WALKER TALK: June 2012

Monday, June 4, 2012

JASON IS HOME & More

In April we got Jason home and it was so nice to have us all together again for a few short days. It was a busy week with getting prepared for Jason's homecoming and Carter's baptism. I am so proud of my family and the choices they are making. I am going to stop and take it all in for I know that Satan is working hard and life is not without it's trials and so for this brief moment I am going to soak it all in and rejoice in the blessing from my Heavenly Father. I am so abundantly blessed, so much more than I deserve.

CHRISTINE'S BIRTHDAY GIFTS

For Christine's birthday I made her this quilt and than with the leftover fabric I made her some pillows for her couches to match. It all turned out so cute and she was thrilled.

PIRATE QUILTS

These are the quilts I made for Carter and Easton for Christmas and just got some photos of them the last time we were in Arizona. I am glad they love their pirate quilts!

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.