Sunday, January 17, 2016

I wrote this for Melanie in July 2015

Our love is like a tree, planted it grows
Nourished by rain and sun
Laying roots in the earth
Adding strength
Seed of life

Little branches emerge, full of hope
Ready to blossom and grow
Fed by faith
Reflecting love
Adding fruit

Reaching higher, digging deeper
Weathering the wild storms
Standing tall and firm
Toward heaven
Tree of life

I gave this talk in the Willow Brook ward, August 2015

The theme we were assigned is ‘filling your home with light and truth’ based on a talk by Sister Cheryl A. Esplin. What a timely and important topic to think about.

The world is getting darker.

Every day we see news reports about global warming, terrorism, hate crimes - but the real threat to humanity is occurring in homes and in families. Some homes are full of light; others are gray; while others are in complete darkness. 

We’re in the “new and improved” Dark Age that was prophesied of in DC 45: 26. It reads:

And in that day shall be heard of wars and rumors of wars, and the whole earth shall be in commotion, and men’s hearts shall fail them.

It’s great dichotomy of our time – as a result of the immediate access to information people feel more enlightened. Yet, on all spiritual fronts the world is in darkness.

Light and truth are being extinguished at an alarming rate. This is nothing new – this world has always fought against the light of the Gospel. But today’s dark campaign feel smarter, better organized, and celebrated by the powers of the world. 

As darkness grows, it becomes more important for us to learn how to combat the darkness. Make no mistake – the battle is raging. Not on war fronts, but on door fronts. The battle is not physical, it’s spiritual. At risk are not men’s lives, but men’s souls. The weapons are not guns and missiles, but light and truth.

The world offers light, but its sources are fake, weak, and fleeting.  There is no truth in them; they are distortions of truth at best. The enemy is everywhere – the TV, devices, billboards, movie theaters, newspapers, magazines, websites. The enemy is in schools, running for office, entertaining us, employing us. They are beautiful, tantalizing, funny, charming, articulate, convincing.

But if you measure their light, it has the distinct feel of a glow stick – it’s chemically generated, offers no heat, and fades over time. 

Contrast that light with the Light of the Gospel, provided by Christ. He said:

I will be a light unto them forever (2 Ne. 10:14 )
I am the law, and the light (3 Ne. 15:9 )
I am the light which ye shall hold up (3 Ne. 18:24 )
I am the light which shineth in darkness (D&C 6:21)
I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. (John 8:12.)

The light of the Gospel is connected to a power source that can never be put out of our lives, except by our own free will. It illuminates us and gives us vision to see truth from error. With it we have the ability to see beyond the Photoshopped, airbrushed, teleprompter view that the world gives us to recognize our enemy in their true form.

And so with these options we need to decide: which light source do we trust? Which is right for our family?

It’s our decision to make. But there are consequences for making a wrong choice.

It reminds me of a scripture in Mark 3: 27.

“No man can enter into a strong man's house, and spoil his goods, except he will first bind the strong man; and then he will spoil his house.”

I love this scripture – I see myself in it. I see you in it. We’re the strong man. And no one can overpower our home unless we let them. No one can spoil our home unless we let our guard down. No one binds us without first gaining our permission.

I imagine each of our homes is a castle. Not a fairy tale version, but a real castle – built to defend and protect. It has tall walls. It has a moat that circles it. It has strong gates and high turrets for turning away marauders.

We must see our homes as a castle, and must learn to be as vigilant in defending our homes from spiritual darkness as if we were being threatened physically. Filling them with light and truth is the modern equivalent of digging moats, raising walls, and elevating turrets. This is the only way to fight the dark agendas that can seep into our homes.

Sister Cheryl A. Esplin said, “Satan knows that in order for us and our families to withstand the pressures of the world, we must be filled with light and gospel truth. So he does everything in his power to dilute, distort, and destroy the truth of the gospel and to keep us separated from that truth.”

Though our enemy is strong, we have a great advantage. The light of the Gospel is real. It’s full of energy. It’s powerful. Our enemies flee from it. It’s illuminating.  It’s beautiful. Think of the night sky – sometimes it’s cloudy, like in Washington, and impossible to see the stars - so no one looks up. But when the clouds are gone, our eyes are naturally drawn up – not to see the darkness, but to see the light. The contrast is what amazes us. It’s the same with our homes.

Homes that are filled with the light of the Gospel feel different.

Our realtor in Seattle said to us when she visited the first time, “I go into a lot of homes…but your home feels different. There’s something special here.” We heard that time, and time again from people who were not of our faith.

Sister Esplin says, “Families are the Lord’s workshop on earth to help us learn and live the gospel. We come into our families with a sacred duty to help strengthen each other spiritually.

Both parents and children have roles to play.

Parents must set a great example and be disciplined in teaching the Gospel. We must take the lead in ensuring that the Gospel principles are taught, and re-taught. It’s our job to raise the bar and point out with increasing directness how to discern light from darkness. We take great thought for what we feed them – going out of our way to make sure we buy “Organic”. Are we as thoughtful about what they are spiritually fed?

Rosemary Wixom said, “The world will teach our children if we do not, and our children are capable of learning all the world will teach them at a very young age.” We need to be thoughtful about how and when we teach our children, recognizing that Satan is starting earlier than ever to “endarken” our youth.

Children and youth have an important role to play in filling our homes with light and truth. They must be willing to listen and learn. They must be patient with their parent’s efforts. Filling our homes with light and truth is not only a top down effort, owned by Mom and Dad, but can as easily be a bottom up effort that the children and youth can lead.   

I think of my own little family. Like you, many weeks we get busy and forget to plan Family Home Evening. Thankfully, our kids will step in and not only remind us to have FHE, but also plan and teach the lesson themselves without being asked. The best lessons come from our children.

Sister Esplin continued, “Strong eternal families and Spirit-filled homes do not just happen. They take great effort, they take time, and they take each member of the family doing his or her part.”

Sometimes we lose hope as we contemplate the growing darkness. We ask: “with so many dark forces in the world, can we really win? Or are we fooling ourselves?”

I believe that if we do our part – if we do what we can to fuel the flames of faith in our home, we can win. Even if our efforts are weak, or our attempts half-hearted, God will make up the difference. He is Oxygen that if added to a weak spark will create a great flame.  Let me illustrate with a personal example.

When I was about 8 years old, my parents divorced and my Mom was left to raise seven children – ranging from a newborn to 15.  She took this on against great odds. The world was stacked against her – and us. Here’s what I mean:

Financially, we were broke. Though educated, she never had a meaningful job – she worked in a school kitchen, she slung ice cream at Dairy Queen, she took care of other people’s kids, even while she had her own running around. Really, she did what she knew to make ends meet – she knew how to take care of kids, and she knew how to prepare food. But, let’s face it - no matter what she did, we lived our life in poverty. Thankfully with assistance from both government and Church, we squeaked by.

Our home was a wreck – all 1300 sq ft of it. It was a tight place for 8 people to live. Chaos ruled.

We lived and were schooled in a rough area of Michigan, where the best you could hope for was to work at an automobile plant.

My poor Mom suffered mentally as well – likely the result of both the stress of the enormous challenges facing her and her own biology.

We had nothing. We were nothing.  

But, in these circumstances my mom made a decision to plant her family in the light of the Gospel.

For the better part of 20 years she drove us, one-by-one, to early morning seminary, often during hair-raising winter conditions. And in so doing, she gave us light.

Week by week she drove us to Church in a tiny, rusty four-seater Ford Escort. It was crazy – it would be illegal today. There were kids sitting on kids, not a seat belt snapped among us. But in so doing, she gave us light.

She encouraged us to work hard at Young Women’s and Boy Scouts. She encouraged us to attend all of our Church activities. And in so doing, she gave us light.

We didn’t read the scriptures every day, but when we did she would teach us with deep feeling the Word of God – introducing us to great prophets and helping make the scriptures come alive to us. And in so doing, she gave us light.

We did the basics and little by little, she flamed the light of the Gospel.

Honestly, many times the light in our home was no more than a few hot embers, barely giving off any light. But my Mom did the only thing she knew – she did her best, and relied completely and utterly on God to add Oxygen.  

Once she had a particularly dark time, when the light of the Gospel was very faint in our home. My Dad had left, she was alone to raise us, and she was concerned about how she could be everything to us. A dark cloud hung over her. So she began to plead with God.

In her words, she prayed to God and said: “my children are little…they are vulnerable…I’m doing my best, but my children need a father.”

Her prayer was raw. She was weak. Alone. Desperate.

That’s when she heard a voice – whether in her head or in her ears, she doesn’t know.

That voice said to her, “I will be their Father.”

In that moment God stepped forward and said, as he will for any who puts their life in his hand: “I will be your light.”

God became our light. He sent Bishops, Young Men and Young Women leaders, Home teachers, and other great men and women to step up and make the difference. He put forward opportunities that we shouldn’t have had to help us grow. He made miracles happen, large and small, for each of us. We still had nothing – but we had the Gospel.

It was enough. My mom sent all 7 of us on missions. All of her boys are Eagle Scouts and my sisters earned their Young Women award. All are married in the temple. She has 30+ grandkids, many who have or are serving missions. Her kids have successful careers and are doing good things in their families, the Church, and the world.

In the scheme of things, our home was nothing. But illuminated by the light of the Gospel, we flourished. The roots of faith sprouted and are bearing fruit. All because of the light of the Gospel.

C.S. Lewis said, “Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is fixing the drains and stopping the leaks in the roof; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But then He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is God up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing up a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little house: but He is building a castle. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

And so, as we plan how we can fill our home with light and truth, we recognize that our efforts are not enough. They never were – they never will be. In our efforts to fill our homes with the light and truth of the Gospel, we see our own weakness and inability. We know all to well where we fail. But if we’re wise, we turn to God. He will take all of our feeble efforts and make them greater than we could have ever imagined. It’s his specialty and promise. He will shine the light, because He is the only true light of the world. I so testify in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

I wrote this talk in June 2014 at Gary's Baptism

I want to commend you for your courage to take this step. Many people have the opportunity as you’ve had to make covenants with God and have chosen not to for a number of reasons. You stand at the head of a great lineage. I can assure you that if you stay true to these covenants you’ve made today and continue to progress, you and thousands after you will be blessed for generations and eternity.

Today I’ve been asked to speak about the Gift of the Holy Ghost. This is a great honor.
Our lives are like a long journey to a faraway land. Today you’ve begun your journey Gary. Symbolically, today you have entered the gates of Baptism. You are officially on your journey. These are your first steps in following Christ. He is simply and utterly thrilled that you have made this decision, as are all of us here who support you.

Jesus knew that the journey would be fraught with difficulties and challenges. It is dangerous. It can fail. He knew this because when we took upon Him our sins and weaknesses, he learned what it would be like to be Gary, or Tim, or anyone. He understands us better than we know ourselves. And so he knew we would need help.

He knew that we would have forks in the road and we wouldn’t know which path to take.

He knew we would meet people on the way who would tempt us to go down dark paths and thwart his plan.

He knew we would be alone, sometimes desperately so, and would long for a friend or our home.

He knew we may even question whether we should have ever gone on this journey at all.

Knowing this, Christ has given us the Gift of the Holy Ghost as a companion. This is a supreme Gift to help us on our way. A light to guide us when all other lights go out.

We are taught that “the Holy Ghost is a personage of Spirit, a separate and distinct member of the Godhead. He is a witness or testifier of the power of God, the divinity of Christ, and the truth of the restored gospel.”

Regarding this Gift Jesus said:

“But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in My Name – He shall teach you all things and bring all things to your remembrance whatsoever I have said unto you.”

Also, he said “Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth is come, he will guide you into all truth”

We are taught that “The Holy Ghost works in perfect unity with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, fulfilling several roles to help us live righteously and receive the blessings of the gospel.

He “witnesses of the Father and the Son” (2 Nephi 31:18) and reveals and teaches “the truth of all things” (Moroni 10:5). We can receive a sure testimony of Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ only by the power of the Holy Ghost. His communication to our spirit carries far more certainty than any communication we can receive through our natural senses.

As we strive to stay on the path that leads to eternal life, the Holy Ghost can guide us in our decisions and protect us from physical and spiritual danger.

A lot of times we talk about how the Holy Ghost feels – some describe it as a warm feeling. Others describe it as a burning in your heart. As a newly baptized member of the Church who will now have the Holy Ghost throughout your life, I want to share some of what I’ve learned about how to recognize it in your life. I’m significantly older than you, and I am still learning so be patient with yourself.

One way to recognize the Holy Ghost is to watch for the fruits of the spirit in our lives. The apostle Paul taught us this when he said the following: “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance” In other words, having the Holy Ghost in your life will produce fruit. It will make you better. You will more love. It can give you peace. It can make you more patient. It will help you develop Christ-like qualities.

I want to add to this list based on my own experience.

The Holy Ghost can help us feel happy and calm.

It can help us be confident and strong.

It can help us feel light.

The Holy Ghost can literally help you be smarter and your mind clearer.

You feel a love for others and for the Lord.

You are more forgiving and less impatient.

You want to service others.

Gary, the Holy Ghost is a personal comforter. Even as he is working with each of us, he is able to help all of us in our own ways. Your needs may be different than mine, and that’s ok. He’s capable and able to be what you need him to be.

Unfortunately, another way we learn to recognize the Spirit is by understanding how we feel when he is not with us. When we sin, we push him away. This can happen when we surround ourselves with unrighteous people or things. Each of us in this room has had this experience of not being worthy of having the Holy Ghost as our companion. And in these moments we feel differently. We feel unhappy. Heavy. Dark. Empty. Defensive. The Holy Ghost leaves in this instance not because he doesn’t love us, but because he cannot stand sin. However, each of us can also repent and in this way, draw closer to him.

Imagine Christ is the chalk board and we are the magnet. As we do what we should, we draw near to him and begin pulling closer. The power of the Holy Ghost becomes more apparent the closer we get. We can feel it. When we sin we intentionally rebel and pull ourselves from him. The power is still there, but it is less powerful. Notice that Christ hasn’t moved at all. We decide, based on our actions, if we will draw near and feel the power or not based on our actions.

We are reminded of our responsibility each week when we partake of the sacrament. In the prayer we promise to take the name of Christ on us. We promise to always remember Him. And we promise to keep his commandments which he has given us. In return, He promises that we’ll always have His Spirit to be with us. It is a wonderful bargain for us.

At the end of the day, the question is: why do we need the Holy Ghost. Why is this Gift important? As I said at the beginning we are all on a journey. Each of us has a path we must follow. Each journey will be different. Some paths are hard. Some must overcome great mountains, others traverse great rivers. But each and every path is leading us to the same place. As our companion the Holy Ghost will get us ready for our arrival. Along the way He will refine us. He will purify us. That’s why receiving the Holy Ghost is sometimes referred to as a Baptism of Fire. Fire removes the impurities, whether from water or steel. In the same way, the Holy Ghost will mold and shape us to become more like our Savior. Each day as we press forward with Him he will help us get ready for that day when we arrive at a new set of gates. These gates be very different from the ones we entered originally. Through the gates I imagine there is a white city, royal and beautiful. It’s massive. Clean. Holy. It’s beyond description. God is the King there. He intends each of us to find our way to Him. These are the gates of the Kingdom of God, and here we will be instructed how to become more like him. Here we will rest with Him forever.

Gary, in a minute you will have hands placed on your head and you’ll be conferred a member of the Church and will be given the Gift of the Holy Ghost. It is your gift to enjoy forever. It is better than any gift we can receive. Over time you will develop an increased understanding of the Holy Ghost in your life and will be so eternally grateful for your Father in Heaven, for his Goodness and Mercy.

My mom gave this talk in December 2014 during the Christmas Sacrament Meeting

Today we remember and celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ It is the glorious beginnings of the dawn of the redemption of mankind and the reconciliation of humanity to God. The birth of the Savior was part of the divine plan put forth in the preexistence for the salvation of all our souls, the plan the preparation the execution of which is incomprehensible to the human mind. Nothing was mere chance, and we can see the purpose, designs, and wisdom of God in the events that unfolded.

All these wonderful things began on the night in the spring time when baby Jesus was born. The Father sent his Holy Son in the meridian of time because of his great love for us all. Jesus Christ the Creator, Redeemer, and Savior of the world condescended to come from his high station at the Father’s right hand to take on life as one of us. Prophets centuries before had foretold his coming.
124 years before his birth, King Benjamin prophesies of his coming mission (see Mos 3: 5-11). He was born in line of King David, the Israelites much loved king, in the City of Bethlehem, David’s birthplace. A new star was to appear to signal His Coming. He was born of a virgin.

In the fields watching their flocks; lowly shepherds beheld a marvelous sight. An Angel of God appeared to them saying “Fear Not” You can imagine how scared they must have been to see this glorious being. He continued, “For behold, I bring you good tiding of great joy which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior which is Christ the Lord.” And he gave them a sign whereby they would know the baby. “You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manager.” Oh the humility and Grace of God, to announce this momentous event to lowly shepherds and to send HIs son to such humble surroundings that the lowest and most humble of us can feel to approach him.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying “Glory to God in the Highest and on Earth peace good will towards men.”

Read Talmadge Jesus the Christ pg. 88, last paragraph.

And the Shepherds went with haste and for the sweet baby, then went all around and told people what they had seen and heard.

We also read of Simon and Anna in the temple and of the visits by the wise men from the east who bolding went to King Herod and declared, “Where is he that is born the King of the Jews for we have seen the star in the East and are come to worship Him.” They found the baby Jesus and “fell down and worshipped Him.”

Jesus Christ is many things to us. He has many names. He is our advocate with the Father. He stands up in our behalf and pleads our case. He has our backs. He is the creator of the Earth and is the word spoken of in John 1: 1-5, 14. He is our Teacher and exemplar who has marked the path and led the way and shows us how to gain eternal life. He is the break of life and the living waters whereby all who eat of it shall never hunger of thirst. We take the sacrament each week in remembrance of this. He is the good shepherd and the door of the sheepfold in John 10: 7, 9-11, 14-15, 17-18. He is the man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. But most of all he is our Savior and redeemer who has fulfilled the atonement, suffered for all the sins of mankind and made us right with God again. He has enabled us to return to God, our Heavenly Father. He has broken the banks of death that we can stand in resurrected, whole, and complete bodies before His judgment bar (see Mosiah 15:8-9). Through every good thing he said or did, He gave recognition and praise to His Father.

Christ means the “Anointed” or “Messiah”.

He justifies me.
Friend
Confidant
Understands exactly how I feel
Saves me from hell
Saves me from death
By his grace he gives me strength
Has paid the price for my sins
Covers my weakness with power
Has given me all I have
Created beauty for me to see
Brings to pass the bodily resurrection whereby every think will become whole, fresh, clean and perfect
See loved ones again

He will come again in power, not as a child in humble surroundings but with might and majesty. I hope I am here to see it.

I went to Jamaica in April 2006...here's what I wrote.

April 26-30 Sam Newey and I ventured back to Jamaica. What a trip it was. Being there was both good and bad – good because I was able to renew acquatinces and see the island that I came to love so much as a missionary, but bad because of news of received.

Once CFNA was complete, Sam and I headed off from Miami to Jamaica. We arrived there on Wednesday, April 26, 2006 and arrived at 8:00. Like so many things in JA, getting the car and on our way took longer and was more of a hassle than what you would come to expect in the U.S. However, they have very little of the technology and infrastructure that we so readily take for granted, although the emergence of cellular technology has seemingly improved communications there.

We headed the first day to Ocho Rios to stay at a little hotel on the beach called Rooms on the Beach. Of course, we had to stop and get some Jerk Chicken at a little highway stop, and it was so very good. What a great dish that is. Right off the fire, coupled with a Ting soda, and complimented with a couple slices of Hard-do bread – it is hard to beat.

The next day we headed out to go to Port Antonio – right along the North Coast. Making the way is so time consuming – I totally forgot how hard it can be to drive there. In fact, the whole time we drove I was probably more uptight than I should’ve been. But seeing the country brought back some wonderful memories.

We picked up a couple of guests along the way. A little school girl on her way to school in Highgate and a lady who was doing flag man duty at one of the construction sites. The little girl was so cute – it made me think of how much I loved the children there. IN fact, Sam and I both got a kick every time we drove by a school and saw all of the school pickney outside playing. I asked the girl to teach me some Patios, to which she said she didn’t know any. Know it or not, she was definitely speaking Patios. The woman – Angela was her name – spoke with us about how difficult life is there for Jamaicans. It’s hard for me, or anyone really, to understand the plight of the Jamaican people. It’s a hard life that has very little in terms of consistency. It seems that a large percentage of the population scraps by mostly by the grace of God. How people make ends meet when they don’t have an education or steady employment is very hard to understand. I need to be more grateful than I’ve been because we have it so nice. I never wonder where my next meal will come from, and yet I still complain about my life.

The road to Port Antonio ended in a place called Annotto Bay. After 3 hours of driving, we simply couldn’t see ourselves making it there and back. On one little stretch alone, we got into a jam – I think it was construction related, and just sat there and waited. This happened on our way from Ocho Rios to Linstead as well. There is certainly a “no worries” attitude in the island which is refreshing if not alien to my current life. Everything for me is now, now, now. There, people move at a slower, more relaxed rate that means that we shouldn’t come with preconceived notions of how long something should take, cause it will always take more time than you think.

Sam and I journeyed out into town when we arrived back in Ocho Rios the first day. This time of year seemed very quiet – not many tourists. I was surprised how vulnerable I felt there – so conspicuous. I think that’s how I must’ve felt early in my mission, but soon afterwards really felt like I was Jamaican. Not this time. I think that impacted how I felt about interacting with the people. If I think back, I guess there was always a small sense of distrust in my mind when I was out in the open in Jamaica on my mission. But I had forgotten this, and was just a little surprised that both Sam and I weren’t more brave – or stupid – to wander out into the cities more. Evn places like Linstead, Bog Walk, and Kingston seemed so foreign to me.

The next day we checked out of our hotel and hit the road – this time to Kingston. We went through Bog Walk and Linstead, but they looked so different. I knew I had lived there, but couldn’t remember details. Things came so quickly too – I would recognize bits and pieces, but only on a small scale. I was surprised by this. And disappointed too. When I lived in Jamaica, I tried to take mental snap shots so I would never forget. But forget I have. Still, it was nice to see the Linstead chapel where I was impacted so much. The town seemed so very busy, though it was Friday. The chapel looked thrashed – the one in Kingston did as well. When we lived there they were very well kept – but now seem a shadow of what they were. People occupying their halls makes a difference, but time had aged them, no question.

From Linstead we headed through Spanish Town to Kingston. We were fortunate enough to arrive during a zone conference. It was funny to meet missionies and see them, They looked so young – and I’m sure I looked so old. We spoke to the Mission President, older couples, and many of the missonaries about our friends – the people we taught. WE were even able to locate President Brown, the distraict president. He gave me news that broke me.
I asked him about Deolores and her family. He didn’t really even know who I was talking about until I mentioned Delores hand. Then the bad new. He told me that sweet little Kerry Ann who I loved so much had been murdered 1 ½ years ago by some evil people. I didn’t really even hear any more. My Kerry Ann. Memories flooded my mind of us, as a family, gathered around their small little home in Grants Pen, with nothing more than candles, scriptures, and each other.

I loved Kerry Ann – she really took to the Gospel, and was only matched by Delores in faith. Erica and Marshare were along, but Kerry Ann was young enough, uncorrupted enough, to really believe and follow. The only news that bore me up in the moment was knowing that she died true to the faith. That she had been going to seminary, had graduated, and was beginning institute. That she had stayed true to the faith was the only news of that day that meant anything. I was so proud of her, yet so broken to learn what had happened. Plus, the details of how it had occurred…that kind of heartless, evil should not happen to such a sweet person. Kerry Ann must’ve been 19-20 when she was murdered. I prayed for her that day, and will continue to do so. I will also do her temple word soon, so she can enjoy the blessings that she has earned.

Though she is gone, I still remember her. I see in my mind flouring her on her birthday, and hearing her say “Hi Elder Kennedy”. I hope to never, ever lose those memories.

While in Kingston I had the privledge to see Kava Grant. He’s turned out so well – he’s in the district presidency, and is married. His wife has a baby from a previous engagement. He is a courier in Kingston and rents in Portmore. He looked so good – much like he did when he was younger. I cannt tell you how wonderful it was to see him. It made me feel that maybe, just maybe, my being there helped someone. He seemed to be on the right path. I hope to continue correspondence with him. I will also do his mother’s temple work, somoething I have neglected to do. I’m ashamed by that. He lost half of his foot in an accident, but fortunately he looked like he was managing thorugh.

Jamaicans are interesting. The live with such suffering and hardships. Because they live so close to these, they are not nearly impacted as I might be. It’s almost expected, and as a result, not surprising when it happens. I think this is one of the reasons they stay so close to God, in nothing else, in their hearts. Because they need that hope – cuase it comes from no where else. No one is there for them, no one is there ready to help them if they fall. It’s sad, but maybe that kind of humilty is what I and so many others need. The fall though, is great there. So much hardship and pain. I sort of understand it, but have only ever seen it. I’ve seen how hard some have to work, how difficult lives can be. But I’ve never felt it, and I hope never to.


Kingston is being overrun with gangs. Ruthless gangs who are organized and who fight in ways that exceed the violence I heard about.

We left Kingston and headed to Old Harbour. I only saw the town, and couldn’t find where Valcian, Angela, and Keisha lived. It just didn’t seem familiar to me. But there is a branch in Old Harbour, and I beilieve they told me that Valcian is the relief society president. I’m thrilled by that too, because she has stayed true to the faith in spite of difficulties and problems. I’m happy for her, and wish she would write me.

Sam had a good time in May Pen – I never lived there, but I remember it well. It hadn’t changed much. We stopped and had some Juici Beef patties and coco bread – what is that meat in there? I was a little intimidated running into Juici Beef on my own, but no harm came to me.

We traveled all that day, arriving in Negril at 7:00 PM, just in time to see the sunset. It was beautiful, no question. Our hotel was small, quaint, and it felt very much like a missionary apartment. No TV, hotter, etc. But it was nice in it’s own way because there weren’t all of the distractions.

I loved the beach there…I could just sit, and sit, and sit. The water was the most beautiful color, and the whole environment combined equaled paradise. I did one little excursion – went snorkeling by myself with Captain Mike. The water was so comfortable, and I was able to see many fish, spiky sea creatures, and some jelly fish. I was, of course, a little nervous, but I was so bouytany in the sea that I didn’t even need a jacket to float – one of the nice advanteges of being Mumpy.


Negril was nice – I felt relaxed at the end, and was happy to have seen it finally.

Jamaica is different than I remember it. Like most things, it has changed with time. Some of the changes are probably good – many are not. I was a lot more critical of the people – sad at the choices that they make. I didn’t like having that reaction but I did. I couldn’t help it.

And I’ve changed too. I have a family, a comfortable life, responsibilities. The people I love there are somewhere – I’m not sure exactly what they’re doing now. In some cases they’re gone – Kerry Ann, Cutie, Miss Mary, others?


I’m happy to have gone. I knew that going back would open the door to my mind, make me question the glamorization of the mission. It was hard, things weren’t easy, people were mean, there was hate. But I do know, and still feel, that though the island is hard, the lives difficult, the decisions bad, that Jamaicans are some of the most loving, compassionate, giving, and friendly people there. The one thing I couldn’t do this trip – that I will likely never be able to do again – is build those loving relationships. That ship has sailed. So I must be content with the memories of what was, and the feelings that someday I might be worthy to see those people, enjoy their company again, and renew the relationships. I guess I went back to relive the mission, and ended up seeing an island.

Note about my girls

A single idea has troubled me for a long time, and that is this: how do I raise my children to be strong in the Gospel? How do I ensure that a new generation of Kennedys is faithful to their covenants and are doing the right things?

My brothers and sisters have been blessed and consecrated in many ways. We've been through a purification of sorts through the humble

The Knight and Dragon

Across the sea was a kingdom. A kind King ruled it in peace, and kept 12 knights as part of his elite defenders of truth and goodness. The smallest of these knights was Archibald. He was not the strongest or the biggest or the flashiest, but he had a heart of gold.

One day the King came to his Knights and told them a dragon was attacking a village. Who would rush to the aid of these people?

Sir Bruno, the largest knight said, “I’m far too busy today working out, sorry,” as he lifted weights over his head.

"Today is not a good day to slay a dragon,” said Sir Ferdinand the Beautiful. “And anyway, I am receiving a special award from the Women’s Relief Assembly.” He flashed his winning smile threw his head backwards, swooshing his golden locks behind his head.

One by one each of the Knights had a different excuse for why they could not help, except for Archibald who simply said, “I will do it.”

From the armory he grabbed his sword (which was as short and light, and more of a knife than a sword) and jumped on his faithful steed Bill (who was no more than a pony) and was off to the village.

When he arrived, he saw the burning huts and screaming villagers. “Help us, help us” they all said. “I will,” he replied.

He followed the burned out homes and singed trees until he arrived at a dark cave with billowing smoke pouring from inside. “Come closer so I can burn you, little knight” called the dragon, her red eyes glowing from within the blackness of the cave.

“I’d prefer not, if you please. My name is Archibald, and I’m here to ask you why you are attacking the village.” He continued, “I assure you, I do not want to fight you; I’d much rather help you so we can both live peacefully together.”

The dragon whispered sadly, “No peace between you and me...not until IT is returned.”

"Until what is returned?” Archibald asked.

“My egg...my precious little child. It was stolen in the night by one of those villagers. If it is not returned to my nest by tomorrow morning, it will be too late and my baby will be lost to me. And if that happens, I will destroy their village and anyone who tries to stop me.”

Archibald understood what she meant. Dragon eggs were very valuable to collectors, and though dragons themselves were powerful, the eggs were delicate. If an egg went more than a day without the warmth of its mother, it would grow hard as a rock and the dragon baby would enter a deep sleep for a hundred years.

Where other knights would draw their swords and charge the dragon given what she said, Archibald used his brain and his heart. “I will not let that happen. I will work tirelessly until I find your egg and return it to you. There is no way I will let you lose your baby. But when I find it and return it to you, do you promise to not attack the village?”

“Yes”, and hope filled her heart for a moment.

Without delay he charged down the hill. He looked in every home, under every bed, and around every corner. He asked, begged, and pleaded with the villagers for help. Each of them looked and looked and looked, knowing their village was at stake. All day and throughout the night they turned over every stone, and still no egg. No one knew where the egg had disappeared to. Fear and dread approached as the sun began to rise over the mountains in the East. It was too late.

Archibald was exhausted. He hung his head and marched up the mountain towards the cave, wondering what he would say to the Mother, and what would happen next.

As he stood there, facing the cave he could hear the breathing from within. He walked closer, standing right at the edge between the light and the dark. She was there too, the heat and smell right in front of him. “I failed...and I’m so sorry”.

She breathed, and he closed his eyes.

But instead of fire, he heard a muffled cry and then a voice, “Thank you for trying, dear little knight.” She stepped out of the cave, but instead of a fierce creature he saw a sad, lowly mother. He hugged her scaly body as she cried over her loss.

As the dragon turned and headed for the cliff, preparing to fly to the Red Mountains, she said, “While I will never see my unborn baby or be his mother, there is still hope. Legend says that if a mother with a pure heart finds and nurtures my egg in love, he may yet be born.”

“I hope that happens,” said Archibald hopefully.

With a great beating of her wings, she was off. But that was not the last time he would see her. They would remain friends for years. The dragon (who he named Ruby, for her beautiful eyes) would help him deal with Ooze the Wizard and many other adventures. She would see the rise of King Archibald and his beautiful Queen Mary, and he would wave good bye as she flew to Dragon Island (where dragons go to live forever).

As for the egg. The thief had become so scared of getting caught that he ran and hid it miles away in the crook of an old tree. He went back later but could never find it again. There it lay for hundreds of years, only to be found by two little mothers who too had hearts of gold. Her baby would hatch and create new adventures for two sisters in a far off time. But we’ll save those adventures for another day.

A letter to my dad, written October 2000

Dear Dad,

I have always considered myself blessed to have such an incredible dad. You have always been such a great support to me, always encouraging me to succeed and try new things. I know that I am who I am, in large part, because of you.

You introduced me to the world. During my formative years you took us on vacations that helped us expand our knowledge and experiences. Even though we only were able to see you a couple times a week, you were always taking us to the library, the botanical gardens, or museums. I think these times helped me to become more literate, informed and well rounded. It was critical to my development to have so many positive interactions with the outside world and I know that it was you who made this possible.

You helped me learn confidence. I can remember a dozen or so one-on-one conversations with you that really helped me learn to appreciate who I am and where I came from. Let’s face it, when you’re a Kennedy, privacy and individual time is hard to find and is thus treasured when available. However, these individual times were totally important to me and I was always grateful for those times when we could talk together. It helped me get through tough times, like leaving for college and my mission. I hope we can still have many more of these talks in the years to come.

You helped me see the importance of working hard but also the necessity of having fun. I vividly remember watching you learn new sports and activities that reinforced the importance of doing things that you like to do. It helped me forge my own interests and abilities watching my dad do so many cool things. That was very important to me and I think has helped me find happiness.

You helped me see the importance of family. Your attention and dedication to us was always evident and generous. I know there were times that the job market was tight and you were offered positions out of the area that you promptly turned down because it would take you away from us. That means a lot to me and helps me to see how important we are to you.

I guess it’s impossible to truly understand the effect you’ve had on my life. There’s no gauge or tool to measure love, but I know that you love me and I hope you know I love you. I get sad when I think that we’ll probably never live together or spend time together like we once did. However, the memories that I have remind me of a sweet childhood and youth. I am grateful for that. Thank you for being a great dad. You are a stellar person and father and I hope that makes you as happy as it makes me.

I wrote this on July 4, 2002

A letter I wrote to my sister Beth on July 4, 2002

Things here are good. Our life continues to be crazy and hectic. As you may or may not know I started a summer internship at a company called Nutraceutical in May after coming home from Ireland. Well, while I was in Ireland I met the VP of a Sales and Marketing company that is Ogden and we connected after coming home and, well she offered me a full-time job. So, I accepted it, quit my internship and have been working there for a week now. It’s called MarketStar and it is a really nice company. They are growing, doing some good things, and I have a huge office. The downside is the commute—it’s 75 miles one way and takes me about 1 ½ hours to get there. That part is not the best, but we are probably moving in August so it won’t be so bad then.

Melanie and Abby have been in Boston for about a week now and are coming home Saturday. It has been so lonely here and I have missed them a ton. Melanie says Abby is getting huge—that makes me so sad. Honestly, you will find her so cute. She is an absolute dolly. Oh, and Melanie says she is teething. I can’t believe it—it seems like she was just born. It makes me sad to think of her growing up—I just want her to stay small forever. And teeth? Gosh, next thing I know I’ll be sending her off to college. Anyway, she is so excited to meet you when you get home.

HAPPY 4th of JULY!! Today has been quiet for me—with Mel and Abby not around it has been kind of sleepy for me. I slept in which was nice (it was the first time in 5 months I think) and went to see a movie called Minority Report with Tom Cruise. It was OK, not the best. The story was kind of confusing but was definitely cool looking. I’m skipping the fireworks tonight (they are about to start) for a quiet night at home.

Hey, if you see a cute baby dress that is TOTALLY Thai, can you pick it up for the cutey? Silk would be great if possible, but more than anything we would love anything that is pure THAI. If such a thing does not exist, don’t fret, but if it does that would be sweet.

Let’s see—what else is going on? Nate is excited about his wedding and so are we. I wish I could’ve met Lindsey before but Mom and Mary seem to really like her. It’ll be fun having someone new in the family and August will prove to be an important time foe this family.

Speaking of August, we sure wish you could be here for Abby’s sealing and blessing. We are so excited to be able to bless and seal Abby to us in August. Honestly, it is a dream come true to be able to have her in our family. She has brought such joy into our home and we love her so much. Honestly, I sometimes just stare at her picture and feel so blessed to have her as my daughter. She is just so perfect. I’m sure you will love her.

Anyway, that’s about it from our side. We hope you have a good last month or so and that you feel good about what you have done. I know the Thai people have loved having you there and will miss you so much.

I wrote this on Sunday, May 2, 2002

Abstract from a letter to Beth on her mission in Thailand

First, I am out of school now and working at a company in Park City. They produce Nutritional Supplements and I am responsible this summer for preparing two product lines for market launch. Really, all that means is that I need to get things together in a way so these products can go to the retail channels for customers. It is pretty interesting—one is nutritional supplements for pregnant women called “Baby-Me-Now” and the other is a line of Herbal Teas called Miztique. The company itself is ok—I have yet to be bummed or dazzled by them but it is nice to at least have a job. The only bad thing is the commute, namely because it is an hour one way. Still, it is through the canyon so it is at least beautiful.

I got back 2 weeks ago from Dublin, Ireland. It was a breathtaking adventure. It was sponsored and paid for by the school which made it all the better. Our main purpose was to meet with international businesses and discuss what they do, but really the students were there for one reason—to party. And party we did. The non-LDS kids got drunk a lot, but I toured the city and the country with my friends and had a really cool experience. It was interesting to see the land that at least part of our family came from—it was absolutely stunning and green as can be.

We are having a good summer so far and have enjoyed the changing of the seasons. It’ll be an exciting time, no doubt, because we are getting sealed on the 11th, you are getting back the following Friday and Nate is getting married the next day. Can you imagine that? It will be utterly crazy and fun. We are trying to get the whole family to go which would be a blast.

I am glad to be out of school—it is such a drag. There is just so much to do when you’re in school which really wears me down. My grades were OK this last semester, but at least I passed everything and did OK.

Abby continues to brighten our days and throw us for loops. She is so unpredictable and is really developing a sweet personality. Don’t get me wrong, she has always had a sweet spirit, but she is becoming so aware and responsive each and every day and is able to respond with her little voice when we chat. Even tonight, we took a walk and were pushing her little stroller around and she is just talking and making the cutest noises, totally content and happy with the world. Her favorite song so far is “Zippity-Do-Dah” which we sing to her with gusto all the time. If she’s crying when we’re changing her diaper, for instance, one of us will do the dirty work while the other tries to distract Abby with literally a song and dance. It is so fun, and she laughs her little head off.

On Friday, Abby went to the doctor and got her 2nd round of shots. She is doing well even though she SCREAMED so loud when they gave her the shots. It is so hard to watch because there is no way to explain to her that it is for her own good. Anyway, we think she maybe felt a little drained over the weekend, but is doing just fine now. Oh, and she weighed 10 lbs, 13 ozs and was 24 inches long. She is actually under weight (in the bottom 5 % range) but is really healthy and strong otherwise. She does like to spit up after eating (the Dr. gave her a little Zantac to help keep it down) which maybe would explain why she is under weight a little, but really I think it is more a function of her being petite more than anything.

I wrote this on Sunday, May 11, 1997

Sunday May 11, 1997

Today I begin anew my goal of writing a journal for me and my posterity. I will not attempt to go back in time to relive past events, though this may occur as I freely write this journal. Instead I will dwell on the present. Of particular importance to me is to produce a journal that will give additional insight to myself, and also to provide information to others about who I am. This is not because I am particularly important. Instead, it is because I feel there is a definite benefit in having this information when determining what someone is like. I want you to know me, and I want to better understand myself.

I hope this is a successful endeavor.

Today is Mothers day 1997. Maija has been visiting us this week and today we celebrated her birthday and Mothers day with her. We had an interesting adventure that is worth noting. We went up into the mountains, through Provo canyon to a spot called Squaw point. Just as we arrived at the top there was this man para-gliding. He through his chute out to catch the wind and took off right in front of our eyes. Unfortunately, the wind pushed him back and slammed him into this solid rock wall. I swear I thought he was dead, or at least seriously paralyzed. It was such a tragedy. Luckily he was fine, and was talking and doing well. It was exciting and scary, and was a definite adventure.

In conclusion, as it is Mothers day I want to say something about my mother. Never in the history of the world has there been a better mother. Mom has always been so sweet and caring and has always sacrificed herself for the good and benefit of us children. I think what touches me most is that through all of the sacrifices, trials, and weaknesses she has had to face she has always kept us close. She has never pushed us away but has gathered us in under her wing to teach and uplift. Any weakness that she has had, any failure she may feel is hers, any opportunity she has given up, she has done so for her children. Gracious, kind, sacrificing, humble, faithful, honest, trustworthy—these are virtues that honestly and accurately describe my angel mother.

A Hoader's Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house.
Lay a hot dirty mess,
Full of droppings of mouse.


The children were nestled,
In their beds oh-so-bare.
As they dreamt of the hoard,
And its mount of despair.


In the dark he appeared,
That big saint, Santa Claus.
He looked at the home,
Held his nose with a pause.


He peered down the chimney,
Down its sooty, black hole.
And knew in his heart,
This way he shant go.


The back door was jammed,
It simply was stuck.
Stacked with litter and trash,
Like an old garbage truck.


The windows were frosty,
Piles of junk strewn around.
Cobwebs in corners,
Food scraps on ground.


All around him was trash,
Up to his head, then some more.
He stepped on the rubbish,
That doubled as floor.


Something moved under foot,
Mice running fast on the go.
He sprinted outside,
And yacked in the snow.


He wiped the mess off,
And composed him anew.
But heaved one more time,
This time it was stew.


Back in the house,
He went to the tree.
To leave lots of presents,
For this hoarding family.


He cleared off a space,
Under that scant little tree.
And laid the gifts down,
For all them to see.


The deed was now done
The toys delivered with care.
He picked up the cookie,
And milk they left there.


The cookie he lifted,
To his mouth he did press.
Not realizing that he,
Was standing in dog mess.


“That’s the last straw”
Said the humble, old man.
And he wiped off his boots,
With some rusty old can.


With a twinkle in eye,
He said with a nod:
“I can do nothing for them,
Have mercy, dear God.”


He jumped in his sleigh,
He shot off to the border.
And yelled as he left,
“Merry Christmas dear hoarders”

Words of Life

I heard this poem first in 9th grade. My teacher read it and I was touched deeply by the words.

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree 


I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.


William Butler Yeats

I wrote this on June 29, 1997

This is turning out to be a great summer. First of all I have two great jobs, one at Restaurant Roy, the other at Seven Peaks. Both jobs have been really good about paying well and that is a relief to me.


This week I received word that I was awarded a scholarship for $1200.00 this academic year. It makes me so glad namely because I struggled for so long as a poor student and am now am seeing the rewards of being a good student. I love school and miss it very much this summer. Actually I am enrolled in one class this semester so I’m not missing it too much. This summer really is nice.


This week we went to Disney World and had such a blast. I will not endeavor to discuss it here but instead will do so in a lengthier journal Melanie and I will write.


Well, this week I don’t feel particularly moved to write so I will stop now. Ciao!

Love Letters to My Girls

Dearest Melanie,

Being away from you is so hard on me. You are everything to me. My advocate. My cheerleader. My counselor. My lover. My friend. You fill me with such hope and happiness. As long as we are together, I believe we can do great things.

Holding you this weekend gave me renewed energy and vive to keep moving forward. It’s tremendously hard and depressing being away from you, so that time together is so essential to me. It fills me, satisfies me, and reminds me why I’m doing this in the first place.

You have blessed me in so many ways. I know that I’m a better man because of you, and I hope that I can make you as happy as you make me.

I worry that sometimes I’m slow to show you love. That I’m more doting on the girlies. That I neglect you for them. If so, I’m sorry. I try to be a good husband and father, but I think it’s sometimes hard to be both at once. Hopefully you know how I feel; that you believe that I love you. That you know that I would do anything for you. That you’re continually in my prayers, and that you have fulfilled me completely and utterly.

I can’t wait to hold you again, to feel your loving arms and the comfort they bring. Until then, know that I love you and continually pray for you my sweet wife.

Dearest Abby,

My little Abby, I miss you so much! You’re the apple of my eye. You are so special, so unique, and so lovely in every way. I loved dancing with you tonight, and can’t help but think that someday I will be dancing with you at your wedding. That will be a bittersweet moment for me.

I can only find comfort in the fact that today you are mine, and that we can dance together and share our happiness and love together.

Abby, when you were a baby I blessed you to always be kind and loving to others. You’ve lived up to that blessing in every way possible. I hope you continue to always follow God and Jesus, and do what’s right at all times. Doing what is right will make it possible for us to all be together forever. Nothing matters more to me than that.

As much as it makes me sad to see you cry when I leave, it makes me happy to know that you love me that much. I have to tell you, I cry when I leave you too. I try to be tough and not show it, but I know exactly how you feel and can’t wait to see you again.

Give Mom a huge hug for me. Give Maddie a big kiss. And squeeze yourself and pretend that’s me holding you tight.

Dearest Madeline,


I want you to know that I love you so much. You are such a little princess, and I’m so lucky to be your Dad (and I guess that makes me a King too).

Spending time with you this weekend made me feel so happy. You are a joy to be around, and have such a sparkly personality. Everything you say or do is funny, and your personality is so happy and sweet. We’re all lucky to spend time with you each day.

I’m so proud of you for being so strong about stopping to suck your thumb. I know you love it so much, and that it gives you great comfort. I know it’s hard, which is why I’m so proud of you. You’re doing it! When I see you do great things like that, it makes me feel like I can do great things too.
You need to know that you’re prettier than any princess I’ve ever seen, and that Heavenly Father loves you so much – more than Mom, Abby, and Me. It’s hard to believe that someone could love you that much, but it’s true. No one loves you more on Earth than your family, and we’re one lucky family.

I love you my little Budsie. I love you so much.






My Dad

It’s funny what stands out to me these days. I know that there are hundreds, thousands of memories that I could share about you Dad. But these days I’m more touched by the memories that defined what it means to be a great Dad.

Some of these are like a colorful, pleasant collage. Here’s what I see.

You’re there in the football stadium bleachers or at the band concert, cheering me on. Next, you’re behind me as we hike on some long scout hike, probably with biting flies, but you don’t seem to mind. I also see you camping at the father’s and son’s campout, sitting with me around the fire. In another one you’re next to me helping me build a diorama of Hailey’s comet for the science fair – the comet looks funny, but it doesn’t matter - we did it together. In another picture you’re picking us up, honking the horn in your usual way to announce your arrival, taking us to your house for visits or to Dairy Queen for ice cream. One of my favorites is going to pick apples, and of course driving us around the orchard and letting us take the wheel. What fun!

But there are other images too. Harder. Less pleasant. But still important.

You’re giving mom the child support checks, week after week, year after year - they represent a lot of sacrifice, and none of the kids really understand how much. Another moment in time...you’re trying to decide how to stay in Ypsilanti so you can be near us, but the jobs in that area stink. No matter, you’re going to make it work - you need to be near your kids. In another we’re at Meijers. It’s back to school time, and you’re trying to figure out how to buy shoes for a bunch of kids on a tight budget. It means saying “no” to the fancy new shoes, and yes to the generic ones. You have to make it work, and you do.

A lot of people think being a Dad is easy, but it is actually very complicated. Like you, I want to provide the best that I can for my family. So we do mundane jobs, we make sacrifices, we put away our dreams, and we do it with a smile.

The older I get, the more I realize that the role of a Dad is to teach, train, guide, and lead. You cannot force your kids to be something that isn’t them. You can only recognize their potential and help them be the best they can be. You did that for me. You encouraged me to take a different path, and you supported me along the way. And I think it’s worked out for me. I’m happy and doing well for myself, in my own way. Without a parent who is willing to say “it’s ok to take your own path”, I don’t know that I would have done it. But you said it was ok, and you held my hand along the way.
I love you Dad with all of my heart. Thank you for the good you gave me, and for sheltering me through the storms of life. Thank you for being such a wise, thoughtful, talented Dad.

The Kennedy Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas 
And one little mouse 
Was gathering his friends 
To run through our house. 

As they ate at our food and watched 
And ran at our feet 
I took in my hands 
An old baseball Cleat 

As I watched them move to 
I watched them move fro 
With swat on my hands 
I let that shoe go. 

Smack went the shoe 
Against the mouse head 
I laughed to myself 
And hoped it was dead. 

I looked at the corpse 
Dead on my floor 
And sat in my chair 
Waiting for more.

Twelve years ago Abby would...

Things I wrote down in March 2004 about my dear Abby!

Dear Sweetheart,

I thought I would take a minute to express how much I love you. I cannot believe you are a little over 2. If you could see yourslef, you would be amazed, as Mom and I are, at the level of intelligence and the depth of your spirit. You are doing things that I did not expect for a long time…it is a great blessing to be a witness to your life.

Each morning when Mom or I come into your room you say “good dreams.” I think that is because we always ask you if you had good dreams.

You say the funniest things:
  • Watch raccoons 
  • Mommy I love you… 
  • Come on Daddy… 
  • Sings “where oh where is shadow”, ring-around-the-rosie, wheels on the bus 
  • Prayers, “Heavenly Father, thank you for this day, love mommy, love daddy, thank you for Jesus, name of Jesus, Amen.” 
  • Maybe tomorrow 
  • Please (making the sign language) 
  • Elephant behind the TV 
  • Dolly wants Disney 
  • You are such a good talker. So smart. 
  • Dinosaur shakes 
  • Barney & ernie 
  • Dolly 
  • Haircuts 
  • Baths 
  • Play with play doh and draw 
  • Watching TV 
  • Somersaults 
  • Hide and seek 
  • “Do you have any crackers?” I don’t have any crackers! 
  • Dora the Explorer 
Bedtime routine: brush your teeth, prayer, music (muffin man music), white blankie, doggie blanky, elmo blanky, and yellow banky”

Breakfast of cereal; help mommy get your makeup on; alwasys wants to help with the chores (including the silverware)

Read books (parts, pirates, )

Abby pooped in the potty for the first time – twice in the same day – on Wednesday May 12.

Abbs told me a cute story the other day…Once upon a time there was a girl named abby. She played games. The end. We have a lot of fun telling stories together.

Yesterday, May 16, Abby seemed really quiet. I kept asking her what was wrong, but she wouldn’t say. Finally, she said really quietly to me, “I’m angry”. It was really cute.

Abby got her first water wings in Las Vegas on May 11, 2004. She loved to wear them and play, and is a real water lover.

Daisy

A yawn and a sleep
and a lay lay lay
That's how Daisy and I
Spend our day

A lick and a leap
And a run run run
That's how Daisy and I
Play in the sun

A yip and a bark
And a bite bite bite
That's how Daisy and I
Spend the night

Sunday, August 7, 2011

A letter to Maddie

Dearest Maddie,
Hi. At certain times it’s good just to drop you a little note. So much has happened lately for you, and it would be a shame to let it pass by without a note or two from your Dad.
You are quite a wonderful girl, Maddie. You are bright and cheery. I’m amazed at how quickly you’ve gone from toddler to girl. It seems like just yesterday you were learning to walk and talk. Now, at 5 you are just doing it all. I think Mom and I are most amazed at your drive and determination. It seems like overnight you’ve learned that you can do anything with enough time and practice.
Like riding your bike. One night we were outside and you saw Campbell riding her bike. A switch went off, and immediately you wanted to try it. So we pumped up Abby’s bike tires and got you practicing. You just wanted to keep on doing it. Literally in a matter of minutes you were zipping up and down the street. You couldn’t get enough of your little purple bike. It was so awesome to witness you take it on head first.
Same with reading. When I first started teaching you to read, probably a year ago, you were just a crazy little kid. It was so hard focusing you on the words. It must have been boring to you. But now, a year later you are a little reading wiz. Last night we sat up in the flower chair in our bedroom and you zipped through 15 lessons in less than an hour. You didn’t even need me there; you were just reading and practicing your sounds. But I was glad I was there - I loved holding you and watching you grow right before my eyes
The monkey bars were the same thing. You wanted to do monkey bars, but couldn’t for the longest time. Remember how frustrating it was for you? Then one day – breakthrough! You could do them, no problem. What changed? I don’t know. Everything and nothing. But you told yourself you could do it, and with enough work you were able to do it Maddie.
It was the same with learning to ride your scooter and learning to swim. Neither was easy, but once you figured it out you just loved it.
As your Dad, it’s not so much about the actual activity; it’s about the qualities that make it happen: hard work, confidence, persistence, and practice. Even last night as we were at a badminton tournament for my work, you wanted to learn to hit the birdie. It’s not easy. It requires timing and coordination – something kids don’t always have a lot of. But you stood there with your little racket and swung and swung and swung at that little birdie. Even one of the other Dads said “she is so determined”.
Maddie, I want you to know that I am so grateful you’re my daughter. When I think of the waiting for you to come, and the realization that you might not be here had a miracle not happened scares me. Our lives would have been so different. But you are here, and you are part of our family. And we’re all better because of it.
You are a special girl. You have so much to offer the world. You have talents and abilities that are unique and awesome. God saved his choicest daughters to come to the Earth in these last days, and you and Abby are perfect examples of that.
Please know that I love you with all of my heart. You are so beautiful, smart, talented, and thoughtful. I pray that God’s choicest blessings will be with you forever, my dear, sweet daughter.
Love,
Dad