WALKER TALK: July 2008

Thursday, July 31, 2008

OUR FIRST MISSIONARY

What an incredible experience it has been getting Daniel ready for his mission. One minute I am so proud and happy. I know that this is what he should be doing and I wouldn't want him to be anywhere else. The next minute I am bawling my eyes out!

I can't believe I won't see my son for two years! I feel like my heart has been ripped out and a piece of it is going to Hawaii!

It's been a week since we left him at the MTC and we have received the most beautiful heartfelt letters from him He loves it! He loves what he is doing and his health (meaning his diabetes) has been incredibly wonderful. He got an insulin pump just before he left and that has been a huge relief for him!

We miss him tons, but we are so PROUD!

ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.