Andrea

Momento’s – Organizing the kids school stuff

I’m not really a “stuff” person. I have one box of letters and postcards from my childhood . . . and that’s it. No trophies, no pictures (my parent’s weren’t picture people, maybe I’m overcompensating?), no toys, no remains of my life pre-marraige (oh, wait, I also have some of my books from growing up).…

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Summer by the Spirit

Summer is here. By all accounts, that means “I’m Busy.” I usually start calendaring the summer over Christmas break, and this year was no exception. Plans were presented and made, and over the past six months the calendar has been filling up. But about a month ago I had this really neat experience. We had…

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Hawaii 2016

*MORE PICTURES COMING SOON* I’m working on getting pics from all sources (my camera, my phone, Wyatt’s phone, Kellie’s phone, etc. etc.) READ PART 1 HERE Here is the report of the second half of our trip: On Saturday: We went to the swap meet/market at Aloha Stadium. We got souvenirs for the kids (Olivia…

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Sunday – The Book of Mormon

Last winter I was awake in the early hours with a little one. As I rocked the baby┬áin the pink-grey light, I really tried to meditate on the things that challenge me. One thing I worried about was how to guide my children in the gospel. How would I protect and fortify their growing testimonies…

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Sunday: I Was A Stranger

March was a hard month. An incredibly hard month. Wyatt was way too busy, and I was stretched way too thin. Between work and his new calling (which during March did not relieve his time commitment), he was gone four or five nights a week. Add in a neighbor who needed help with a major…

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Happy March 28th!

Monday, March 28th, 2016 was the fifteen year anniversary of the day Wyatt and I met. Fifteen years. Fifteen years before we met I was 6. And it looks like I’ve rubbed off on him too. The other night we were driving home, listening to “The Rainbow Connection,” on a CD in my van, and…

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One of the times I completely and utterly failed at life

We went to the Provo temple open house and there were beautiful murals on the walls in the rooms. And it reminded me of this story. When I was at BYU I worked at the Mechanical shop. Lest you’re like me and think the mechanical shop means I worked on cars, let me correct you.…

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