Finding Things…and Taking Pictures!

We recently moved.

We lived in our old home for 18 years. That means we collected a lot of stuff.

Most of it…we do not need! They are things. However, I am one of those sentimental people who collects things with memories and have a hard time letting them go.

“I can’t get rid of that_____(fill in blank), it was my_____(fill in blank, again).

I love them!”

or

“This _____(fill in blank) belonged to my great_____(fill in blank). It has got to be worth something.” So back in the box, closet, bag, or something else it goes, until next time you decide to clean out the box, closet, bag, or whatever.

Well, not this time. I mean it! We don’t have room to keep everything we had in our old house.

One of the ways I have found to ease the pain of parting with things is…pictures.

If I take a picture, it means the memory doesn’t have to fade, because I can still see it.

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This darling little puppet was made in elementary school by Alex my “Most Quoted” son.

He was such a cute little boy!

In class he created his puppet using garbage type items. The stick poking out the bottom moves up and down making the monster “Mo” go in and out of the box, which is an old bandage box.

Can you stand it? How creative is he!

Well, I now have a picture, and a blog post, and I will never forget the creative, darling monster “Mo” that Flexy made in elementary school.

And I get to share all of that with you!

Memories.

photo (26)We had to leave our measuring wall in our old home, but I couldn’t help but share the picture we took before we left.

I’m sure every family has one of these.

Our family is quite short, so it has been fun to see others pass us by as opportunities to measure have come and gone. The kids have one cousin who is 6’6″…of course he’s at the top.

One of my favorite marks on the wall is a mark that says “Taz”. He is our sweet, beloved family pet who passed away about 5 years ago. One of our kids must have put Taz up next to the wall and made the mark. How sweet.

We took several pictures of the marks before we left for the last time.

Home, and memories of home are the best!

We will make new memories at our new home, in fact we already have.

We Did It-The Big Move

It all started with a lunch date with my little brother the week of Christmas.

We talked about goals and retirement. We talked about life and money. After we left that lunch date, my darlin and I talked and thought, and prayed and went to the Temple. After all of that, we decided to put our home up for sale, and down size to a smaller home.

After 4 weeks, we had an offer on our home and within a month of that, we moved to our new home!

It was amazing!

I have felt like it was the right thing to do, because things just fell into place. The home we sold is twice as big as the one we just moved in to, and the payment is less. We are in a much better position to retire (hopefully) someday, and do good things with our time then.

If you wonder about the kids. Our First born, and his wife Janet are new home owners! And our second son is a homeowner, too!

Life has a way of surprising you! I feel so grateful to Father in Heaven for His guidance in our lives, and or all blessings!

Here is a picture of our home as we drove away for the last time!

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Family History Friday: Suicide

I have heard a few stories lately about teenagers who have committed suicide after being bullied by other teenagers.

This breaks my heart.

I don’t know the details of these young people’s lives. Did they have loving families, who tell each other all the time how important and loved they are?

Do they have a grandma’s or grandpa’s who they visit often who support and love them?

Do they know the history of their family?

Do they know of the many family members who came before them who struggled with life, and were challenged by all kinds of difficult experiences and made it through.

Do they come from a family who believes that we are all here for a reason?

Do these young people tell their family that they are being bullied?

I feel so sad for the families left behind after they are gone. I’m sure they wonder, “What could we have done to prevent this from happening?”

The reason why I wonder about all of these things is because I had a very difficult time as a teenager. I would say that I was bullied, although they didn’t call it that back then. Thankfully we didn’t have the internet back then and thankfully I couldn’t receive text messages from someone who wanted to hurt me, or try to tell me hateful things.

I will say that that time in my life was probably the most difficult because I wasn’t just dealing with the bullying. This difficult time lasted for years. I can honestly say that I’m am grateful for the things I learned during that time, but I can see how someone could feel hopeless and alone, and that no one will care if I’m not here anymore.

As I think about these teenagers who ended their lives, I think to myself, “How did I make it through? And how could they make it through this time and come out emotionally healthy and happy?”

The first thought that crossed my mind was “Family History”. I know that some people would say that is completely silly, but there is good reason for me thinking that. If these kids don’t have good family relationships right now, with their parents, siblings, or grandparents, but they knew something about those who are part of their family that have past on. That they had a really hard life, and things got better. Wouldn’t that help?

Of course as I write this, and then proof read it I know it’s not that simple. I do know that knowing about them helps us to feel that we belong to something bigger. I believe they are aware of us and hoping for our success in this life experience.

-The wife of Dr Marshall Duke of Emory University, told him of an experience she had while working with children with learning disabilities. “The ones who knew a lot about their families tended to do better when they faced challenges.” Dr. Duke developed, “Do you know?” 20 questions such as: Do you know where your parents were born? Do you know how they met? Do you know where your grandparents were married? Do you know the story of your birth? Do you know of a sad thing happening in your family? Do you know what made your mom happy?

The more the children knew, the stronger their sense of self-control, the higher their self esteem and success. Did you learn it from your family? The results turned out to be the single best predictor of health and happiness. –

I found a great quote about this:

“The single most important thing you can do for your family may be the simplest of all: develop a strong family narrative. Children who know a lot about their families tend to do better when they face challenges as they have a sense of being part of a larger family.”-Bruce Feiler, Family History Researcher.

Knowing we belong to something bigger than ourselves makes a difference and family stories do just that. –Source

I wish I could tell these teenagers how much I love them. I wish they knew how many loved ones they have pulling for them, from the other side. I believe this with all my heart.

Teach your children how much they are loved, and that they can go through hard things because the people who love them have been through hard things and made it through!

Happy Family History Friday! Love, Joy

Grandparents/Parents Day!

I had a wonderful time at Grandparents/Parents Day at Natasha’s school this morning! 

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She was so excited, and so was I, to spend time together. I got to see where she goes to school, where her play ground is, and visit her classroom.

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We did a word search together. It was fun to hear Natasha and her class sing a cute little song about wrapping themselves up and being delivered to my mailbox! So cute!

Being a Grandma is the best! No kidding!

 

One Year Ago…Today-Thoughts of Pearce

DSC03792One year ago today the world lost an amazing man.

This man, was my father-in-law. He led a wonderful life. He and my mother-in-law worked hard to provide for their family with wonderful things and great experiences, an example of faithful service to others. They served others as missionaries for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, serving several missions: Boston, Massachusetts, Cove Fort, Utah, Girls Summer Camp Hosts, and Temple Workers.

They shared their love for life in different ways. He was an athlete and very skilled at most sports. Skiing might have been a favorite. He loved it so much he spent the weekends teaching others to ski. He taught me how to ski. I think he skied till he was 75 years old or so. He had a special bicycle that made riding long distances more comfortable. He rode around Bear Lake with my hubby and some of our kids. He loved golf, tennis, and racketball. We both shared a love for maps and finding places using maps. He blessed many while on this planet. He helped me and my sweetie buy our first home. He always encouraged our family to do good and bless others.

The person he was as he lived here on earth is the same person he is in the Spirit World.

He has a testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I’m sure he is serving and loving others.

We miss him.

We know that we will see him and be with him again though, and that knowledge is so important to us.

Families are Forever!

Friends: Sydney

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         Sydney & her daughter Rachael!!

I have a friend. She is amazing.

She is one of the people that I know I can call at a moments notice and she will be at my side helping me with…whatever. Her opinion is valued. Her taste is impeccable. Her friendship is the best!

About a year ago, when me and the girls were doing a baby shower for Janet, we invited a lot of people one of which was Sydney to come to the shower. She knew when the party was, and I knew she was coming to it. The morning of the party I realized I was not going to get all the things done that I needed to in time. Knowing that my friend Sydney is someone you can count on I texted her one word: “HELP!”

Within 5 minutes she was calling, “What can I do?” Within 10 minutes she was at my house helping me finish up the last few things.

She’s almost like a super hero!!!

Since we decided to sell our home, she has been over multiple times to help and see how things are going. I love her!

Thanks Sydney for being my super hero friend!!!

“Hamilton” The Velveteen Bear!

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit. ‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’ ‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’ ‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” 
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
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Meet my velveteen friend, Hamilton!
photo (15)When I was just 5 years old my maternal grandparents gave me Hamilton.
He didn’t have a name then.
He was very large and furry. He had two black eyes, and a realistic nose. His red tongue, made of felt, hung out of his mouth like he was ready to lick some honey.
I was in love!!!
We played for hours and hours.
He was my friend when I felt like no one else was. He loved me no matter what.
I’ve kept him all these years
-48 to be exact-
I didn’t know I was making him “Real” by loving him so much.
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Recently we have been cleaning out closets and rooms. Throwing things away and sending things to the thrift store. I came across Hamilton in the back of my closet. I thought maybe its time. I said to my darlin, should I get rid of him? He told me it was up to me and suggested that I take a picture of him. I took the picture above, and then
burst into tears. I cried so hard. I called my momma for advice. She told me, “You don’t have to get rid of him. Get rid of something that isn’t so sentimental.”
I agreed. I can’t do it, I’m not ready. I may never be ready.
And now I feel much better.
Maybe someday I can tell my grandkids about Hamilton and how “Real” he is to me.

30 Years Ago!

photo 1 (5)This is a picture of me and my mission president and his wonderful wife. It was taken the day I flew home. It was August 17th 1984, 30 years ago.

On Sunday the 17th of August 2014 I spoke in church. I was asked to speak about my beautiful and darling daughter Emily who is serving a mission in the West Indies. It was so fun talking about her and I kept thinking about how life goes in cycles.

I had no idea on the day I came home from my mission that 30 years later I would be happily married to my sweetheart, and have 4 wonderful children, and that the last of those 4 children would be getting ready to come home from her own mission.

Isn’t life wonderful? I believe it is, and I’m so grateful to be living it!

My Most Lovin!

Happy Anniversary!

We’ve spent 29 years together!

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Why has it worked? We aren’t a perfect couple, but we have learned some things.

First of all, we began our relationship as friends. We were friends for years before we went on a date. In fact, when he asked me out the first time, I wasn’t sure if it was a date or if we were going out as friends. I decided if he opened the door for me, it was a date. Guess what? He opened the door for me!

Second, we understand that neither one of us is perfect. We will bug each other from time to time. We do our best to treat each other with love, respect, and kindness. I feel so blessed to have this kind of marriage.

Third, we include God in our relationship. He is the most important. If we are both doing our best to live the kind of life we know that our Father in Heaven would be pleased with, we will be treating each other right, and we will have love in our marriage.

It is hard work, but very much worth it. I wouldn’t trade him for anything, and I am thankful everyday for my life with my darlin.