dear randy,

I will always remember you
I will always remember when you taught me year after year in primary
I will always remember how you helped me learn the articles of faith
I will always remember the moments you made me laugh
I will always remember how you made me look forward to halloween even more
I will always remember how you didn't like my black car and how you liked my red car better
I will always remember how you pretended that you spied on me and my doorstep moments in high school (you were just making that up, right?)
I will always remember how when you play or sing, you bring tears to my eyes
I will always remember your caring smile
But most of all,
I will always remember how you made me feel.
Loved.

Thank you for loving me, Randy.

You are missed and loved.

We'll do our best to take care of your children and wife.

{looking forward to hearing you sing again}

i hate it when the weather teases me. . .

i like rain when it's anytime after seven pm.
(after school and after a nice outdoor adventure) 

but please, no more inside recess days(?)

on thursday, this will be mine.

yep, i'm thrilled.

moab,

here we come.

i'll run away with you

{i have the best husband in the world}

 

ready

\

for a vacation.  

summer, I am ready for you.

one million, fifty-one thousand, two-hundred minutes.

17,520 hours.  730 days.  24 months.
Yeah, two years is kind of a long time.

But when it's over, it feels like it was simply a blink of an eye.
Or that it never happened;  maybe it was simply a dream.

However, I have learned how important that two years was.
To grow, to learn, to love, to serve, and to miss.

And it was worth it.
It was hard.
But, worth it.

You'll be okay.

You're strong.

And things will work out. 

I love you.

ninja greg

soooo,

yesterday, during 'good news', one second grade friend shared that he had karate that day. 

"awesome," i said, "my husband knows karate."

another second grade friend:   "then why does he work HERE?"

it's true:  greg, with all of his karate experience,  is wasting his time as our school janitor.

p.s. this is not greg