Yesterday I had a date with my eighth grader. It was awesome. He is awesome. We went to lunch at Kneaders. Also awesome. This child has some great qualities, he is kind and compassionate, he is a leader, he's smart, handsome and has a fun sense of humor. He is close to the Spirit and regularly recieves inspiration. Sometimes he is wise beyond his years. He also has some personal challenges that make him a challenge to parent. He is anxious and often irritable. We have had many long days since March (since birth really, but this go around has been since March), but I feel like we/he have made an upward turn. It was refresing to visit with him about friends and dancing and growing up. He has always been a mama's boy, but he is developing a great relationship with his dad. They both need that. I need that. I get so sit back and watch them blossom rather than having to referee. I considered turning down this date, but I am glad I didn't; we had a lovely time.
Thirteen years ago today I was at an aquarium in the Gateway Shopping Center in Salt Lake City. I was with my sister-in-law, JuNette; her son Andrew and my three oldest children. Spencer had just turned five the day before, Taylor was three and a half, and Emma was 22 months. The aquarium was new and small, but we enjoyed our time there. After we had been there for some time JuNette handed me her phone and said that Destry had been trying to get a hold of me for quite some time. Destry told me not to worry, but that he and Christine were driving to my childhood home in Springville to check on my dad because no one had heard from him and he hadn't shown up to pick up my mom from the hospital. My siblings and I had been worried about my mom's welfare because she had had a gastric bypass surgery to help her to loose weight and to improve both her health and her quality of life. The surgery had gone well and she was ready to come home on this day 13 years ago. Oddly, my dad neve
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