The near perfection I  have been imagining all summer. I say near because the temperature was still a bit chilly for me (most ski days are) but I take what I can get.  




Bjorn and I love romping around the resort, and completely wore ourselves out.  We are getting old!  We took full advantage of our lunch break, and were pleasantly surprised to find ibuprofen in my ski pants (left over from last season) to save our aching joints and muscles.  Yes, it may be painful at times, but it's just too much fun.  My body forgets that it hurts until afterwards.  My main problem was when I skied averagely, I was cold, and when I skied aggressively I was pleasantly warm, but my knees began to throb.  See the dilemma?  I'd oscillate back and forth between the two styles all afternoon (once I figured the phenomenon out).  


We remembered our camera and got a couple pictures of spinny-backwards skiing.  Then Bjorn started down this strait, flat, trail backwards, video-ing me skiing in front of him.  The next thing I knew he hit a snowbank and tumbled to the snowy ground!  It was hilarious! Sadly, the video wasn't on for that part.  


Stay Tuned for more news on the ski front! 




close encounters of the near famous kind

I haven't been to the Energy Solutions Arena since I was about 10 years old.  Back then, it was the Delta center.  So when Michael and Stephanie told us about a BYU basketball game happening there, I eagerly convinced Bjorn we should go (he's not the hugest sports fan).  Chis, Mick, and Steph met us at our apartment, then we carpooled (through much traffic) to downtown Salt Lake.  Luckily, we automatically have a great parking spot because Bjorn attends LDSBC and can park there anytime.  On the way, Mick and Steph told they us they had forgotten their tickets!  Not at our apartment, but in American Fork.  Sad day.  they asked around and tried to see if there was any other way they could get in- but no such luck.  They ended up watching most of the game on a screen at a store in the Gateway, and the last half at Deseret book.  The 3 of us, meanwhile, met up with Chris's friend and cheered enthusiastically and tried to figure out what's going on in the game while sitting in the student section (with annoying people behind us).  The friend suddenly said his Dad works there (as an usher... or seat finder... or whatever they're called at Basketball games) and found some good seats for us.  So at half time we moved down to the front section and had a blast until the real owners of the seats showed up. whoops.  The friends dad, however, then kindly showed us to the media table.  Still on the first level, but back a little ways.  We were sitting in tall chairs, with a table in front of us, and name tags like "Thurl Bailey".  Bjorn asked "who is Thurl Bailey" and none of us had any idea.  We had heard the name and figured he was someone special..... but couldn't place a finger on it.  Michael told us afterwards that he is a famous NBA player who played for the Jazz. I found out later that he was a convert to the LDS church later in his life, with a neat conversion story.  According to wikipedia he is currently a "broadcast analyst" for the Jazz- and we were sitting in his seat!
Also- while glancing through the team roster in the program (conjured by above mentioned friends Dad) I recognized the name of player #12.... he served in my mission!  I read his Bio to be sure.  Yep. He's the one.  I wish I could say I played basketball with him on the mission, but the fact is, I didn't.

After the game (which we WON... I guess I could mention we were playing against Arizona)  We made it through the traffic back to our place, and had dinner and games and a good time with everyone.

Real Life Woman

When I started this blog I vowed I would write REAL things.  Not just our vacations, our promotions, our triumphs, but the hard decisions and the not so easy REAL stuff that goes on in life.  Truthfully, not a lot of hard stuff has happened to us (yet).  But I do feel the need to share my embarressing moment of the month:

At the mall on Saturday I happened to find (though we weren't looking for it) an amazing dress at an amazing price that I just HAD to have.  After I tried it on, Bjorn agreed, and I happily took home my prize.  I wore it to church the next day, of course.  Even though the temperature had dropped to almost freezing and it was a short-sleeved, knee-length dress (hence the on sale pricing).  but I threw on a coat and some warm tights and we were good to go.  Our church building however, is not always completely heated first thing in the morning.  I wore my coat during sacrament meeting, but since I was TEACHING Sunday School I kinda sorta wanted to show off my new dress.  Luckily I found the thermostat in our room so I cranked up the heat and took my coat off.  We dove into the lesson and I didn't think much of it 'til my whole body felt very very warm.  I was happy to be all warmed up, and the lesson was going well.  The Bishop even came into our class and participated.  As everyone left (I was feeling quite warm by this point- ready to turn the heat down) the Bishop came to me and said "you can adjust the thermostat over there you know..."  I nodded thanks and wondered why he would be telling me such things.  When I finally took a glance at myself, I realized why.  Since warming up I had been sweating profusely, and had HUGE sweat stains around my underarms (we're talking- 6 inches in diameter!).  I was so embarrassed!  Needless to say, I put my coat back on and wore it the rest of church.
 
"Women's vanity- stupid ridiculous vanity" -Nobuko H.

Expression of Gratitude

As the month of November comes to a close we would like to make a small list of what we are most thankful for. Here it goes:

my incredible and beautiful wife.
our eternal marriage
this glorious country with it's many freedoms
living the gospel of Jesus Christ and being able to teach it to others
many opportunities to serve those around us
being close to so many temples and being worthy to enter them all
skiing
my collection of bags and purses that my husband lets me keep 
guns- lots and lots of shiny, nice, pretty guns
the ocean (especially as viewed from the Washington coast)
four wheel drive in the ice and snow
our caring families who are strong in the gospel and are professional worriers
a cute little house
v8 splash 
a comfy bed
hot chocolate
lingerie
great coworkers who are always wiling to help out, and make night shifts bearable
a really good job and easy going boss
disneyland
a useful skill set
my wonderful husband who helps with dinner and housekeeping
meat
our financial stability and understanding of financial principles
my wife
my book club friends, who have been around for a while 
movies when it is time to escape reality for a while
the precious babies I get to take care of at the hospital
road trips
sweet potatoes
ksl.com
living close to my siblings
candles
family ski days
flowers
a clean bathroom
slow cooker
great yoga instructors
mistletoe
picture frames
full magazines
Suzy the Xterra



Pay it Forward

Earlier this month a young couple we are becoming friends with (yea! friends! with us! in Salt Lake!) ended up in a predicament.  They sold both their cars to get a nice one, and as luck would have it, the new car got wrecked.  Fixable, luckily. But now they were down to zero cars, with two people working two different jobs and one attending school.  We found out about their situation when we had them over for dinner one evening.  We tried to think of a way we could help drive or carpool, then realized hey- we have 2 cars!  After much deliberation and convincing they agreed to borrow Bjorn's beat up truck until their vehicle was repaired.
I admit it wasn't easy at first, arranging our schedules and adjusting to one car.  But it was possible.  And we were glad to do it.  Bjorn ended up driving me to work most days (an early morning on his part). And sometimes I stayed late at work waiting for him to get out of a meeting, but it wasn't a big deal. On one such instance I ran into an old friend as we clocked out at the end of our shift.  I explained I wasn't going to the parking lot because my husband was coming to pick me up.  She offered to drive me home, saving me an hour wait at the hospital. So kind!  Plus, we got to some chit-chatting and catch up.
I imagine, and I am sure, that good things have happened her since that small deed, and hope the trail of kindness continues to wind through the lives of many.

Gimme Five!

I had a darling surgical patient the other day, a one year boy with Down Syndrome.  He woke up from his surgery without much pain and was a joy to take care of.  His mom was very attentive to him and his needs.  She had been waking up during the night for MONTHS to feed him his formula through a tube, (this surgery helped to fix that).   I was impressed by her love, care, and genuine concern (as I am with most parents I meet).
This little one had mastered a few "skills" (besides looking so dang cute).  He could give hi-fives when someone said "give me five", he could say mama and dada, though he couldn't even sit up on his own.  I walked into the room a while after his admission to discuss his feeding plan for the night.  I told his mom, "the order says eat at five, so at five o'clock we'll start the clears..."  I looked down in the crib and this little boy had his hand up to give me five!  He had heard the word and was eagerly awaiting.  

Is actually in October :)

A New Stage Of Life

Not from DI, not hand me downs, not from KSL.com, not even Craig's list, not free.  No sir. Our new pieces of furniture were actually BOUGHT at an actual furniture store.  Startling, I know.

Our old round corner couch (that didn't even fit in the corner, and Bjorn had to saw a chunk of it and then cover with fabric to fit in in our house...) finally broke about a month ago.  One of the cushions was sat upon too hard, and the board/spring beneath broke. So we had one sinky spot and four semi-good spots to sit on. This new development- along with the fact that we got it from DI, two weeks before we got married just so we would have somewhere to sit in our bare apartment- warranted a new couch to be bought.

We were saving up to buy new ones for Christmas anyway, so now we have an early Christmas present!  After several stores, several trips to internet, several salesmen, and several headaches, we finally found a comfy set we loved for a good deal.  They are microfiber in fabric and "oyster" in color. We LOVE them! They are almost too nice sit on, and look too good to be in our apartment.  I am enjoying looking for some colorful pillows/throws to spruce it up even more.

Yes, it was a big decision, but I have no regrets, and we are glad to be headed into our next stage of life.


Park City Wannabees

Our "getaway" this month was a quick stent to Park City.   It was supposed to be solely a movie viewing... but we couldn't stop trying to find a good deal on a hotel to justify staying longer.  Bjorn found one and a couple weeks later we checked into Holiday Inn one Friday evening.  We played in the hotel pool and enjoyed our picnic dinner (I try to make these getaways as cheap as possible... so instead of going out for dinner, we brought subway sandwiches and picnic-y side dishes.  Yes, in a cooler. :)  The film that night was Warren Miller's "Wintervention".  A super sweet ski movie.  Actually, it wasn't as good as last year's, but we got free passes to the Canyon's for going (along with free granola bars, goggle cloths, and some pins and stickers advertising the Canyons).  Which is basically how this whole thing got started.  We love cheap/free ski stuff!

The next morning we ate breakfast at the hotel, watched TV (an exciting adventure for us because we don't at home), used the gym, pool, and hot tub (again).  Not wanting to go back to reality quite yet, we moseyed down main street and stopped at a park.  It was wonderful to really get away.  I love taking time away from the world and just being with my husband.  I hope we are always able to make room for these trips in our life.

Perhaps we shouldn't have waited so long to get home.... because when we got back and started checking our e-mails and voicemails, we discovered our church building had been burned that morning.  Bjorn had quite a few calls from the ward leadership trying to get things organized to tell everyone where to meet the next day.  It was a sad event, but seems to have an end.  The man who broke in and burned it was arrested, and we have another building to meet in for the time being.  Here is a link to the news story. 

Pink Fingernails


Last Week I attended the funeral of a 2 year old girl, a former patient of mine. At 1 year of age, she was diagnosed with a rare mitochondrial disorder and has been in and out of the hospital since last December.  I actually took care of her on Christmas Day last year.  Her first of many hospitalizations over the holidays.   As the days increased in each length of stay I became one of her Primary Nurses, meaning I was assigned to her whenever I worked.  As her illness worsened, these became busy days.  "Miss E" required 1:1 nursing with her complicated tube feedings, speical medications (i.e. one given over an hour, every 4 hours day and night), central line fluids, frequent diaper changes, etc.  Her little body endured so much!  She was throwing up constantly, never ate anything more solid than yogurt, and probably was in persistent pain.
Yet she smiled, she laughed, she enjoyed her life in the hospital and her short visits at home.  She loved playing in a bucket of water with her toys, squirting them with hospital syringes.  She liked to "help" with procedures, and would hold an extra alcohol wipe while we worked to clean her line.  She was a very smart patient.  She knew her nurses names, knew "the treatment room" meant pokes. She liked going for "walks", meaning she sat in a toy car we pushed.  Most kids like to go see the fake fish on the first floor.  Miss E loved to go see the "noses"- Pictures of patients in Tibet with various sized nose rings.  She loved music and singing, she danced around by bouncing her upper body up and down while sitting in her bed.  She never learned to walk. 
At the funeral her father spoke of the 7 ways Miss E coped with hard times (AKA being in the hospital) and how we can follow her example.  She used books, music, playtime, water (she constantly asked for "one more sip"... and he compared this to Christ's Living Waters), comfort objects, close friends and family, and silliness.  We all need a little silliness in our lives he said.  He then explained to the congreataion some of the "silly songs" Emily liked.  Of course, they are from Veggie tales. Belly button, SUV, and the hairbrush song are her favorites.  He started singing a few lines over the pulpit. It was hillarious!  And good to be laughing at a funeral. 
Her family is truly amazing.  From the time I first met them last Christmas I have been impressed with this humble, strong in testimony mom and dad with 7 kids, including 2 sets of twins (Miss E is a twin).  As I talked with them through the months I really came to know these amazing (yet normal) parents who were simply dedicated to their children.  At least one family member was ALWAYS with Miss E.  We got to talking about the church, our callings, girls camp, missions, nursery,.... the more I got to know them the more the more impressed I became.  They are an example to me of striving to live righteously, and of seeking to know God's will and following what He would have them do. 
One nurse took it upon herself to make sure Miss E had her nails painted (after we got to know her).  She was her personal manicurist.  Even when Miss E got transferred to the ICU a couple times, she always had beautiful pink painted nails.  In memory of our chubby cheeked angel,  all of the nurses attending the funeral had painted our fingernails pink.