Me "Mor" ial Day Weekend

As many of you know I love going home to (Hurricane)...So this past weekend I decided that although I love going home because of family; I also love going home because of where it is!  I feel like Hurricane is a hidden treasure that hasn't yet been discovered or ruined with over population and commercialism.   There is so much to do within a 10-30 min drive from my humble abode.

Zion's National Park

Gotta Love I-phone Pictures

   My Sister Amber and her family were able to come with us.  We hiked to all 3 Emerald pools with them since they still have semi-small little ones:) They all did awesome!  We had some good moments on this little hike.

1) Bathroom Dance (Shaylee needed to go to the bathroom)...Sorry Amber!!

2) Addison was our Fearless leader...no but seriously she was a quick little hiker. But when she ran out of juice she really runs out of juice.

3) Shaylee was holding my hand down the hike and fell in some sand & I thought she had her feet under her and then I realized I was dragging her through the sand!

Shaylee, Addison, Myself and Rana excited for our hike:)

After we ate lunch Rana and I went back to do Angels Landing...It's been a few years for me! I absolutely love it.

It doesn't look like it, but I was at the highest point on top of Angels Landing!

Post Angel's Landing...Such a good DAY!

   So on Sunday we went to church the next morning & it was one of the most interesting sundays I have had in a while.  I just have to say that being in the Primary Presidency is probably one of the hardest jobs in the church.  I know, I know,  some of you are shaking your head thinking that there are so many other calling that are harder.  Let me spell it out for you.  Not only do they have to deal with kids, they have sharing time, birthdays, and bulletin boards to decorate, weekly talk schedules, planning a yearly program, scouts, achievement days, & last but not least you also have to deal with the teachers.  I couldn't believe how many teacher would just leave town without finding a substitute for their class...Anywho, because I was visiting and happen to know someone in the presidency I was asked to substitute last min.  As I was teaching the lesson to the 9-10 year old boys about the conversion story of Limhi's father, I realized how easily as adults we miss what a blessing it is to be among his children. 3rd Nephi 11: 37 we are to become like them.

My friend Rana did have an admirer :) He loved that she would listen to all the of interesting things he had to say which were many! Priceless face...Thanks Rana you were such a sport! 

GOLF

Sand Hallow is Beautiful

Finished off the trip with a little SnoKaps!!

hOw tO sEe & ReMeMbEr...

    I recently read Henry B. Eyrings talk "How to See and Remember God's Kindness"  I feel as though I have been asleep spiritually lately & needed to experience a personal awaking... I had this very visual image of sleeping soundly and having a pail of ice cold water thrown on me (It woke me quickly, but I wasn't happy) vs. the other visual of waking naturally after a good nights sleep to the sun peeking through my window(Much more peaceful and pleasant experience).   I feel like I sometimes expect my Heavenly Father to be holding that "Pail of Water." Even though that thought brings a smile to my face, I prefer the light that comes through my window to be coming from him waiting for me to finally wake up & to see that everything in life is good and he is waiting to teach me line upon line.

   Every once and a while I feel as though the "Pail" is needed in order for me to wake up.  I'm not sure if the Pail of water represents anything specific other then what's specific to every individual.  Maybe your pail is a huge trial that opens your eyes wide enough to draw closer to your Father in Heaven.  Maybe, your pail is a bad relationship, a health issue, losing a loved one, self-confidence issues.  Whatever our "Pail" remember it is there to help us See and Remember God's Kindness!

  This talk allowed me to recognize all of the good things that God does for me on a daily basis.  I'm not the best journal keeper...(Does this blog count?) but I have decided to make an effort in being more conscious to all the blessings he does bestow, which are many.  I believe it's easy to get mad or unhappy when we have a trial(or pail of ice cold water thrown in our face), but to keep the perspective that God wants us to be happy changes everything.  Take a moment and think of what your reaction would be to being waken up with a pail of water and the difference between if it was your Father in Heaven vs. someone else that was doing the waking up.  
   I feel like my thoughts don't flow as clearly when I have something that was extremely powerful for me, but here it is documented...Happy Day!

Face Paint of Life

The history of face painting includes painting faces for reasons of camouflage, religious purposes, entertainment, inclusion in sports and as a statement about society. This past trip home for Mother's Day the face painting was for pure entertainment...Thanks Shaylee & Addison:)

Yes, that is me concentrating for her:)

Both Shaylee and Addison took "Face" painting literal no matter how many times Amber & I said we just wanted a little close to our eyes...You can see that didn't happen!

When we went to get our treat for the night we couldn't figure out why everyone was staring at us & then we realized we had forgotten we had some serious face paint going on:)  I love me some SNOKAPS!!

So even though face painting was super fun & definitely a highlight of the trip, The real reason I drove down was to celebrated my Mother. I can't put into words how much this wonderful women means to 

me.  So Mom, I hope you know that I love you & I'm glad that I am able to call you my Best Friend.  I hope that I am able to be a small reflection of the Women you are!

We celebrated with some Pedi's and lunch at the Olive Garden

Can you guess who's toes are who's?  My sisters think it's weird that my second toe is longer then my big toe...Don't worry I get it from my mom:)

Oh yeah I had to say goodbye to my sister Lisa who is moving to Florida this week. I'm excited for her to start such a great adventure with her family, but I will miss her sorely!! 

P.S she's not taller then me she has on heel's & me flats:) 

This little one was asleep when I said goodbye...Love you Tyn!