Tuesday, July 28, 2015
The Boy worked and worked, laying out each and every letter that spelled the special
messages for his Girl. He calculated...he measured....he worked...he sweated ;)
...and finally it was done. Ready for the plane ride. Uncle Dave first flew over the
Colonia Juarez temple...a perfect beginning.
Next he flew over the lake...which was near the spot that the words were written.
Finally he flew in the direction of the message...he lined up the plane, flew a little lower and
passed over the words that would change The Boy's life.
The first pass by...His Girl didn't see it!
Coached by PreShie...the next pass by was perfect.
PreSh and Uncle Dave caught it all on video and It was perfect!
The Farmer and I, along with Grandma Vicki were waiting there by the
words as they flew over...it was a pretty special moment.
Back on Uncle Ron's runways...where they would land...waited our family...
And The Boy of course. It was just what he wanted...to be surrounded by the
people who helped raise him, The people he loves and who love him...the most.
And then the big moment came....
The plane landed. And then this happened....
We then headed back to our house for a celebration dinner...
again...perfectly planned out by The Boy.
We had Enchiladas...red and green, rice, salad, steaks...
and watermelon. A perfect ending to a pretty perfect day!!
Friday, July 24, 2015
Around this time last year we were on our annual vacation to Utah.
The Boy was there working trying to earn money for the next school year.
Presh was getting ready to enter the MTC, and The Rooster was just having a good time!
The Boy would spend most days with us...at least the days that he wasn't working.
It was a really great time for our family. Anyway, during this time The Boy met a really
beautiful and kind girl. He called one afternoon and asked if we didn't mind if he
brought her over so we could meet her. Of course we thought that would be fine
and then we waited for them to arrive. Our rented house was filled with
visiting cousins from AZ.
Certainly the little cousins were excited to meet The Boy's "friend."
I wondered if this girl he was bringing over would be completely overwhelmed
with the energy that filled our house. I thought that might scare her away pretty quickly.
It really was quite a crowd! The time finally came and they arrived together.
The cousins were peeking out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her before
they reached the door step. I heard things like..."they are here!!!"..."oh wow...she's so pretty!"
and then they rushed to the door waiting for The Boy to open it. It was a fun scene to watch.
The door opened and there they were...and yes...she was beautiful!
But even better than that...she was sweet, kind and patient with all of those sweet
cousins who wanted to talk to her and hug her. Immediately she jumped right in and
helped serve cake and ice cream...chatting with everyone around her.
And then I thought..."she is fitting right in...interesting!"
We spent the rest of our summer days in Utah getting to know The Boy's "Girl"
more and more. The more we got to know her, the more we like her.
Some were even heard to suggest that we keep her, in exchange for The Boy!
Our vacation was finally done and we headed back home.
PreSh entered her mission, The Rooster began his Senior year and The Boy
returned to USU for another semester of college and
The Boy..and his Girl continued to date and fall in love.
Nearly a year passed and it was becoming quite clear that The Boy was smitten.
Finally, he came home for Spring Break. During this time he confided in The Farmer that
he was in love. He would say things like..."I love that she is always happy!"...
"I love that she is always so kind"...and he began to think about marriage.
At the end of the Spring semester he left for Texas to work. One afternoon I got a text from
The Boy...it said..."I kind of bought a wedding ring" to which I responded...
"you either did or you didn't...there is no "kind of"....to which he replied...
"I did." We were thrilled!!! So happy with his decision and who he had chosen.
He planned the week to come home...that's where he wanted to be when he proposed to her
...and began to come up with the perfect proposal. The plan was put in place.
His Girl would fly to Mesa where Grandma S. would pick her up and drive her to Mexico.
A great excuse to have the Grandma there too! Once there Uncle Dave would take
her on a plane ride along with PreSh and The Rooster. They would circle the Colonia Juarez
temple and then they would fly over a special message that was written out for her on
Grandpa Max's old runway. They would then fly back to Uncle Ron's runway where
they would land, and The Boy would be waiting surrounded by family.
So off they went....
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Monday, February 16, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Sis. Precious overload!
She is amazing!
She is now training a new Sister!
I can't believe we are going on 8 months!! Yippee!!! She is a perfect joy!
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
One thing we know for sure, is that The Rooster loves to have alot of fun!
He has great friends and they love a good adventure together.
A few weeks back, The Rooster gathered his dear friends and they set out for a day
of 4 wheeler riding. He asked if he might "borrow" the UTV The Farmer gave to
me for Christmas. We agreed...they gathered some snacks and sodas and took off.
Not too long after they were gone, one of the girls in the group
posted this picture on Facebook...
where I saw it....;)
And there it is! STUCK!!!
I didn't call The Rooster...I just prayed that he would figure it out without
damaging the vehicle. Well...they tried...and tried... and failed and failed.
They didn't ask for help...but returned to our home to get a truck in hopes of
pulling the UTV out. And then more time passes. Until now it is dark.
The friends had built a fire to stay warm.
Finally I said to The Farmer... "don't you think we should call to see if they need help...?"
and he said "No...let them figure it out."
Finally more time passed...it got later and later and The Farmer gave in.
He called The Rooster, figured out their location and headed to pull them out.
Now stuck...the UTV, a 4 wheeler, and The Rooster's truck.
The Farmer wasn't gone too long.
Turns out...he was able to pull them all out pretty quickly.
After he returned I ask him how it all went and this was his reply...
"There wasn't one functioning brain in the whole group!"
That was his summary. The kids???..
.They had a fantastic time! In fact...they all gathered to have dinner together,
even though they were covered with mud.
It was an experience that won't soon be forgotten!!
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
I couldn't tell you all these things in person, it would have been a tear fest!
So for that reason, I decided to write you this "letter."
First of all...you know that I love you! You have been such a joy to me!
I feel like you are my girl... I feel like you are a part of my family...one of my kids.
You and I have shared some long talks together, and we have shed tears together.
What a pleasure it has been for me to watch you grow into a beautiful, kind, thoughtful,
God loving, woman. Never did I doubt that you would be anything else.
I love your testimony!
I love your love for those around you!
I love that you have allowed me to be a part of your life.
What a beautiful experience it was for us to join with your special family to welcome
you home from your mission. There really is nothing better in the whole world
than that of welcoming home a missionary who has served faithfully.
It was a very special day!
I am not sure that I have ever thanked you sufficiently for the beautiful gift
you brought to me all the way from your mission. You know that my father served his
mission to Peru. I heard about it all through my life. I saw pictures, listened to stories.
I knew that he loved Peru and had a great desire to return there some day.
I don't think he knew how he would go back...he just knew that it was #1 on his bucket list ;)
He never got that chance.
When he passed away in October that was one of the thoughts that made me
really sad, that he had never returned to his beloved Peru. I never told anyone how I felt.
I just kept it in my heart. And then you arrived at my house with a pretty gift bag...
As I opened the gift, I quickly realized what you had brought for me...
a beautiful Peruvian Nativity.
The moment I saw it, I wanted to burst into tears...
but I held it together so I didn't look like a crazy lady!
Chelsea, I knew in that moment that the nativity not only represented you
and your faithful service in Peru...It represented my Dad.
He knew that I love and collect nativity sets,
it was his way of letting me know that he was close by.
And he was able to do that though you.
After you left, I sat down and cried. I said a little prayer of gratitude for you.
That you could be an instrument to help me feel close to my Dad at such a sad time for me.
I have enjoyed that nativity set more than you will even know!
Even now I have it where I can see it everyday. It has brought me so much peace and joy.
It continues to be a reminder of a beautiful young lady that I love very much,
but also a reminder of a father, who wanted to let his daughter know...
he wasn't really that far away!
I love you Chelsea!