Monday, August 25, 2008
Memories
Saturday, August 16, 2008
While Robb was still going to school in Portland a little over a year ago, he got promised a job in Astoria, OR. Now, I love Oregon. I love the climate, I love the green and I the people. I was very excited that we were going to able to live there for ever. Robb, however, just felt that this wasn't where we were supposed to go, so when a job opening came up in St George, he interviewed for it. His boss told him that right when he stepped off the plane they knew that he was the right person for the job. I was sad that we were coming to the desert and the "Utah Mormons" and didn't think a place that had 360 days of sunshine was the place for me but I love my husband and would go anywhere he wanted to go. After we got here, great things started happening to both of us. . . . spiritually. Now, I have always thought that the gospel was important but I did feel if I went forward in it, it would drive Robb and I apart, so I have been a "social Mormon" for many years. I attended church and lived somewhat worthily, but never really embraced the church and all it's teachings. Robb never stopped the kids and I from attending meetings and I was grateful for that but he didn't want to be apart of it.
Robb made a wonderful friend his last year of school. Him and his wife were so kind to Robb and they were also great examples. Since the kids and I were back in Wyoming, Robb felt very alone and they took him in. Fed him, let him sleep there, etc. This friend is the person who helped Robb get the job here. So, when we first moved here, Robb, I think out of respect, went to a few church meetings with this friend in their ward. After a bit, though, he stopped. One night as we were sitting and watching television, I heard the phone ring. I had been going to our home ward with the kids and loved it. The voice on the phone said he was one of the counselors from the ward and that the bishop wanted us to come in and visit him because he wanted to get to know the new families in the ward. I thought it was strange since the bishopric had already been to our home and visited us, but I agreed to meet with him. The night of our "meeting", Robb's softball game got cancelled, so he reluctantly went with me to see the bishop. When we got to the church and knocked on the door, the bishop poked his head out with a confused look on his face saying that he just ran over to the church to work on a few things and had no appointments set. He called his counselors and the ward secretary to see who set up the meeting but no one did. He met with us anyway and then asked Robb to stay and speak with him alone. This really worried me because pushy church people are one of Robb's pet peeves. When they emerged from the meeting an hour later, Robb had tears in his eyes. That night he stopped chewing tobacco and started reading the Book of Mormon. He is now on his second time reading it and he is a totally different person. We read the scriptures and have family prayer every night. We have family home evening and attend all our church meetings. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we were meant to come to St George.
There have been several other "inspirational" events that we have been apart of since we've moved here but I just thought I would share one of them. What a difference the gospel makes in our lives. Robb and my relationship hasn't always been the best, but deep down I knew that he was an amazing person with great potential. I am so glad that I have him in my life. Hopefully, next year some time, I will be able to be sealed to him and our kids for all time and eternity.
(And, for the record, I think "Utah Mormons" are fantastic people)
Friday, August 8, 2008
Summer Nights
Robb staring down a corndogBobby being timid and riding the little kids rides on his first few rides
Bobby not going on the kiddie rides
Jazz and her friend Jessica
Jess and Jazz. Bobby going on this ride for the sixth time
The whole group. The kids even met out neighbor, Jaden. You can see him in the background on Jazz's ride picture, too. It was a fun night. Hey, did I mention that school starts next week?!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Fatty, Fatty Two by Four....
Last picture of my s-e-x-y double chin.