What will this day be like, I wonder? What will my future be, I wonder? Sounds dramatic, eh? A common thought of mine, nonetheless. One, because I love the song and also because I really do wonder what each day will bring.
A Friday afternoon call from Heather brought an evening of fun with her and three of our darling grandchildren. After meeting for dinner in SLC, we went to the Church museum and enjoyed the displays and exhibits, especially the children's section on the second floor. Alona and Abbi loved the baby dolls and dress up clothes; Kacen had a great time playing on the little people furniture and with the sheep puppets. During dinner, I don't recall what we were talking about but during a conversation Alona said, "Wait, I want to tell you something." "Okay," we said, "What is it you want to say?" Alona replied, "I want to sleep over at your house." And so the adventure began...
Alona slept in the guest room; Abbi wanted to "sleep in Grandpa's bed!" I'm not sure ow much sleep everyone else received but I sure didn't get much. Anyone who's done it know, you don't get much sleep with wiggly toddlers! Grandpa, the scamp, scampered away to the sofa in the family room around 2am. In the dark cover of the morning, at 6:24 am, to be exact, I was brought to full attention with this sweet, crystal clear voice ask "Where's Grandpa?" And so our Saturday began!
Abbi and I ventured to the family room to get Grandpa and then we all went back upstairs to get Alona, then back to 'Grandpa's bed' to read some books (don't forget I'm a grandma, I'm not accustomed to hitting the ground chasing children each morning... so I had to do something to slow the momentum... story time was great!:))
Alona requested waffles for breakfast and so Grandpa complied. We enjoyed breakfast and then, honestly, it is a bit of a blur... I know they bathed and made Valentine cards; found every flashlight they could; played with Freckles and friends; built a train track and rolled the train; Hide and Seek (in the words of Abbi "You count, You hide")and the most rowdy activity of all, building houses, forts, mountains and castles with the sofa cushions and pillows. I have many cute expressions to add to my Grandma Journal...!
Sunday was P-Day for me... Prep-Day for my colonoscopy Monday morning. A fairly peaceful day was interrupted with the sad news of the passing of our sweet Prophet Gordon B. Hinckley. Pres. Hinckley... my Prophet... was a charming, inspiring, loving, wise man. Always encouraging us to 'Stand a Little Taller', be a little kinder, strive a little harder. How exciting to know he is reunited with his sweet wife Marjorie Pay Hinckley. As my sweet friend Christina said, "Can you imagine the stir there was this evening as his spirit returned to heaven?" I can't help but think how wonderful it must be for him to be reunited with his parents, wife and other loved ones but to also be reunited with those prophets of old, and the Prophet Joseph, each of whom he bore fervent testimony. (I can envision my sweet Mutti there with a radiant smile on her face, too) I'm so thankful for this sweet, gentle man.
Then came Monday! My mother-in-law, Caren, celebrated another birthday today! My colon screening went well and I won't need another one for 10 years! Yes!
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Hello! It's me
Yea! I finally took sometime to figure out how to reset my password. So now, instead of just being a casual observer, I can participate, again!
Today, I saw Heather's DH tag so I thought I'd go for it...;) However, I'll refer to my sweetheart as...
My HBL... Hunk of Burning Love (it's from a song)
What’s his name? Val Chadwick
How long have you been together? 15 years, WOW!
How long did you date? Five Months
How old is he? 50 and oh so handsome
Who eats more? Definitely My HBL
Who said I love you first? Val... and so my reply was "I loke you" More than like not quite love.
Who is taller? Val, by 6"
Who is smarter? It depends on the subject, I think we are equals.
Who does laundry? Me! Val is the transporter of soiled and clean laundry but I do everything else. It's my second full-time job!
Who does the dishes? We both do!
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? My HBL
Who pays the bills? That's me!
Who mows the lawn? Valiant
Who cooks dinner? We take turns. Val makes tomato sandwiches and scrambled eggs better than me. :)
Who drives when you are together? Usually Val, he doesn't like some of my driving habits.
Who is more stubborn? Definitely - ME! Val is much more forgiving and less judgemental
Who asked out who first? Val asked me out... It was a blind date set-up by my good friend, Julie, and his Mom, Caren.
Who kissed who first? Well, I kissed Val first, not because I'm forward... I lost a challenge! When single and dating, Val always felt like too much energy was wasted wondering about the fisrt kiss, when would it happen, how would it happen, where would it happen, what would be the reaction, etc... So, on our third date we went bowling and the challenge was whomever had the lowest score would kiss the winner goodnight. I thought I was a pretty good bowler but alas, my HBL beat me... and the rest is history!
Who proposed? Val, of course! It was Unforgettable!
Who has more siblings? I do - 4 Sisters and 1 Brother compared to Val's 1 Sister and 1 Brother
Who wears the pants in the family? We are equals!
Tag to anyone else who would like to participate!
Today, I saw Heather's DH tag so I thought I'd go for it...;) However, I'll refer to my sweetheart as...
My HBL... Hunk of Burning Love (it's from a song)
What’s his name? Val Chadwick
How long have you been together? 15 years, WOW!
How long did you date? Five Months
How old is he? 50 and oh so handsome
Who eats more? Definitely My HBL
Who said I love you first? Val... and so my reply was "I loke you" More than like not quite love.
Who is taller? Val, by 6"
Who is smarter? It depends on the subject, I think we are equals.
Who does laundry? Me! Val is the transporter of soiled and clean laundry but I do everything else. It's my second full-time job!
Who does the dishes? We both do!
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? My HBL
Who pays the bills? That's me!
Who mows the lawn? Valiant
Who cooks dinner? We take turns. Val makes tomato sandwiches and scrambled eggs better than me. :)
Who drives when you are together? Usually Val, he doesn't like some of my driving habits.
Who is more stubborn? Definitely - ME! Val is much more forgiving and less judgemental
Who asked out who first? Val asked me out... It was a blind date set-up by my good friend, Julie, and his Mom, Caren.
Who kissed who first? Well, I kissed Val first, not because I'm forward... I lost a challenge! When single and dating, Val always felt like too much energy was wasted wondering about the fisrt kiss, when would it happen, how would it happen, where would it happen, what would be the reaction, etc... So, on our third date we went bowling and the challenge was whomever had the lowest score would kiss the winner goodnight. I thought I was a pretty good bowler but alas, my HBL beat me... and the rest is history!
Who proposed? Val, of course! It was Unforgettable!
Who has more siblings? I do - 4 Sisters and 1 Brother compared to Val's 1 Sister and 1 Brother
Who wears the pants in the family? We are equals!
Tag to anyone else who would like to participate!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Spring, Glorious Spring!
I looked out the window and what did I see?
Yellow, white and purple crocus blooming just for me!
Spring always brings me such a nice surprise...
lovely flowers blooming right before my eyes.
I love all four of the seasons we enjoy in Utah, but I love spring and autumn - the most! This spring seems especially sweet because we had such a long cold winter. January was the coldest winter month in 34 years! In fact, my geraniums that I tried to winter over for the second year froze in the garage. So sad...
I love opening the windows to let the breezes freshen up the house.
I love to see the drapes rustle in the gentle breeze.
I love taking down the drapes for their annual cleaning, too.
I love walking around our yard to see the bulbs poking their heads up, growing and developing so they can put on their colorful splendor.. blooms!
I love seeing the popcorn popping on the apricot trees.
I love singing the song, too.
I just love Mother Nature and all She shares with us each season and everyday.
I have another post I began working on last September. Perhaps one of these days I'll finish it and post. But for now, I just wanted to share a few of my happy thoughts about this glorious time of year we call Spring...even if the calendar says she won't be here for a few more days;)
Happy Spring!
Oh, Happy St. Patrick's Day, too!
Yellow, white and purple crocus blooming just for me!
Spring always brings me such a nice surprise...
lovely flowers blooming right before my eyes.
I love all four of the seasons we enjoy in Utah, but I love spring and autumn - the most! This spring seems especially sweet because we had such a long cold winter. January was the coldest winter month in 34 years! In fact, my geraniums that I tried to winter over for the second year froze in the garage. So sad...
I love opening the windows to let the breezes freshen up the house.
I love to see the drapes rustle in the gentle breeze.
I love taking down the drapes for their annual cleaning, too.
I love walking around our yard to see the bulbs poking their heads up, growing and developing so they can put on their colorful splendor.. blooms!
I love seeing the popcorn popping on the apricot trees.
I love singing the song, too.
I just love Mother Nature and all She shares with us each season and everyday.
I have another post I began working on last September. Perhaps one of these days I'll finish it and post. But for now, I just wanted to share a few of my happy thoughts about this glorious time of year we call Spring...even if the calendar says she won't be here for a few more days;)
Happy Spring!
Oh, Happy St. Patrick's Day, too!
Sunday, July 2, 2006
Truth is Marching....
I love Independence Day!
I love being an American!
I love all those who have given their lives to defend our freedoms!
I love and appreciate all those who currently serve so diligently to defend the freedoms of those in other countries.
I appreciate the family members who are left behind to love, worry about and support thier loved ones who are serving in the Armed Forces.
I love that my husband shares these same feelings and is very patriotic.
I love patriotic music and the feelings of gratitude it stirs in my heart.
I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free.
Those are the lyrics to one of the many patriotic songs we often listen to when traveling in the car.
Truth is marching, truth is marching... is part of the chorus to another song in our collection.
Whenever I listen to this song I can't help but smile, remembering the time we were going somewhere in the car with our children, the music playing, all of us singing along as best we could to the music (I always wanted to have my own "von Trapp"family) when I noticed Laura, Andrew and Brandon had altered the words a bit and were singing...
Ruth is marching, Ruth is marching...
I was touched.
As a stepmom, sometimes it's difficult to find and know my place. Our children are very fortunate to have two loving parents who, despite their divorce, have always tried to keep their children's well being formemost in their minds. So, because of this wonderful attitude and efforts of their parents, my goal was to support my husband and create a safe, loving environment and opportunities for Val to continue to create memories with the children.
Although in the beginning I sometimes failed miserably, I would have moments like 'Ruth is marching...' where my heart would swell and I would think "maybe I'm not such a failure after all."
Now our youngest is preparing for college, we have two wonderful daughters-in-law, a great son-in-law, two beautiful grandaughters and two more grandchildren preparing to make thier debut - and further enrich our lives. With all of this growth, physically and numerically, I feel blessed to reap the rewards of trying to be a good stepmom.
I appreciate the kindness and generosity they each share with me.
I'm so grateful we feel comfortable expressing our love for each other.
I'm so grateful and proud to be a Bagley-American!
I love being an American!
I love all those who have given their lives to defend our freedoms!
I love and appreciate all those who currently serve so diligently to defend the freedoms of those in other countries.
I appreciate the family members who are left behind to love, worry about and support thier loved ones who are serving in the Armed Forces.
I love that my husband shares these same feelings and is very patriotic.
I love patriotic music and the feelings of gratitude it stirs in my heart.
I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free.
Those are the lyrics to one of the many patriotic songs we often listen to when traveling in the car.
Truth is marching, truth is marching... is part of the chorus to another song in our collection.
Whenever I listen to this song I can't help but smile, remembering the time we were going somewhere in the car with our children, the music playing, all of us singing along as best we could to the music (I always wanted to have my own "von Trapp"family) when I noticed Laura, Andrew and Brandon had altered the words a bit and were singing...
Ruth is marching, Ruth is marching...
I was touched.
As a stepmom, sometimes it's difficult to find and know my place. Our children are very fortunate to have two loving parents who, despite their divorce, have always tried to keep their children's well being formemost in their minds. So, because of this wonderful attitude and efforts of their parents, my goal was to support my husband and create a safe, loving environment and opportunities for Val to continue to create memories with the children.
Although in the beginning I sometimes failed miserably, I would have moments like 'Ruth is marching...' where my heart would swell and I would think "maybe I'm not such a failure after all."
Now our youngest is preparing for college, we have two wonderful daughters-in-law, a great son-in-law, two beautiful grandaughters and two more grandchildren preparing to make thier debut - and further enrich our lives. With all of this growth, physically and numerically, I feel blessed to reap the rewards of trying to be a good stepmom.
I appreciate the kindness and generosity they each share with me.
I'm so grateful we feel comfortable expressing our love for each other.
I'm so grateful and proud to be a Bagley-American!
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Suds! I Need Suds!
To me, suds are an indicator of how clean my laundry will be each time I do a batch of wash. The frustrating thing about my need for suds is I have to be patient - not one of my virtues.
According to the instructions printed on the inside lid of my washing machine... You can turn on the machine, toss in the batch of laundry and add the laundry detergent or soap (soap is better for fine washables and babies and children's clothing because it is less harsh and won't irritate delicate skin) while the tub is filling with water.
If I follow these instructions, which are certainly easy, No Suds!
However, if I follow the instructions on the container of laundry detergent/soap I should fill the tub with water, add the detergent and then after the tub is filled (and there are lots of suds) - add the batch of laundry.
When I follow these instructions, which take patience - Ladies and Gentlemen, We have Suds!
So, guess which method I choose to follow? The sudsy one!
Are my clothing and other washables any cleaner? It's hard to say, but I feel better about the results.
One thing I have learned about laundry detergent/soap is that the textile manufacturers say the worst thing we do for our clothing is use too much detergent/soap. That's right, we should follow the loading instructions listed on the detergent/soap containers but we should not follow the instructions for measurements.
I use half the amount of detergent listed in the instructions.
Hard water, too much detergent/soap, the wrong water temperature and inadequate rinsing all cause dingy results. Of course mixing lights and darks contribute to off-colored apparel, too.
So, my tips for better results in your laundry room...
1. Pre-treat stains
2. Don't go outside in your stocking feet (that's why we have shoes or slippers)
3. Use less detergent/soap - 1/4 cup max (it's the residual detergent that makes fabric dingy and stiff)
4. Separate Lights and Darks (don't put red socks in with white socks)
5. If you have hard water - use a water softening agent (20 Mule Team Borax)
6. Follow clothing label instructions - if it says No Bleach - don't use bleach, use non-chlorine bleach - like Biz or Clorox 2
7. If you can, do a second rinse (that's when I add fabric softener)
8. Wash towels twice - the second time without detergent/soap (basically that's 2 extra rinses and they'll be very soft)
9. Never use fabric softener on your towels (they'll be more absorbent)
10. When possible, hang your laundry outside to dry, Mother Nature is the perfect whitening agent for your whites
11. When using a dryer - fold or hang clothing while still warm - it will eliminate the "Yes, I slept in my clothes" look.
Well, that's it for Laundry 101 by rrrt!
If you have more Tips and Tricks for awesome laundry results - please share!
May all your batches of laundry be filled with suds!
Love you!
According to the instructions printed on the inside lid of my washing machine... You can turn on the machine, toss in the batch of laundry and add the laundry detergent or soap (soap is better for fine washables and babies and children's clothing because it is less harsh and won't irritate delicate skin) while the tub is filling with water.
If I follow these instructions, which are certainly easy, No Suds!
However, if I follow the instructions on the container of laundry detergent/soap I should fill the tub with water, add the detergent and then after the tub is filled (and there are lots of suds) - add the batch of laundry.
When I follow these instructions, which take patience - Ladies and Gentlemen, We have Suds!
So, guess which method I choose to follow? The sudsy one!
Are my clothing and other washables any cleaner? It's hard to say, but I feel better about the results.
One thing I have learned about laundry detergent/soap is that the textile manufacturers say the worst thing we do for our clothing is use too much detergent/soap. That's right, we should follow the loading instructions listed on the detergent/soap containers but we should not follow the instructions for measurements.
I use half the amount of detergent listed in the instructions.
Hard water, too much detergent/soap, the wrong water temperature and inadequate rinsing all cause dingy results. Of course mixing lights and darks contribute to off-colored apparel, too.
So, my tips for better results in your laundry room...
1. Pre-treat stains
2. Don't go outside in your stocking feet (that's why we have shoes or slippers)
3. Use less detergent/soap - 1/4 cup max (it's the residual detergent that makes fabric dingy and stiff)
4. Separate Lights and Darks (don't put red socks in with white socks)
5. If you have hard water - use a water softening agent (20 Mule Team Borax)
6. Follow clothing label instructions - if it says No Bleach - don't use bleach, use non-chlorine bleach - like Biz or Clorox 2
7. If you can, do a second rinse (that's when I add fabric softener)
8. Wash towels twice - the second time without detergent/soap (basically that's 2 extra rinses and they'll be very soft)
9. Never use fabric softener on your towels (they'll be more absorbent)
10. When possible, hang your laundry outside to dry, Mother Nature is the perfect whitening agent for your whites
11. When using a dryer - fold or hang clothing while still warm - it will eliminate the "Yes, I slept in my clothes" look.
Well, that's it for Laundry 101 by rrrt!
If you have more Tips and Tricks for awesome laundry results - please share!
May all your batches of laundry be filled with suds!
Love you!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
The Caboose has Entered the Station!
That's right! Our caboose has entered the station of life. Brandon Clark Bagley is graduating from high school today. It's hard to believe our cute little freckle faced, strawberry blonde, eyelashes to die for, quiet son has reached this milestone in his life.
And he's done it with dignity and success.
Congratualtions Brandon!
You did it!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Memorial to My Mutti
Perhaps it's because we are on the eve of Memorial Day, perhaps it's because Mother's Day recently passed or, perhaps it's because I've been experiencing such tender feelings for my children lately (thanks to them sharing their lives with us via their blogs), or, just perhaps, it's all of the aformentioned and more; I've been contemplating establishing my own blog.
So... ta da... here it is!
Because it is the eve of Memorial Day, 2006 and because I am thinking about and missing my Mutti so much, I decided now is the time to get started.
If you didn't know her, I'm sorry.
If you did... you know what I mean when I say she was awesome! My Mutti was funny, kind, talented, caring and smart. It never ceased to amaze me how smart she was, and non-chalant about it, too. She was unpretentious, some times even had a feeling that she was lacking but most of all it was her love of life and love of her family and friends that inclined people to gravitate to her. Of course her awesome cooking abilitlies were a yummy bonus!
It was often said that when my Mom and Dad got married (in February, 1954) my Mom couldn't boil water. When she passed away in February, 2002 she was a very accomplished chef (although she wouldn't refer to herself as a chef)! She grew to love cookbooks, was a test kitchen for Betty Crocker (she 'earned' coupons for food which is how she helped contribute to the family income). Many people helped her in her quest to improve her cooking skills. My Grandpa and Grandma Blakeley helped start her collection of cookbooks as a newlywed.
I don't even know if we counted how many cookbooks she had in her collection when she passed away.
I know there were two, floor to ceiling, bookcases filled with her cookbooks and food magazines.
Many of my fondest chilhood memeories are tied to my Mom in the kitchen baking up yummy stuff.
I know that's one reason why food is a comfort to me (and why I'm fluffy!).
Last week Heather and I got togehter and made stawberry jam - my first attempt without my Mom here to coach, guide and join in the fun. Of course I didn't read the directions right and although our strawberrry jam tasted good, it was more like strwaberry syrup because I didn't add enough pectin.
Heather was a trooper. I wish I would have taken a photo of her with her apron on, berry juice up to her elbows and her pregnant little tummy barely noticeable under all the jam making spots!
This experience in the kitchen with Heather led me to thoughts about my Mother.
How did she do it everyday with six children underfoot?
I told Heather if I were a better Mother and wife, we would have been enjoying the fruits of our labor by eating our homemade strawberry jam on fresh homemade bread, still warm from the oven.
That's what my Mom did.
She made bread the same day she bottled jams and jellies.
Then she'd share with us and it was heavenly!
I remember once my Mom saying "Whoever invented bread must surely be in Heaven."
I really could go on and on and on and on (just like the energizer bunny) about my Mutti.
I send hugs and kisses to her in heaven everyday.
When she isn't visiting with her family and loved ones, she is most surely seeking out the creator(s) of bread as she knew and loved it.
Since I don't have time to go on and on and on and on about her right now, let me share a list of things I love and admire about my Mutti...
I know I referred to my Mutti in present and past tense, which may seem wacky to you. However, I know her spirit lives on and she is with us and loves us, still.
Thanks for sharing this special time with me as I pay tribute to my Mutti.
Perhaps it's because we are on the eve of Memorial Day, perhaps it's because Mother's Day recently passed or, perhaps it's because I've been experiencing such tender feelings for my children lately (thanks to them sharing their lives with us via their blogs), or, just perhaps, it's all of the aformentioned and more; I've been contemplating establishing my own blog.
So... ta da... here it is!
Because it is the eve of Memorial Day, 2006 and because I am thinking about and missing my Mutti so much, I decided now is the time to get started.
If you didn't know her, I'm sorry.
If you did... you know what I mean when I say she was awesome! My Mutti was funny, kind, talented, caring and smart. It never ceased to amaze me how smart she was, and non-chalant about it, too. She was unpretentious, some times even had a feeling that she was lacking but most of all it was her love of life and love of her family and friends that inclined people to gravitate to her. Of course her awesome cooking abilitlies were a yummy bonus!
It was often said that when my Mom and Dad got married (in February, 1954) my Mom couldn't boil water. When she passed away in February, 2002 she was a very accomplished chef (although she wouldn't refer to herself as a chef)! She grew to love cookbooks, was a test kitchen for Betty Crocker (she 'earned' coupons for food which is how she helped contribute to the family income). Many people helped her in her quest to improve her cooking skills. My Grandpa and Grandma Blakeley helped start her collection of cookbooks as a newlywed.
I don't even know if we counted how many cookbooks she had in her collection when she passed away.
I know there were two, floor to ceiling, bookcases filled with her cookbooks and food magazines.
Many of my fondest chilhood memeories are tied to my Mom in the kitchen baking up yummy stuff.
I know that's one reason why food is a comfort to me (and why I'm fluffy!).
Last week Heather and I got togehter and made stawberry jam - my first attempt without my Mom here to coach, guide and join in the fun. Of course I didn't read the directions right and although our strawberrry jam tasted good, it was more like strwaberry syrup because I didn't add enough pectin.
Heather was a trooper. I wish I would have taken a photo of her with her apron on, berry juice up to her elbows and her pregnant little tummy barely noticeable under all the jam making spots!
This experience in the kitchen with Heather led me to thoughts about my Mother.
How did she do it everyday with six children underfoot?
I told Heather if I were a better Mother and wife, we would have been enjoying the fruits of our labor by eating our homemade strawberry jam on fresh homemade bread, still warm from the oven.
That's what my Mom did.
She made bread the same day she bottled jams and jellies.
Then she'd share with us and it was heavenly!
I remember once my Mom saying "Whoever invented bread must surely be in Heaven."
I really could go on and on and on and on (just like the energizer bunny) about my Mutti.
I send hugs and kisses to her in heaven everyday.
When she isn't visiting with her family and loved ones, she is most surely seeking out the creator(s) of bread as she knew and loved it.
Since I don't have time to go on and on and on and on about her right now, let me share a list of things I love and admire about my Mutti...
- She is my best friend
- She loves my Dad
- She loves each of her children (5 daughters and 1 son)
- She loves each of her grandchildren ( 8 granddaughters and 9 grandsons)
- She loves her great-grandson and 5 great grand-daughters
- She loves her two great grand children waiting for their turn to debut
- She taught me tolerance
- She taught me honesty
- She taught me integrity
- She taught me kindness
- She taught me how to give
- She tried to teach me to be brave (still working on that one)
- She told my husband he was brave to marry me!
- She listens to my joys
- She listens to my woes
- She wiped away many of my tears
- She shared many laughs with me
- She taught me how to cook
- She encouraged me to develop my talents
- She let my Dad teach me how to sew
- She taught me how to clean and keep house
- She taught me how to do laundry (and I'm dang good at it)
- She explored the world with me
- She endured many embarassing moments brought on by me
- She endured many heart pricks and heartaches caused by me
- She and my Dad shared their love of gardening with me
- She learned with me
- She loves me (even though she knows so many of my 'warts')
- She is my Mutti
- I admire her ability to make friends
- I admire her abilities to encourage each of us
- I admire the strength, stamina and tolerance for pain she showed to each of us when she was sick and in the hospital
- I admire her zest for life
- I love how she incorporated life in with her butter!
- I admire the testimony of families she enjoys
- I admire her ability to seek out things we all like or enjoy and share with each of us (She knew my husband loves snickerdoodle cookies and so she would bake a double batch for him periodically)
- I admire her for all the people who love her in return
- I admire her for the legacy of family she helped create
Yes, I love my Mutti.
I miss her, too.
Since she chose to be creamated, I don't have a graveside to visit on special occasions that remind me of her, her birthday and Memorial Day.
My sweet Dad made vaults for each of us and shared her ashes with us, too.
Whenever I feel like giving her a hug, I hug her in her vault.
She goes with me when I go to places I love and I know she would love being there too (she'll be accompanying Val & I to Wyoming this weekend).
I love my Dad for using his woodworking talents to make each of his children a vault so we can each have her with us, always.
I know I referred to my Mutti in present and past tense, which may seem wacky to you. However, I know her spirit lives on and she is with us and loves us, still.
Thanks for sharing this special time with me as I pay tribute to my Mutti.
I love each of you!
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