A Good Daddy

     We just got back from a two week trip to Colorado and I was catching up on listening to our phone messages.  We had one message that was already over a week old.  A sister in our ward was calling Daren to ask if he could assist her husband in giving her a blessing before she went in for surgery.  Daren is their home teacher.  I let him know about the message and he said he would be sure to call her sometime that day to see how everything went.
     Later that night after almost all the kids were in bed, we were talking in the living room.  Kelsey was laying on the couch.  She had taken a very late nap so we weren't forcing her into bed yet, not sure how tired she was.  We were just chatting with each other when I suddenly remembered the message.  "Did you call that sister and ask about her surgery?" I asked Daren.  He got a horrified look on his face and said, "I am such a bad home teacher."  Kelsey's little voice piped up from the couch and said, "But you're a good daddy."  It was said with such sweetness that Daren just melted and gave her a big hug and thanked her.  She is such a cutie pie!

Getting Behind...

     I couldn't let July slip by with just one blog post!  Maybe I'll sneak a few in tonight.  I am SO far behind!  I don't know what happened, but after going through a period of extreme blogging, I suddenly lost the desire.  I'm hoping to get back into it.  There is so much to blog about.  I still need to catch up on things from several months ago (i.e. Haylee's baptism!) and now I have so many new things.  We just got back from 2 very eventful weeks in Colorado.  A week after we got there, Daren's dad passed away.  He wasn't doing very well so it wasn't unexpected.  We are glad that he is no longer in any pain, but we miss him tremendously.  The kids even Kelsey, talk regularly about how much they miss him.  Yesterday, Kelsey said to me, "I miss Grandpa.  Grandpa died.  Now he is in the sky."
     I'm still so exhausted from the trip so I'm not convinced that I'm going to do all this catching up tonight.  Maybe if I get a second wind.

DHS

This post is for you,Cassie!

I have been feeling the need to declutter my life recently, but it's been hard to find the time and energy and free moments to get it done.  Finally, I decided to get started this week.  Unfortunately, my productivity was interrupted by the puke-fest.  But last night I got back down to business.  I turned my Netflix on and watched multiple episodes of 'Hoarders' while I sorted.  Anyway, on with the post.  I found a little gem that took me back to high school that I thought I would share.  I wrote this for a school publication and I found this rough draft.  So I don't believe it's complete but the part I have is still enjoyable.  So here it is!
The Don Hill Syndrome

     Has not every single girl that attends or has attended Burroughs High School at the same time as Don Hill had more than friendly feelings for him at some time in her life?  It think that we can answer that yes, with a few exceptions, we have all gone through the Don Hill Sydrome (hereafter referred to as DHS).
     There are many different tages of DHS.  Some of us had more severe cases than others.  Let's face it.  Some of us will never recover.  But as long as we remember that help and support is out there, we have hope.  Remember, none of us are alone.  We have all been through this.  And man of us have recovered with no permanent damage to our egos, feelings, or mental conditions.  Minor cases of DHS are perfectly normal and nothing to worry about.  No treatment is necessary and the syndrome will eventually go away on its own.  It just takes time.

     Well, that's all I have.  Just a little background, a bunch of us were riding the bus to an out-of-town football game my senior year and someone must have mentioned that they had a crush on Don.  Then someone else said, I used to like him too.  Or maybe it was, I have a crush on him too.  I don't remember exactly, but it came out that almost all of the girls on the bus currently had or used to have a crush on Don.  Yes, myself included, although at that time I was crushing on a different guy. Anyway, I would like to note that I do still suffer greatly from DHS and I plan to suffer from DHS for the rest of this life and into the next.  I hope to never recover from Daren Hardy Syndrome. ;)

P.S.  I'm still really good friends with Don Hill too as well as his adorable wife Kristy.  I just might have to share this with them!