History in the making.

the hopes of so many

President Obama's address drew from inspiring American patriots like George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and Thomas Paine. My favorite quote:
History in the making.


Above you can see one of the steeper climbs at the beginning of the hike. From what I hear, Jeffrey was a mountain goat-racing up and down. I think Elder Endemano took the rear position to make sure none of my kids toppled down the hill!
Jeffrey found a tailor made spot to rest up while everyone else decided which path to take next. Somewhere along the ling, Elder Gee taught the kids how to play Quaker meeting. It's kind of like the quiet game, except that you add not moving to silence. They had a lot of fun the elders. They were all so happy to be together. Later at dinner, the kids had fun telling us all of Elder Gee's jokes.
When we drove up to the office, there in their suits ready to head off on exchanges. Seeing them was a relief, it meant no little Bassetts (Jeffrey) went running off the side of the mountain. Jeffrey got offended earlier in the morning when I prayed for him by name that he wouldn't get hurt or wander off. I guess he's forgetting what happened last time!
Jess ran into her friend Walker from Mesa hiking with his family. It was just a coincidence that they were there, too.Even with all those packages, there are still some missionaries that don't receive anything for one reason or another-especially those from foreign countries. This year, we had several people bring gifts to pass out to missionaries 'just in case' and some other good people who donated some money to buy gifts so none of the missionaries would be left out. So...yesterday, Jess, Taylor & Jacob (a returned missionary back to visit) went tie shopping while Amanda and I spent a good chunk of the day shopping for other things. Which meant today we spent a lot of time wrapping and sorting and making them special. Tomorrow, the packages will get delivered. I love Christmas time. We are blessed to be surrounded by so many with the spirit of Christmas!
Christmas giving*
Way back when, I could only dream what life would be like. I certainly couldn't picture how life would be with 5 children, and now I can't seem to imagine it without them. We spent the morning with the whole family at the park feeding the ducks (and the pigeons, the kids invented a new game called 'bowling for pigeons') and eating bagels w/ cream cheese, mandarins and hot chocolate. (It works) Even Lucky tagged along-though it was hard to keep him from eating the bread we were feeding the birds. Next time, we'll remember to bring doggy treats.
When we got back, the assistants came over. They 'built us a cake'. A pineapple upside down cake, one of Elder Endemano's family traditions on anniversaries. (I couldn't figure out why Taylor was going in and out of the house at 6 in the morning-but apparently, it had something to do with the cake.) They also bought us some hunting ball caps with the scripture from Jeremiah 16:16 on them. Just after they left, Jacob Johnson (a returning missionary) surprised us with a visit (first Mark's birthday and now our anniversary. He's going to spoil us.) Jessica did a good job stalling us until all the visitor's arrived. I think she enjoys all the collaborating. It was fun to have some of our 'adopted' sons spend that time with us, too. (Wow, in a year and a half when we go home, we'll have 500 new 'sons & daughters')
Jessica had things well in hand, so we snuck off after that, and spent the bulk of the day together (no cell phones). It was great to hold hands and just meander around totally inconspicuous. We did a little shopping and went to dinner. So uneventful and so wonderful! It was fantastic to just be.
I love my life. When Elder Hafen spoke to the missionaries this last week, he said some things about the mentoring we were giving the missionaries; specifically about our marriage and our family. At the time, I thought he was being too generous, but yesterday I though again about what he said and about our 19 years together. We are so very blessed. Blessed to each come from strong homes; to have common desires and goals; to have opportunities that stretch us and help us grow closer together as a companionship; to both have strong & abiding testimonies of Jesus Christ; add the love and respect we have for each other and I cannot help but be grateful for the wonderful man with whom I'm lucky enough to share my life.
...and this is only the beginning.
We've always enjoyed looking at Christmas lights. This year we started on Thanksgiving with a bike ride through streets behind our house finding all those who were quick to get their lights up. It was wonderful. (And a little scary, Jeffrey still doesn't quite understand the important dynamics between cards and bikes.) But our (almost) nightly trips to the Mesa temple grounds to see the lights are fantastic. We usually arrive before dark, before it's crowded, to meet with some of the missionaries. (*Jeffrey has been so funny in those meetings) We stroll the grounds just as dusk turns to inky night and the lights brighten in contrast.
There's a beautiful full sized Nativity. Another replica of the Old Testament prophet Isaiah writing about Jesus Christ stands next to Joseph leading the donkey with Mary on its back. All surround by thousands and thousands of lights scattered across the grounds leading up to the Temple. I love being there before the crowds come, but I also love seeing the busy sidewalks of people crowding around the displays and listening to the narrations...and especially watching the missionaries talking to people-sharing their powerful testimonies of Jesus Christ as the Savior of the world.


Learning more about Jesus Christ and His gospel, understanding why we need a Savior, blesses every aspect of my life especially in regards to my family. Everyday, we are work on being a stronger family and helping each other. The Monday after Thanksgiving, we build gingerbread houses and turn them into a village.
Jeffrey wanted to make a treat for the firemen; he insisted on making congo bars.
Saturday morning, our kitchen smelled great-but this time instead of me telling the kids they couldn't have any because it was for someone else, it was Jeff telling me that I wasn't allowed-these were for his fireman.