Grandma Johnson

The heavens cheered this morning, as it welcomed back a very valiant and stall ward lady.

My grandma's frail body finally let go of her strong spirit this morning and although we are selfishly sad not to have her in our daily lives, we are so thankful that she is no longer feeling any pain and that she is celebrating being with her sweetheart and all of her family that has so patiently awaited her return.

Some of the things that I loved about my grandma was how dedicated she was to the church.  She was an excellent example to us. I believe she went on 3 different missions. 

Another thing that I admired about her was that she was very outspoken.  She always told it how it was, whether you wanted to hear it or not.  I love that in a person. You always knew where you stood with her.

I have fond memories of summers when her and Dola would have a HUGE garden and we would get together as a family and pick vegetables and then spend all weekend canning.  It was so hot and I complained, but looking back, I loved the time spent with those ladies.

She was strong.  Not only spiritually, but physically also.  She took great care of her body and it was strong up to the point of being a hindrance during those last looong excruciating weeks.

She was able to have 3 of the most wonderful, caring, selfless people taking care of her in the end.  My mom and dad and my uncle Dennis. Im glad that she was able to be in the comfort of a loving home instead of at the hospital during these last months. Im sure she is so thankful for them and the tender care that they have given her.

I have a testimony of the Plan of Salvation and I know without a shadow of a doubt that we will be able to see her again. I am so thankful for the opportunity to have had her in my life.  She will truly be missed.  I love you Grandma.

My Young Man

My baby turned 12 on Friday.  We had a fun party but that will be another post.
He was ordained Sunday, by his father, as a Deacon in the Aaronic Priesthood.
It was a bittersweet day.
I have the best calling in the ward.  That of primary pianist.  One of my favorite parts of the Sunday meetings is when I get to see my son walk into primary with his class. He always looks over at me with this twinkle in his eye. This week, though, I didn't get to see his smiling face. I was looking at the cute sunbeam boys sitting on their little chairs, thinking, where have the years gone?
 I love watching him play basketball and beam at the fact that he makes the A honor roll but nothing has made me more proud than knowing that my husband and son are worthy to hold this privilege given to them by God.  I am so thankful for Robb's perfect example. I think it is so wonderful that Heavenly Father trusts my two men with this extraordinary power. My son is now a young man and I couldn't be more proud to be his mother.

Weekend Fun

Aaahhh. Softball in January.  Gotta love Southern Nevada.  Robb is in absolute heaven.  Here are a couple pics from the weekend.

Seriously. . . have you ever seen cuter grandkids in your life?  I think not.

Oh ya.  He's still got it.  "It" may be a little slower and much sorer the next day, but my man does still have it.

His team is great.  They went 1 and 5 but had fun while doing it.

Jazz and her bff Josie were DJs at the Junior Prom.  What gorgeous girls!

And, last but not least. . . . drum roll please. . . . We FINALLY got our new house!

We are still living out of boxes but soon it will be our "home" and Ill post more pics then.