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Hello love,
I received your letter. I wish I had ample time to write all that has been happening since our last conversation. First, I’ll briefly address your concern over “drifting apart”.

I am sorry you feel this drifting. As befuddling as it may sound, I feel closer to you now than I ever have. So often I think of you and say to myself “Oh, Momz would love this” or “I wish Mom was here to see this!”. I envision our future together and how I will be able to help you in your sunset years. Perhaps not having a husband at this stage of your life amplifies the challenges such as living on separate coasts. Regardless of what you may be feeling just know that a coast or an ocean cannot divide my love and care for you.

Regarding my blog post. I just reread that post for the first time since I wrote it. I observed human weakness throughout each paragraph. I could have hurt many feelings by the things which I wrote. Keep in mind that I do not write to slander anyone’s character nor do I seek to puff them up. While my blog is “public” it is still a journal (as indicated by the header “my life ~ my thoughts ~ my faith ~ my art ~ my world”) …and therefore viewer discretion is advised. I don’t feel like I need to place a warning at the top of every blog post if I share my thoughts or negative experiences with any particular person…nor should one have to do that on a handwritten journal. Just because I have the capability to read your journal doesn’t mean I would without your express permission. I am not saying don’t read my blog…I am saying that it is a “matter of fact” journal and not everything is going to be pleasant.

Furthermore, if your posterity were to develop an accurate understanding of your character and life I’m sure you would expect them to read your entire journal not just one paragraph written in a moment of weakness. So it is with my love for you. You read one paragraph written at a difficult time of my life. However, if you were to read all of my journals and highlight everything I’ve ever written about you; you would CLEARLY see that the good FAR OUTWEIGHS the bad. You would CLEARLY see that all the good in my life can be traced back to you and your efforts to raise me properly. You would CLEARLY see that I have not drifted from you.

In 1 Nephi Ch5 the chapter heading reads, “SARIAH COMPLAINS AGAINST LEHI” Really? You mean that these Latter-Day Saints who preach so much about the family have this Book of Scripture where the Prophet’s wife complains against him? Was Sariah angry at Nephi for engraving this on gold plates which were to be left behind for the entire world to read!? If Nephi lived in the digital age would he have left this blog post on “private”? Of course not. Why? Because there is so much more to the story. Sure this is a great point for anti-Mormon writers to bash us with but the humble continue reading, learning, hungering, thirsting and mining for spiritual truths. They want the whole story and they want to use these “mortal” experiences of the past to place themselves properly in the present. So it is with us and my blog post. Perhaps you’ll have a great grandchild who gets caught up on this one “verse” and think that one of us was a piece of dirt. But I doubt that will be the case… I think they will marvel over our relationship especially as they read how the story continues to unfold.

Well, I am tired…I hope to write about my career choices in the near future. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go post this on my blog.

“What are you doing babe?” jifa
“Feeding the girls dinner.” Kim
“What are they having?” jifa
“Granola bars and cookie crisps” Kim

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” –G.K.Chesterton

much better…but not all of the way better. I ate two eggos this morning for breakfast but haven’t really eaten anything since because my stomach has been iffy. But, definitely, not as bad as yesterday. Last night was rough though, I kept having hot and cold episodes…I’d be soooo hot one minute and then FREEZING and shivering uncontrollably the next. Whenever I’d be freezing I’d snuggle up to your back as much as I could (because you’re always so naturally warm) but kept hoping I wouldn’t wake you up with my shivers. I was really weak and achy when Skyla woke up at 8 this morning (which is why I ate the eggos) but I’ve gotten progressively better throughout the day. I’ve just tried to take it easy…and up until a few minutes ago the girls have been angels. Azure’s having a melt down right now and is in time out in her room. How’s your day been?

“What’s the liquid load for today?” COMMANDER

LESSON: ability to inspect and disect instantly.

“Azure, I’m going to take a shower…you better have this room cleaned by the time I get out…do you understand?”  Kim

“Yes your majesty.”  Azure

The little boy was walking down a path and he came across a rattlesnake. The rattlesnake was getting old. He asked, “Please little boy, can you take me to the top of the mountain? I hope to see the sunset one last time before I die.” The little boy answered “No Mr. Rattlesnake. If I pick you up, you’ll bite me and I’ll die.” The rattlesnake said, “No, I promise. I won’t bite you. Just please take me up to the mountain.” The little boy thought about it and finally picked up that rattlesnake and took it close to his chest and carried it up to the top of the mountain. They sat there and watched the sunset together. It was so beautiful. Then after sunset the rattlesnake turned to the little boy and asked, “Can I go home now? I am tired, and I am old.” The little boy picked up the rattlesnake and again took it to his chest and held it tightly and safely. He came all the way down the mountain holding the snake carefully and took it to his home to give him some food and a place to sleep. The next day the rattlesnake turned to the boy and asked, “Please little boy, will you take me back to my home now? It is time for me to leave this world, and I would like to be at my home now.” The little boy felt he had been safe all this time and the snake had kept his word, so he would take it home as asked. He carefully picked up the snake, took it close to his chest, and carried him back to the woods, to his home to die. Just before he laid the rattlesnake down, the rattlesnake turned and bit him in the chest. The little boy cried out and threw the snake upon the ground. “Mr. Snake, why did you do that? Now I will surely die!” The rattlesnake looked up at him and grinned, “You knew what I was when you picked me up.”

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Miss your short hair!