Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Darce and funerals

Renee Jones passed away from cancer at 70. I'm still in awe that for 29 years she was such a fabulous friend to my mother. After she died she continued to watch afte the five of us and care and attend our children's and our events. I'm sure th reunion in heaven was glorious. 

Darce has been such a dear friend all my life. Friends since we were babies. We go long stretches without talking but always pick right up. Talking. Laughing. Trusting one another. She is a true gift and blessing in my life. 

Renee's funeral was hard as I had just been told I didn't have much longer to walk here. As I listened, I thought of Thomas and Hayden and jodi and others and how hard my funeral would be on them. I cried. 

As I sang the song I know that my Redeemer lives, it was on a different level. It was as if he stood at my feet and I sang to him. My heart swelled with all I knew  all the joy I felt. My heartache. My fear. My peace. It all testified of our Redeemer and Savior.  My heart broke. Yet I knew my Savior loved me. 

I love each of renee's children. They all hold. Special place in my heart. They are more than friends. But family. Loved ones. Cherished. 

The pain each child felt was excruciating yet they were calmed. I grateful for peace that filled the room. I'm grateful for the calm. The reassurance of life after death. The reassurance of the love our Savior has for each of us. 

I'm grateful I sat between my dear husband that I love and adore and my sister that comforts me and loves me. These two have walked me through this journey with Hayden. They have been rocks. I'm grateful for all those that have loved me and help walk me home. 

I was grateful for her life. For Renee's love. For her meekness. For her willingness to serve God. She has been a strength to me. And I am grateful. 

When life is over we remember important truths. What is I,portent. And what is not. People matter. Memories matter. Life is about learning who we are, remembering who we were in the pre-existence, trusting and following the Savior and loving. Loving and serving and growing a greater testimony of God and our Savior. Little else matters. 

I felt my own life and mortality that day. My own walk with God. My goodbyes. My lingering adventures. My life. Those I love. My joys. My overcoming trials. My turning to Christ and God. My walks with them. My walks with my family.  My friends. Those I loved and served. Those that matter to me. 

My Savior whispered "well done, Jerlyn. Well done." 

Those words were ones I longed to hear my entire life. I would have done anything to hear those words. I desire to follow ,y Savior every day. To do his will. To trust him. To,love him. To be faithful always. 

There were rocky roads and times I fell down. Hard climbs that caused me to lose my footings and. I fell. But always, I tried. I desired to do good even when life didn't go as planned. I wanted to Serve and love and reflect my Savior's love. I tried to be like him. I tried my best. I'm grateful for the hard climbs because they brought me to my Savior. I had to use his strength to climb. Trust him in the journey. 

My joy is to see those I love walk in truth and righteousness. Thomas and Hayden are so good. They are men of God. They uphold and honor and cherish their priesthood power ordained from God. They love with their whole hearts. They serve. They bring joy. They love complete,y. 

My sister is my joy for so long. From the moment she was born a dream come true. My hopes and dreams come true. My dear friend. My sister. My heart. My connection. My family. My best friend. My joy. 

My husband my all. My everything. My happy. My joy. My peace. My strength. My rock. My way. My eternity. My forever. My connection from here to the end of eternal time. My all. My love. My love in life and death. My eternity. My husband. My all. 

My son is my,joy. My peace. My hope. My happy. My sweet. My Dream of being a mom come true. He is my,happy. My joy.  My smile. My soft spot when life is upside down.  Me.  My mom me. My heart on the outside of my body. My all. 

Them with me describes my life. My little baby grown up. My smile. My dreams come true. My husband is my example of my Savior. He walks with me and never puts me down. He loves me. My son loves me. My sister. My brothers. My parents. My friends. My loves. My life. 

I wondered as I sat at renews funeral who would come say goodbye to me. Who cares. Who loves me. I thought of countless people. Saw countless faces on the crowd. My heart. Who will remember me? Who loves me? Who did I help make a difference in their lives? Who did I lift? Who did I help? Who did I show example of my Savior? Who did I ease their suffering? Make smile? Bring joy? Ease heartache? Was I a good friend? Did I love my family enough ? Did those I love know how deeply and completely I loved them? 

I did love them all. My husband.  My son. ,y sister. My brothers. My dad. My mom. My Savior. My,loved ones. My friends. All those I loved. 

I hope each one knows of my love and care for them. How much I love them. How grateful I am that they loved me. That they chose to share their life with me. Their glorious moments and their Low moments. That they chose me to walk beside them. I pray I eased burdens. That I was enough. That I gave enough. That I loved deeply enough. 

I love those I walked with. I love my Savior mi tried in all ways and every day to portray his love. Because his love matters so much more than me. His life. His all. I'm grateful I know my,Savior. I grateful for his tutoring and guid ace. He is my everything. I hope my,life showed that. 

To all reading This. Thank you for blessing my,life. For loving me. For believing in me And trusting me to be your friend and walk the path with you. It means more to me than words can say. 

Thursday, June 23, 2016


I've been thinking a lot about "Home" lately. 

Where is home? 

Is home the address where we reside? Is home where our family is? Is home the place that makes us feel warm and comfortable after a long time away? Is home the place we lay our heads or is it the place that when we go to after a long time away that we feel most comfortable? Is home more a person than a place? What truly is home? 

As I have contemplated, I think home is many things. 

Home is the place our hearts rest. Home is the place where we feel safe and secure. Home is the place we journey to when things get confusing and rough. Home is the place your heart feels at peace. Home is people. It is your dearest loved ones. Home is comfort. Most of all, home is love. 

I always associated home as one physical place. No longer. Home is the place where your heart is safe and at rest. 

Many of us talk of going home when in reference to our childhood home or parents home. 

To me, one of the places I feel most at home is in Oceanside California. As I drive up each year, my heart feels complete and whole. It feel complete. I feel relaxed. My heart smiles and is happy. 

I love coming to my own on "home" disguised as our house. There is so much love. There is safety. There is peace. There is comfort. 

I thought deeper. To me. Hayden is home. He is comfort. He is mine. He is comfort and love. He is smiles and laughter. He is hope. He is joy. 

Thomas is my truest home. I don't care where in the world we are. When Thomas walks in the door, my,heart relaxes, it leaps with joy, I Experience so much love, I'm relaxed, I'm hopeful, I'm at peace and I'm comforted. I feel surrounded in love. 

But what if all these places are "home" because we are searching for our true home. The place our heart and spirit and entire being recognize as home. Where is this? Is there a place we long to be greater than our desire to be home here with those we love? 

Earth is not home to any of us. It is our temporary residence. Our college apartment. Our vacation home. So yes, our hearts feel peace. But that is why we struggle and want more and are not content here. We desire more. 

Where is this place that is our true home? 

Our spirits yearn to still be with our Heavenly Father and our beloved Savior. They long for the companionship of those that have passed on before us. 

At 3am, I stood outside looking at the heavens. I looked up and asked my loving Father in Heaven where is home? 

Am I here? Is it with those I love? Does my heart really belong at the beach? Is it my loved ones? Is it my son? My beloved husband!

A feeling so sweet came over me. They are all temporary Homes. I long for you to come home for good. 

Home is all these things because when you come home for good, to your eternal home, it is to remind us that home, our true home, is compromised of all those things we love. 

I long to go home. 

Where? I'm not sure! I am struggling with that. My heart is being pulled home. Yet, where is it?amd most of all, I don't want to go anywhere without Thomas and Hayden. I long to be with them. I love them so much.

Yet, I believe the feeling is a, having long for a relationship even deeper. More loving. Mor permanent. More eternal. 

Am I feeling discontent of earth life and longing for degree of peace not avail ale here on earth. My Savior is ,y home. My loving Heavenly Father is my home. Yet so are my loved ones. 

My heart wants to go home. 

But my heart wants Thomas at my side where I go. 

Hence my dilemma. Where is home? And why am I longing to go there?  

Yet, I don't want to be anywhere without my beloved husband. My all my everything. My heart. My soul. My,happy. My peace. May Alll. 

Yet, I will find home and prepare a place for me and Thomas. A place that when he sees it will know his heart is home for good. 

Yet again, I looked up and asked where so home? Amd why is my heart longing to be there?

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Our precious family

Family is everything. It is the center of God's creation. Families are so vital to our salvation that God created eternal families. A way for families and those relationships to extend beyond the grave. That death does not end the relations or the bonds of marriages and families. 

The knowledge I have of the great plan of happiness or the plan of salvation is priceless. 

Death will never shatter these bonds. Not with me and Thomas not Thomas and I with Hayden. Our love. Our family. Our joy. Our sealing. Our worlds. Reach beyond this life into the eternities. That knowledge is priceless to me. Something I hold near and dear to my heart. Knowing these two are mine forever brings a peace that extends forever. The bonds eternal. 

I feel the sealing bonds and the relations that God United and sealed together so deeply. Those bonds or sealing power or covenant made between Thomas and I and God are sacred. They are so incredibly sacred. I am grateful for them. 

To my dear beloved husband: I love you. Now. Forever. Eternity will one day be our reward for enduring the trials of this world. Together, we learned to hold on to one another, cling to our Savior and keep his commandments. We have knelt in earnest prayer. We have united, fasted. We have called down the powers of heaven. We have experienced miracles. We have witnessed the Savior's hand in our lives each and every day. That recognition has been there each day, consistently for almost seven years. We have cried and wept and mourned together. And we have rejoiced and laughed and celebrated our great gifts together. We have absolutely taken this journey together. And there is no one I would have rather taken this journey of life with. You kept your promise to bring me joy and laughter every single day. You've brought joy in the midst of heartache. You've eased my physical and spiritual pain. You've walked me through all I've experienced. I'm so grateful for the ride. Being a parent with you made my dreams come true. We have experienced the highs and lows, ups and downs, triumph and heartache and absolute joy of being parents, together. 

You are my best friend, my eternal companion, my partner in crime, my biggest fan, my cheerful smile that tells me I can do it, the gentle and levine push, my rock, my strength, my all, my everything. Every day has been better because we have experienced it together. 

To name my favorite moments, simply impossible. How do you capture each moment, good and bad? How do we consider what moments created our deep and loving bond. 

I would do anything for you. Each day for the last five or six years, I have begged the Savior for more time. The pain. The physical pain I endure. Coping with one of the most physically challenging pain diseases ever, each day was so worth the joy we shared. Our love. Every day I have fought for you, for us. 

My prayers are more for you and Hayden then me. I've learned what it truly means to love someone more than yourself. As parents we sometimes achieve that. I definitely love our son with my all. He is our world. Our joy. Our hope. Our smiles. Our love. 

I ha r also come to deeply realize how much more your happiness and joy and eternal salvation matter than mine. Oh how I would endure all the pain in the world to spare you one ounce of pain. I would give my all for you. I'd lay down my life for you. And I would continue to live for you. You matter more than me. Completely. 

.im so grateful I was chosen to be your wife now and for all eternity. I'm grateful I was blessed to walk this road with you. That you and I together could become parents. That we together, endured and enjoyed and cherished each day of life. I've laughed with you more than anyone. I've smiled more with you. Cried more. Hoped more. Lived more. And definitely loved more. 

You are my heart. My soul. My joy. My love.  My all. My everything. I LOVE YOU BEYOND COMPARE! I am so grateful I will always be your precious wife. Your love and your companion for eternity. 

I love you, Thomas! Always. Forever. No matter what. 

My Savior my friend: I have a question

I love my Savior. I cherish my Savior.

I have been thinking  a lot about my reunion with him. What a blessing that will be when I see him again. What is the first thing I will say? What will I do? 

The scriptures say that when we meet the Lord, that every knee will bow and every tongue confess that He is the Christ. 

I have tried to spend every day the last year or two or five testifying of our Savior. My tongue has continually confessed of his love. I have bowed at my knees praying to Him and for Him. I have tried to confess on all things that my Savior lives and loves us. 

So if my knees have bowed and tongue has confessed that our Savior is the Christ, then what. 

As I picture myself seeing my Savior again, the picture is always the same. 

When I am privileged to meet my Savior, I can only imagine running into His loving arms. I picture me just giving him the biggest hug. And smiling Nd telling him how very much I love him and how much I adore him. With my arms stretched around his neck, I will hug him tight, confess my gratitude, appreciation and love. 

Then, I will bow and adore him and confess u love. My eternal love. 
I hope he is ok with that. I pray he understands. I will give my all to him. The reunion will be joyous. 

Maybe most kneel first. But my love for him, I know the hug will come first. I love my special relationship with him. And I think he will smile because he knows me. And he is my dearest friend. My best friend. My adoration. My gratitude. My all. 

I love my Savior. Our reunion will b glorious. 

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Trek the adventure

Many pictures from trek. Love the temple. 
Love the beauty. 
Love our bishop smith and our Ward pas. 
Our youth. Such great kids. 
Pushing. The handcart. Look at that water. 

The temple lit up was breathtaking and so spiritual according to Hayden.  

What an amazing experience. 

He's back

Oh how I missed my boy. I missed his smile. His heart. His joy. His laughter. His teasing. His caring. His kindness. His gentleness. His great smile. And his love. 

The joy I felt when he walked back into the house well exceeded that of the puppies joy. My boy was home. And oh how I felt so much love. Gratitude he was safe. Grateful he was home. And oh so happy. I loved hearing his excitement. His stories. Lessons learned. Faith gained. Self confidence increased. And all the joy he felt even when things were hard. 

His smile. Even with his stinking smelly boy that was walking ten miles each day, doing hard work without showers for five days and in the same clothes, I still needed-wanted a hug. And I hugged him. Laughed. Told him to shower. And we would love to catch up when he was clean and smelled a little better. 

Got you Hayden. I love you even after you are that stinky and smelly. I absolutely love you. (But rememeber to shower. Every single day.). I can see the eye roll now and the "mooommmm!" Good thing you don't read this. I love you. Always forever and no matter what. 

Monday, June 13, 2016

National donut day

It was National donut day while I was at Jodi's. Of course we had to get a donut. I love all the cute donut shops by Jodi's. 

Before hitting the donut shop, we hit Barros pizza for pizza slices and diet cokes and then hit the Asian market. 

I wanted to prepare a yummy Korean meal that I knew jodi and Troy and their kids would love. Our family favorite. 
Bulgogi (steak cut in strips) marinated In a Korean BBQ sauce. Onions. Garlic. Grilled. Then you take lettuce. Rice. Garlic. And steak strips and eat lettuce wraps. We had seaweed. Kimchi. Jodi made chow mien. And yummy fried apples. They loved it. I loved it. Thomas loved it. 

Then we hit the delicious donuts. I love these kids. I love how much Talmage loves donuts. Talmage always begs Thomas for donuts when he is over. He loves them. So they were in heaven. So fun.  

We had so much fun. I missed my boy. But loved time with my sister and her sweet family. I'm ready for another visit. I sure love and adore them. 

Time at Jodi's

While Hayden was at Trek, I spent time at my sister's house with her and her darling children. 

One night brooklyn had softball practice and me and the boys played ball and watched funny YouTube videos and laughed. I love these boys. My bonuses. Brigham and his endearing hugs and tenderness. Talmage and his joy and funny and sweet personality. Oh how I adore them. I loved the time with them. 
Thomas came at night and we swam and watched movies in the pool and soaked in the jacuzzi. 
Talmage did a great job taking my picture. So impressive. Oh how I love my sister and her precious family. 
My sweet niece Brooklyn and her amazing mom. I love and adore them both!!!!
Brigham playing sharks and minnows with Thomas and brooklyn and Talmage. 
We watched Now you see me in the pool. Oh how I lovd that!!!!
My sister and her precious family. My love for them. Simply priceless. 
My husband. The man of my dreams. My heart. My world. I love him. 
While I was at Jodi's we also prepared for jodi to go to girls camp and wrote a camp song and planned decor. We wrote the song "It's all about the hands" as Jodi was assigned music and good works. I loved helping her. And brooklyn prepare her devotional.  Of course the flour game was my suggestion with building a testimony on firm found nation instead of flour or sand. The girls loved it. I loved being apart of it. 

I loved time with Jodi and her sweet family. I loved that my husband was concerned enough that he came to see me each night. Jodi said when he walked in that my shield and strength depleted. It was. Physical difference as I allowed him to be my strength. I'm so grateful for those that hold me up. Especially my dear love. 


Hayden was so excited to dress up like a pioneer, build and push a had art, listen to campfire stories, learn about the pioneers and going on Trek with the youth from our stake. 

Hayden read scriptures, walked for weeks, hiked, listened to all of conference twice, read about and studied our pioneer ancestors and did all he could to prepare. Most of all he prayed every morning and night for months and was faithful at dialysis scripture study for months ahead of time. He wanted to gain all he could from trek. 

He prepared in every way. We bought clothes, sewed buckets, gathered supplies and mentally and physically prepared for this journey. 

I talked to him about our ancestors. Our family of pioneers. I thought of him and how he prepared and thought of our ancestors. They prayed as if all depended on the Lord and worked as if all depended on them. Hayden did this. 

I am so proud of him and his excitement to go. I know the adventure will go,d a special place in his heart always. 

While gone he learned 1) he has friends that are there for him. They love him. 2) our Savior walks with him always. 3) life is hard whether you cross plains or fight to keep the Lord's will always. 4) life was meant to be filled with trials and tribulations 5) we must stay close to our Savior and if we do, all will be ok. 

Hayden learned leaders care. He learned so much. 

I'm grateful he knows that our Savior will provide. He will give us what we need. He will be there for us always. 

Hayden had a great time. 

So many leaders called us. He worked hard. He was always happy. He did all asked. He served. He loved. He smiled. He laughed. He carried the spirit with him he was simply a delight. 

I'm so proud of my boy. I love him. He is such an example to me. He is one of my personal heroes. I love you, Hayden!!! I am so so so proud of you and he way you handle yourselves. Always stay close to our Savior. He loves you. He always walks with you. He wants to be with you. He wants to help you and guide you. Your job, stay close to him.  Keep his commandments. Read the scriptures. Pray morning. And night. Find joy in the journey. There is always joy to be found when you follow and walk with the Savior. 

You are pavin the way. You are a pioneer in your own right. I love you. 

Korean escape

One night we decided that we needed to get away. Simply escape. Best place for,our family, the Korean BBQ for Korean dinner. While there another sweet couple told Hayden about the fried ice cream. It was fried ice cream, Asian style. It is coated in tempera and then fried. Oh yummy! Hayden asked why we had held out on him so long. But I didn't know they had it. I'm guessing it will always be Hayden's favorite part of his Korean food experience. 


My heart was drawn to this truth. And it warmed my heart. And taught truth to my soul.  It comforted me. It strengthens me. It guided me. And it has encouraged me. 

I know when I started this journey over five years ago, I was not this strong. In fact, I cowered at such hard tasks and wanted to give up before I even tried. 

I see that through giving us hard trials. Really hard Nd pushing and stretching and growing trials is how he makes us stronger. He simply does not give us strength. He stretches us and each day requires us to use more and develop more than we had the previous day. In stretching us and growing us we become strong. 

He uses our natural strengths and helps us to overcome weaknesses before making us strong. 

It is in the stretching and pushing and requiring more than our own strength, that we become strong. 

Hard battles are fought by those the Savior believes in. Those that do not have. Strength today, but that the Savior knows through really hard battles and trials can become strong. 

I wouldn't be this strong and tough and resilient and capable of withstanding the adversary had the Savior himself not helped me withstand. He pushed me. He has stretched me. He has remodeled me. He has taken the hard edges off. He has made me who I am. 

I still need more stretching. More growing. More remodeling.  More guidance. More help. 

But I am confident that my Savior will not give up on me.  He will continue us to give me hard battles to overcome. He will continue to love me enough to help me be the best me. 

I'm grateful my Savioe loves me e ought I mold me and change me. I'm grateful he has trusted me with hard battles. Those hard battles have helped me to see my divine potential. It touches the very depths of my soul. 

And if my Savior believes I can fight hard battles, I believe in the me that my Savior sees. And I try every day to become more like her and more like the strong warrior my Savior knows I can be. 

Perfect day

We asked Hayden one Saturdy if he could do anything, what would it be. (There were guidelines and things ruled out. No beach. Disneyland. Etc.)
He smiled and wanted to go to Golden Corral restaurant with Grandma, Kelli and Victoria. Done. We could make that happen. 
He wanted to go to the movie, play logo game and of course video games with his dad.  Done. 

We set out to make the perfect day for Hayden. 

We started with getting he last minute things for trek followed by lunch at Golden Corral. I guess all you can eat for a growing teen is heaven. He was all smiles. He and Victoria had so much fun they decided to come, over. 

We played apples to apples and logo party. Video games with dad switched to video games with his cousin. 

We had a great day. I loved letting Hayden chose and letting see what mattered to him. I wouldn't have thought Golden Corral, but it was so fun. Best of all, I would do anything for that smile. I love you, Hayden. Always have. Always will. You are mine and I love you so very much!

New diet

The doctor told me I needed to add the following to my diet: steak. As much red meat as I can down.  Add that to my other crazy diet items: as much salt as I can eat and caffeine aka my beloved diet coke. 

Hayden and Thomas thought it was a Great plan. Thomas stopped Nd picked up steaks on the way home. They were delicious. Especially grilled. 

At dinner Hayden said, "mom, wouldn't it help it you ate more steak than corn or potato. And shouldn't you salt those?"  I laughed and sId that at least I follow the caffeine requirement. 

Life is funny. 


I snapped a picture as my boys walked in from church the other day. I laughed. Hayden wasn't in the door for moments yet when he was undressing. He hates church clothes. But they looked so handsome. 

I'm so proud of Hayden for never complaining about church for always going. I miss a lot. Between my treatments and sicknesses at church the doctors want me out of there. But Hayden has grown. He is strong in the gospel and church. 

I'm grateful Thomas continues to teachnhayden and show him the way. It would be much easier when I'm home sick for Thomas to stay home yet he takes Hayden. Together they go. I'm so proud of these two. 

I love you! Always and forever. No matter what. You are mine. 

Swim party at Jake's

I love family times. It's my favorite. I love family time whether with these two or extended loved ones. I just adore family time. 
I'm grateful for loving siblings that share what they have with me. They make me world a better place. I'm grateful they share their pools and fun toys. We have loved the time with all of them. 

Hayden and Thomas are best friends. Oh how I love the relationship they share. It's beautiful. At times, I'm reminded how our loving Father in Heaven loves us, his children. Thomas loves Hayden with a selfless love. As our Father does us. 

And they crazy face Thomas is making is my favorite. It's his happy and playful pose. Sheer joy on those boys faces and that brings me insurmountable joy. 
They continue to have fun and cherish each other. 
Jake loves Hayden so much. Hayden adores jake. He thinks he ismthemfunniest and loves him. I love that my brother (and ao ma y others) love and cherish my son as I do. It is precious to me. And oh how I love the teasing and laughter. 
More crazy fun. Then since the girls had to leave and it was jake and the three of us, jake grabbed Hayden and took him to get a new Xbox game. Talk about my boy in heaven.  Thanks Jake for loving my boys so much. They adore you. I'm grateful for your friendships. 
And. I cannot forget Hayden's buddy Katelyn. Lately these two have had so much fun. I guess they always have. Love you Katelyn. 

My puppies

The joy and peace and love these two have brought can not be expressed. They are angels. 
Oh how I love them!

Sunday, June 12, 2016

My peace

My sister sent me this quote. I needed it. As I was struggling, I felt my mom close. I felt her love. I felt my Savior wrap his arms around me. I felt love from the other side. I'm grateful that heaven has my back. That heaven and angels love me and care about me. I am grateful for those that help me from the other side. They love me and I love them.  


The chemo poisoning sure messed up my head. I thought I was going crazy. I was so upset. Crying. Wanting to peel my skin off. I wanted to jump out of my skin. It was terrible. 

I posted this on Instagram asking for slack. I try hard to be patient and kind to others. This messed me up. This has me feeling crazy. 

At the dr I found out I had had a massive stroke. Hence the issues of brain issues and feeling my personality was different. He told me that it wasn't my fault. The stroke caused issues. 

Thankfully the stroke meds are making me feel more like myself. If grateful for those that were gentle with me while I struggled with a really hard and painful event. While I wasn't myself. While I was ready to just give up. I'm grateful that phase of this illness has passed. It was awful. I'm grateful for medications that help us feel better. I'm grateful for good doctors. I'm grateful for a patient husband and son. I'm grateful for friends that were patient Nd loving with me. 

Life is hard. Really hard. I'm grateful that these moments that I know people have my back. I'm grateful for those that love me. I grateful for all the good in my life. 

Mother's day

So my Mother's Day involved dinner at a Japanese restaurant on Saturday night. Mother's Day morning we got up and Thomas took us to a cute little old restaurant. Yummy food. Eggs, bacon, hash browns and Hayden had lots of bacon and pancakes. We finished the day at the pool, and I read whole listening to the waterfall. Hayden was so sweet. I couldn't walk to the big waterfall as it was too far and steep. So Hayden and Thomas sat me next to the creek and they went and took video so I could experience it. It was heaven. I felt so loved. 

Then we drove up Mount Lemmon. It was gorgeous. It was fun. It was the perfect day. We came back with me exhausted and they both rubbed my feet until I fell asleep. They are so good to me. They are so perfect. They made me feel loved and special and worth celebrating. They love me. They cherish me. They spoil me. I am the luckiest mom and wife ever. I love you my precious boys. With all my heart. Thanks for he perfect weekend.