Baadsgaard Bylines

An Interview with my daughter April about her son Caleb

2012-02-15T07:13:00.000-07:00

Referring to the hours and days right after his birth...

"It was in those moments when I was all by myself in the room not knowing if I was going to have a baby the next day or what the next days were going to bring. I was just so heavy inside. … I really am a light person inside [and] to feel that much anguish was really overwhelming to me because it was the first time in my whole life that I can say that I was honestly just anguishing in my heart, I was really really sad.

I remember telling my mom on the phone that night when she called to check on me that every single cell in my body was sad. It didn’t matter to me if he had a perfect body it didn’t matter if he was going to require a lot of care, I just wanted my son, I wanted him close to me.

After I hung up from my mom, who I’m closer to than almost anyone in the world, I remember thinking, "There’s nobody in the whole world who knows what I’m feeling right now, even the people that love me the very most don’t know how much I’m hurting inside; it’s too big."

An hour later a friend in the ward called me and said, "I thought you might want to know what was said in the prayer in sacrament meeting today..."

A gentleman in the ward had been praying over the pulpit and he asked Heavenly Father to comfort us because He knew what it was like to lose a son. Just hearing that touched my heart so deeply-to be flooded with that realization that He knew, He knew what I was going through because He had lost a son for all of our sake. I remember feeling like my burden could be shared with somebody because He knew. As I was thinking about that that night I was also overcome with the realization that it wasn’t just my Heavenly Father who knew but also my older brother, that son who knew. I have such a vivid picture in my mind of the Savior in the garden having a personal moment for me in Caleb’s story.

I realized the power of the atonement at that time wasn’t just for sin, not just for mistakes, not for our disappointments and our worries - all of those things, but also for our heartaches, the things that make us sad. That’s the first time that I really realized that the atonement isn’t just the sadness that we feel for our sins and our mistakes, but it is for our worries, and our heartaches, and our despairing and anguishing moments. That brought me comfort to know that I had my Older Brother on one side and my Father on the other side that knew exactly how I felt and that was enough. It was enough to know that somebody knew how I was feeling.

How does your sense of the eternities effect your understanding of what goes on beyond this life? How do your beliefs support you?

My testimony has deepened in the atonement and in the love of our Father in Heaven and in the Savior in knowing that with certainty that our Savior has overcome death. So on those days that I feel worried, 'what if Caleb dies, and how will I be if I can’t have him here with me on the earth because I love him so much,' I am so grateful for the knowledge that death is not the end and the Savior Jesus Christ has overcome death and that is joyful. I’m so grateful know that though Him my family can be together forever. And for me that’s not just a nice statement to put on my wall or embroider on a pillowcase, but it really is at the core of my testimony; through him our families can be together forever. That’s a big part of our life here on the earth.

[I'm] thankful to have the knowledge that Caleb is tied to us eternally. Through the Savior his physical challenges will be healed and he will have all of the wonderful opportunities that we all have to have a body that works the right way and to feel joy in that way.

I have never felt that in Caleb’s experience on the earth that he feels sad about his body. I know that he is joyful to have a body even though it has challenges and some things about his body don’t work quite the same way our bodies do. I’ve never felt that I should be sad about that. I love to take care of that sweet little body. I just think that he is so beautiful.

I have always felt really secure that this is a part of our family’s eternal story. That Caleb coming to our family with his sweet little body is a part of our eternal story as a family and that it is significant for our family. It is a blessing for our family and that the tender parts that come with it; contemplating if we’ll have to mourn Caleb at some time or if we’ll have to be missing him sooner than we would have hoped.

We really really felt joyful that Caleb coming the way he came is a part of our family story. Even though there are sad parts that come in mortality, ultimately the big picture for are family are joyful. The parts that are sad are just limited to mortality.

It’s easy to take life for granted until you’re really faced how fragile life can be.

Realizing how precious every minute is has made every minute count for me. Caleb has taught me to find joy in every day. Caleb radiates with love and light. Even though he can’t speak with words his little spirit just speaks volumes about what it means to love.

My favorite moments with Caleb are quiet moments in our rocking chair together. When I’m holding him on my lap I just feel like we have the best conversations, we don’t even ever use words. It makes me think that that’s how we must speak to each other in heaven because it’s just a pure communication that’s heart to heart. It doesn’t get confused, it doesn’t get limited in language, it’s just straight from the heart.

Something that really stands out in my mind is that in those first few weeks that we were at home with him we really tried to be positive and cheerful and hopeful. Even though doctors were telling us the worst we still never wanted to not be hopeful.

It’s never living in denial to live a hopeful life.

The medical world would look at me and think that I was a mother in denial but I was just a mother that was choosing hope.

What would you miss most about Caleb…

His presence. His presence and the essence of who he is; the spirit that he has with him. There are also little Mom things that I would miss; the power of his spirit, the essence of who he is, and the sweetness of heaven that comes with him. I have a reassurance in my heart that because Caleb is a part of our eternal family that if he weren’t with us Heavenly Father would still allow his essence to be with us and his spirit to shine for us.

When he gives you something extra tender he also blesses you with some really tender mercies.

He knew what He was asking, because He knows what it’s like to lose a son He doesn’t ask it lightly.

Heavenly Father understands that loss is one of the hardest things on the earth.

Even having an eternal perspective we still anguish over losing the people that we love.

We are all going to experience that at some point in our lives; whether it’s as a mother losing your children or losing your mother. I know that Heavenly Father knows that that’s one of the hardest things he asks of us during mortality. I have peace in my heart know that if He knows that that of course during that time He will be there.

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Happy Birthday Emma

2012-02-14T17:05:00.001-07:00

Happy Birthday Emma.

Your Grandma Baadsgaard loves you so much.

I can't believe you're four years old.

You have a special sparkle in your eyes that warms my heart.

Here is a poem I wrote just for you.

Emma’s Sparkle

Granny B

Emma Mcfiddle and Widdle-we-why

Went on a trip to the great big goodbye

In one sickle-dee second she plopped on the moon

Took out her backpack and a silvery spoon

Then took a big scoop and said, “Moon cheese!”

“How delicious, give me more if you please.”

Then Emma Mcfiddle and Widdle-we-why

Shook her head and breathed a big sigh

In two sickle-dee seconds she flew to a star

She made fairy dust to spread near and far

So everything sparkled, even the grass

Then Emma drank bubbles from a sea of glass

Emma Mcfiddle and Widdle-we-why

Floated back home as she waved bye-bye

In three sickle-dee seconds she found her soft bed

She was safe at home just as she said,

“Whenever I close my eyes, I can see

I’m a star just like those in the night sky’s sea.

And when I wake and look in the mirror

My eyes always sparkle for heaven is near.”

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Celebrating Caleb's Life

2012-02-11T23:54:00.006-07:00

Caleb Joseph Moody died on February 10th, 2012,

at Primary Children's Hospital due to complications from pneumonia.

Caleb was born January 6th 2005,

to Dallan Richard Moody

and

April Baadsgaard Moody.

He is dearly loved by his parents

and his brothers

Joshua Aaron, Matthew Dallan and Mitchell Ross,

his grandparents,

Ross and Janene Baadsgaard of Spanish Fork, Utah

and T. Dean and Patrice Moody of Kennewick, Washington,

as well as 30 uncles/aunts

and 38 cousins.

Caleb's spirit radiated pure love.

He brought the love of God

and Light of Christ

into the lives of all who knew him.

Caleb's life was a precious gift

and a tender miracle.

His winking eye

was a daily reminder

of Caleb's deep love for all of us.

Caleb could have quickly returned to heaven

but, instead,

he brought heaven to us for seven years.

Please join us in celebrating his life.

His funeral will be held

at the Spanish Fork Maple Mountain Stake Center

located at

2188 East 100 South,

on Friday, February 17th at 11:00 a.m.

A viewing will be held

from 9:30 to 10:30 a.m. prior to services.

Our Angel . . . Caleb Moody

Goodbye Caleb

2012-02-10T22:48:00.000-07:00

My precious grandson Caleb died tonight.

Caleb Needs Your Prayers

2012-02-10T09:09:00.000-07:00

My Grandson Caleb was life-flighted

to Primary Children's Hospital early this morning.

He is very sick and could use your prayers.

Creating Beauty From All The Varied Pieces of Our Lives

2012-02-07T10:50:00.008-07:00

DOWN HOME with Granny B

People often speak to me about past regrets

and constant feelings that they will never be good enough.

Because we all make mistakes

and desire to be a better person than we are,

we can take hope in knowing

that God can take all the bits and pieces of our life

and make us into something beautiful.

We don't have to be perfect to be perfectly loved by our creator.

Instead of constantly obsessing about our past mistakes

and present problems by thinking,

"I'll never be good enough."

"What was I thinking?"

"I can't do this."

we can choose to view our life experiences with gratitude

and ask ourselves,

"What am I learning?"

We can choose to see our life in a different way

and make something meaningful and beautiful

from each experience.

I've been thinking about all that while I've been busy creating

dolls,

wall hangings

and hair bows

from left-over or unusable scraps

that might have been thrown away

if not viewed through the eyes

of abundance and gratitude.

This quilt was made with left-over small pieces of cloth.

This doll was made from an old torn sheet used as a drop cloth for painting and an old window valance for the dress.

Small scraps of cloth were made into circles and sewn together to create a wall hanging.

These hair clips were made from left-over pieces of cloth and buttons

We are God's creations and he will use all the pieces of our lives to make us into something beautiful.

Joy comes when we learn to see ourselves through God's eyes and when we are grateful for the whole breathtaking ride.

Science Fair Projects

2012-02-03T11:34:00.000-07:00

My children have been doing science fair projects around this house for thirty years.
This is what I've learned:
Science fair projects are good for children because they are able to come up with an idea, test their theory, conduct an experiment, analyze the results and present those results to others. This takes lots of time, planning and following through.
When children actually do all the work, they learn a lot.
When parents do most of the work, the parents learn a lot.
It is better if children learn a lot.

Mother's Blessing

2012-01-29T21:54:00.004-07:00

My daughter Ashley will be giving birth any day now.

All the women who love her most gathered on Saturday to honor her. . .
to remind her of her beauty and her strength.

Each of us wrote our blessing for her and created art to symbolize our joining of hearts.

We pampered her, we spoke lovingly to her and joined our lives in love.

The following is my blessing to my precious daughter.

Mother’s Blessing

Dear Ashley,

You are about to embark on a journey that will take you to a place you have never been before. Any day now you will have your first child. On that soul-changing moment you will give birth to your new daughter . . . and you will also give birth to a new self.

You will be a mother.

Nothing will ever be the same.

Today all the women who love you gather to celebrate your choice - for you live in a time and place when women have a choice. I cannot promise you an easy road, for I have been down that road. Yet I can promise you an adventure as you learn what it means to love someone.

You might worry about how you will react to the pain of childbirth. I can promise you that anything worth having always follows great pain; for pain opens the door to our understanding. Pain is no less important than joy for you can’t have one without the other.

You might worry that your child will have challenges. She will – we all do. Every parent takes a life-altering chance each time they conceive a child, but the choice is whether you will accept the life-altering privilege to learn the true meaning of devotion in the midst of those challenges.

Don’t try to keep pace with the world around you. Slow down. Find your own pace. Do less. Listen. Savor the moments you have with your child. Create a sacred sanctuary for your family. Live in grace. The great gift you have to give your child is you . . . unhurried and refreshed.

Though it may seem insignificant, everything you do as a mother matters –so much more than you can now comprehend. Your journey will not be easy, but it will be worth it. I promise you that every sacrifice you make for your child will contain your life’s greatest meaning-every choice to love, your life’s greatest purpose.

Love is true power – the only power that lasts.

So join hands with all the mothers who came before and those who will follow you. Feel our blessing, our strength, our compassion and understanding for you - as you join with us to change the world - one child at a time.

Love,

MOM

Faces of Adoption

2012-01-27T09:19:00.001-07:00

A brand new brother and sister forever.

A brand new mother and daughter.

A brand new family.

A brand new father and daughter.

If you've ever wondered about adoption - think again.

Are there any guarantees the children you adopt will turn out just the way you'd like?

No . . . but no parent has that guarantee.

Loving a child unconditionally will change you forever.

For where there is great love, there are always miracles.

In the end, I guarantee that you will be happy with the way you turn out.

Jesus - Our Older Brother and Best Friend

2012-01-24T08:19:00.002-07:00

Happy Birthday Joshua.

You're twelve years old today.

I hope you know how much your Grandma Baadsgaard loves you.

You have an important place in your family as the older brother to your three younger brothers.

But sometimes even the oldest brother needs to know

that he also has an older brother that he can count on.

I love you Josh.

Joshua and His Older Brother

Granny B

When he should have been sleeping

Josh was thinking

And before he could blink his eyes

He got a bad case of the dreaded disease

Called, Oh dear, what if I . . .

Can’t remember the school song,

Or my science fair project turns out wrong?

What if a girl asks me to dance,

And all I can do is stand there and pant?

What if I turn in my homework late,

Or can’t keep all my math facts straight?

What if my orthodontist is going crazy

And my teeth end up looking like hazy mazy?

What if the school bully punches my head,

And nobody ever listens to what I said?

What if it hurts so bad I cry,

Or what if I have a heart-attack and die?

What if the neighbor’s dog takes a bite,

And leaves me a bloody chewed up sight?

Soon Josh was a wreck, all tied up in knots

He wanted to sleep but he could not.

Then Mitchell crawled in bed next to his older brother

And said, “Josh, I’m scared. I need my mother.”

Josh pulled his younger brother in close

So he would know he loved him the most.

“Just close your eyes and repeat after me,

I’m as brave as the wind and the waves of the sea.

I’m not scared because I have an older brother.

He comes in handy when there is no mother.”

Then Mitchell relaxed for he knew Josh was near

With his big brother close-by there was nothing to fear

So Mitch went to sleep and started to snore

Then Josh closed his eyes and sang this score. . .

“I’m as brave as the wind and the waves of the sea

In God’s loving arms, safe I’ll be.

And if I get scared and there is no other

I’ll remember that I too have an older brother.

Jesus is my longest and only best friend

Who will stick by my side to the bitter end.”

Dr. Aubrey Baadsgaard Releases New Publication

2012-01-18T20:22:00.003-07:00

My daughter, Dr. Aubrey Baadsgaard, recently released a new publication that she edited and contributed to called Breathing New Life into the Evidence of Death.

Breathing New Life into the Evidence of Death: Contemporary Approaches to Bioarchaeology

Taking cues from current theoretical perspectives and capitalizing on the strengths of new and sophisticated methods of analysis, Breathing New Life into the Evidence of Death showcases the vibrancy of bioarchaeological research and its potential for bringing “new life” to the field of mortuary archaeology and the study of human remains.
Congratulations Aubrey!
To learn more about Aubrey's work go to http://www.sas.upenn.edu/home/SASFrontiers/baadsgaard.html
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1818954/posts

Isabella is Sealed to our Family Today!

2012-01-14T15:49:00.001-07:00

A brand new eternal family.
Joseph and Martha Baadsgaard were sealed to their daughter Isabella today.
Bradley and Isabella came to Joseph and Martha's home through the foster program.
They are both adopted now and deeply loved members of this sweet family.

Joseph, Martha, Bradley and Isabella Baadsgaard
with Grandparents Ross & Janene Baadsgarrd and Elizabeth Cruz

Loving family and friends who attended the sealing at the Provo Temple.

Martha and Isabella

Isabella celebrates with her cousins at the temple.

In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints husbands, wives and children can be sealed together forever.

When we are sealed in the temple, even death cannot separate us from the ones we love.

Foster Parenting Awakens the Miracle of Love

2012-01-12T18:29:00.006-07:00

Not everyone becomes a parent the same way.

Those who invite foster children into their home and later adopt have simply found a new way.

Such is the case with my granddaughter Isabella.

Happy Birthday Isabella.

Welcome to our family . . . forever.

This is a story I wrote just for you.

Isabella Finds Her Home

Granny B

In a land far away land on the highest mountain lived a kind, gentle couple named Joseph and Martha. More than anything they wanted children of their own to love. But as the years went by, no children came.

“Our happiness would be complete if only we had a little girl to love,” Joseph said.

“I would name her Isabella,” Martha answered.

In their high mountain country the most prized possession a couple could own was a beautiful golden butterfly.

“Perhaps a golden butterfly will take our sadness away,” Martha said. “It has been almost seven years.”

After a man and woman were married for seven years in their high mountain home they were presented with a key to the national flower garden and given an hour to find a prized caterpillar to bring home.

Joseph and Martha looked forward to their garden day with great expectation. When the day arrived they dressed in their finest clothes and approached the gate to the garden. The man at the gate gave them the golden key and set the timer.

“You must be quick,” the gate keeper said. “In one hour the gate will close and you will not be able to return to your home. Return the key promptly in one hour.”

Martha and Joseph walked through the gate and began their search. They looked carefully in every place they thought caterpillars would hide - on flowers, under leaves and in all the low hanging trees, but they couldn’t find a single caterpillar. Tired and weary they returned to the man at the gate empty handed.

“Don’t look so sad,” the man at the gate said. “If you are unsuccessful here you can still go to Butterflies Incorporated.”

So Joseph and Martha found Butterflies Inc. in the richest part of town. It was a high rise building entirely made of glass. When they walked through the doors, a man dressed in a silk suit approached them.

“We have the finest caterpillars in the land here. Each one has papers that declare their parentage. All are guaranteed to become a beautiful creature just like their parents. If you will come with me I will show you where you can make your selection.”

But Joseph and Martha were not listening to the finely dressed man. Their attention was focused on a fuzzy black and white caterpillar crawling next to their feet. This caterpillar was inching back and forth across their shoes. Every once in a while the caterpillar stopped and looked up at them.

“We want this one,” Joseph said.

“You don’t want that one,” the man answered. “Why I don’t even know where that caterpillar came from. It has no papers. There is no guarantee that caterpillar will be beautiful when it has transformed. I don’t know how that creature got in here. It must have crawled in under the door. Come, follow me. You will be much safer with our papered caterpillars.”

“No,” Martha answered. “We want this one.”

Then she lovingly scooped the fuzzy caterpillar into her palm and placed her other hand over the top to protect the creature from falling.

“How much?” Joseph asked.

“There is no charge for that creature,” the man answered. You are foolish to take such a risk. You have no guarantees.”

Joseph and Martha smiled for they could see something the man could not see and feel something he could not feel.

“Our caterpillar is jumping up and down in my hand,” Martha said with a giggle. “I think it is doing a happy dance.”

After Martha and Joseph brought their new caterpillar home, they placed it in a box with lots of leaves to eat and a soft bed of cotton. Their fuzzy little caterpillar never stopped moving unless it was asleep. All day long the caterpillar chewed, crawled, did the happy dance and ate some more. Soon their caterpillar became motionless and Joseph and Martha knew the time had come. They watched as their caterpillar attached to the under-side of a strong leaf. Joseph and Martha kept watching until they both fell asleep. When they woke the next morning, their caterpillar had become a shining chrysalis.

“Now we wait,” Joseph said.

“I miss the happy dance,” Martha added.

Soon days turned into weeks and one morning when Joseph and Martha went to check on their little caterpillar they saw the most beautiful golden butterfly stretching long graceful wings in the morning sunlight.

Joseph placed the shimmering butterfly on his shoulder and took Martha by the hand. Together they hiked to the highest peak on their mountain topped with a gleaming cathedral.

After the long hike, Joseph and Martha entered the door of the cathedral and knelt at the alter to thank God for their good fortune. A man dressed in white approached them.

“Joseph and Martha, because you loved this creature with no guarantees,” the man said, “your wish is now granted.”

As he spoke those words, their butterfly’s wings circled around the delicate creature, spinning in a majestic spiral until the butterfly turned into a shining little girl with eyes that sparkled like diamonds. The little girl giggled as she slipped from her father’s shoulder and jumped down into his waiting arms.

“Isabella,” Martha and Joseph and said in unison. “We have been waiting so long for you.”

Isabella smiled, jumped from her new parent’s arms onto the floor and did a happy dance. Soon her new parents joined hands and before she knew it, legs were flying; all arms reached for the heavens and together the new family did the happiest dance in the land.

Happy Birthday Caleb

2012-01-05T20:28:00.003-07:00

Happy Birthday Caleb!

Instead of writing a story for your birthday this year I thought you might want me to help you write a few letters to your mother, father and brothers Joshua, Mathew and Mitchell.

I think if you were able to write a letter to these very special people who love you so much and take such good care of you they might read like this . . .

Dear Mother,

Many years ago you went in for an ultrasound very early in your pregnancy. You found out that I was a boy . . . and you also found out that I was missing my brain. When the medical professionals told you that I had no chance of survival and recommended an abortion - thank you for having the courage to listen to your heart and not your fears. When they told you I would have no quality of life and that I would ruin your family’s quality of life, thank you for choosing to discover what quality of life really means. When they told you I was missing an eye, thank you for choosing to see me as your precious son and not what the doctor called me (not viable - not conpatible with life). When further tests revealed that my entire head had not formed correctly and that my cleft-plate, partially formed nose and multiple missing cranial structures would make eating and breathing in a usual way impossible, thank you for choosing not to despair, but to devote yourself cheerfully and gratefully to my 24-hour care. When the doctors told you to take me home, buy a burial plot and let me die, thank you for choosing to fight for my life and celebrate each day I was in your home.

These past seven years have brought multiple hospitalizations and near death emergencies. We’ve spent a lot of time in hospital, you and me. Thank you for always being there right beside me when each individual breath was painful, labored and exhausting. I’ve heard your every prayer, every heart-felt longing and each exhausted plea to God. And though I’ve never been able to speak a word or raise my arms to embrace you, never doubt how much I love you my precious mother. There is a love deeper than life and broader than time between you and me, an eternal bond that time and circumstance will never break.

I am so grateful that you have chosen to live the past seven years with joy, not sorrow – that my presence was and is enough for you. The world defines us by what we can do. Thank you for choosing to define me by who I am. There will be a day, beyond this life, when I will be able to say all the things I never said, but I have a feeling you already know. When two hearts are knit together, there is often no need for words.

I was born in the winter, a time of waiting before the spring. Always remember that winter’s promise is the hope of spring. There will be a day when the time of waiting is over and all that was lost will be reborn.

I love you mom.

Caleb

Dear Father,

I know you and mom stay up late every night with me so my medication can take effect and also to have some special snuggle time with me. You and Mom usually tuck me into bed around midnight, but it usually isn't long until my alarms start beeping, I need suctioning, a diaper change or more medicine. A few nights a week I have a night nurse who sits with me from 12-6 so you and mom can get some sleep. But on the other nights, it is you and me Dad. You are always there with me when I need you in the night. Those late night hours when it is just you and me mean everything to me. In this life I will never be able play catch, or even speak or hug you. But I know that when fathers love their sons, they love them in the way they need to be loved. With us it is g-tubes, respirators and diapers.

You are always there with me when I need you in the day also. Dad, thank you for going to work every day at BYU so that all of us have everything we need.

Dad, I want you to know about something you may not see. When fathers love their sons like you love me, the powers of heaven open. There are angels around you every night, lifting your arms when you are too tired and keeping you awake when every cell in your body screams for sleep. I am aware of and grateful for every time you turn me, change my diaper, suction me then hug me and kiss me. You never complain, and though I can’t respond when you talk to me, I hear you Dad. I hear every word, spoken or unspoken, every desire, and every prayer to God in my behalf.

I also love the way you tease me like Dad’s do. Like the way you call me One-eye and let me dress up as the one-eyed pirate on Halloween.

I love the way take me everywhere and proudly tell people I am your son. When you come into my room at night I always proudly tell the angels that you are my father.

I love you Dad.

Caleb

Dear Brothers,

Josh, Matty and Mitch - I’m so happy that you are my brothers. You always take time every day to include me and make me an important part of the Moody boy’s story.

I remember when you used to crawl in in crib when I was a baby and sing “I am a child of God” when my heart rate was getting too slow. You always brought me toys and even though I couldn’t play with them the way you do, I imagined myself playing with them and it was still fun.

I love it when you hug and kiss me and tell me about your day. Even though I can’t raise my arms to hug you back, I love the way you lift my arms around your neck and put your cheek next to my lips.

When you talk to me I can’t answer you with my mouth in words, but I hear you listening to me with your heart. When you’re listening that way you can hear me telling you, “I love you Josh.” “I love you Matty.” “I love you Mitchell.” Thank you for helping mom during the day when I need to be turned or suctioned. That is such a nice way to tell me you love me back.

Don’t worry about my eye that is missing. When I was in heaven, I knew the Baadsgaard secret code for telling each other “I love you, you’re wonderful, and you can do it!” It was a wink. I knew that I would never be able to speak to you with words in this life, so I thought of a plan. That is why I chose to come as your brother winking so that you would always know that I love you and believe in you. Thank you for believing in me – believing that I am still your brother inside this body – even though I can’t move, or see or hear or think the way you do. Thank you for believing that even though I’m missing my brain, I’m not missing my heart and soul. Thank you for believing that we will always be one of the Moody boys and we’ll always love each other forever.

I love you Joshua.

I love you Mathew

I love you Mitchell.

Caleb

Treasured Christmas Gifts From My Family

2011-12-31T13:22:00.008-07:00

Early in our marriage my husband and I decided not to make lavish gift giving the focus of our holiday celebrations. The greatest gifts we could share as a family would be our presence with each other. Nothing can take the place of a loving family who enjoys just being together. Some of my favorite holiday moments include:

• Watching April and Dallan lovingly dress Caleb for his part as the angel in the family nativity play on Christmas Eve.
• Listening to my children and grandchildren sing Christmas songs around the piano.
• Attending my daughter Ashley’s first baby shower.
• Speaking in church on Christmas day about the gifts and tender mercies of the Savior.
• Spending a week with Aubrey, Kyle and Rylan who live so far away.
• Attending my granddaughter Isabella’s adoption hearing.
• Listening to Alisa’s first orchestra concert as she played the cello.
• Going to the University Mall to hear John’s choir sing the Halleluiah Chorus.
• Receiving family history stories, pictures and books from my son Jordan.
• Walking through the woods in knee deep snow that sparkled like diamonds with my daughter Arianne.
• Watching BYU make a come-back victory at their bowl game while yelling and eating pizza at Jacob’s house.
• Watching my husband talk about his youth and LDS mission to his children and grandchildren during his day-after-Christmas Samoan Party. . . and watching Arianne and Jared prepare special Samoan food just for their Dad.
• Watching Ashley and Hyrum play the part of Mary and Joseph as they too are about to be embark on their journey together as parents.
• Playing the violin in a Dickens’s Christmas Carol Concert.
• Sleigh riding with children and grandchildren up at the cabin.
• Tearfully hugging Amy, Aden and Tessa goodbye before they had to leave for Oregon.
• Listening to my son Joseph express his love and gratitude for his father while eating our Christmas Eve dinner together.
• Watching 3-year-old Emma bravely finish the dance while the other little dancing girls ran off stage to their parents.
• Listening to John play “The River Flows Through You” with only the Christmas tree lights to illuminate the living room just before retiring for the night.
• Presenting our heart-felt personal gifts to the Christ child as a single candle flickered in the dark room.

The greatest gifts in life can't be seen or touched but only felt with the heart. May you feel the love of God in your life as you contemplate the gift of his Son and our Savior. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you my friends.

I Love Note To A Treasured New Friend I've Never Met

2011-12-22T22:08:00.003-07:00

Writing a blog has been such a pleasure for me. Catching my fleeting thoughts into words and images then having someone far away read those words and see those images and respond has truly touched my soul. Personal blog comments from readers like you have become a magical connection for me and a wonderful way to find new soul mates. Even though we may not have ever met, I feel as though we have become good friends. I don't think I can adequately thank all of you who have left comments here. I read each one and so often they feel like tender mercies from heaven. I can't thank all of you personally but I want to try by saying thank you to one.
Dear Shirley,
Your insightful, positive and loving comments on my blog have been such a gentle kindness to me. Though I have never met you, I love you. I feel your goodness. I look forward to checking my E-mail to see if there is a note from you. Your words always make my day. Thank you for taking the time to be such an important part of my life, for being my friend and for letting me know you. Knowing you has meant more to me than you will ever know. I hope I meet you some day. Yet even if I never see you physically, I see you spiritually. What a gift it is for me to call you my friend.

This is Shirley's last blog comment on a post about my son Joseph's recent adoption. Can you see why I love her so. . .

My new friend Shirley

"Your post made me cry, Janene. What a beautiful post, and what a wonderful Christmas present for everyone. There was a special on TV last night about foster children who were adopted. It was entitled "Home for the Holidays". It was about children who were adopted by their foster parents, single & married, and how well the children have flourished in their new family. This is so awe-inspiring, and I wish you all a very Blessed Christmas season. And to think that Isabella's Dad's name is Joseph!! Sending lots of love to your family."

Merry Christmas Shirley. Thank you for being you. You are such a gift to me.
Janene

Isabella is adopted today!

2011-12-20T13:51:00.000-07:00

Isabella and the judge enjoying a moment together just after the adoption became official.
The judge gave Isabella an adoption bear so she could remember this day with joy.

Joseph and Martha with their two beautiful children Isabella and Bradley standing next to the judge.

Joseph and Martha's beautiful family with their grandparents.

All the loving family, friends and legal folks who attended the adoption hearing.

I've had the blessing of being present when several of my grandchildren were born. There is nothing quite as awe inspiring as adding the newest member of the family into our midst.

Today I am so grateful that I was able to be present when the newest member of our family joined us.

Isabella Baadsgaard was officially adopted by my son Joseph and his wife Martha this morning.

Isabella also has an older brother Bradley who was adopted into our family previously. I cannot express in words how much I love these precious children.

There is no greater gift than a new child to love.

May I express my gratitude and deepest respect for all those who are willing to take in foster children and give them a safe home, where they are given what every child deserves. . . to be wanted and loved. May I also express my gratitude to social workers, lawyers and judges who put the safety and welfare of our children as their top priority.

My favorite moment during the proceedings today was when the judge asked my son if he had bonded with Isabella. As the judge was asking the question, my sweet little granddaughter quietly stood and wrapped her arms around her new father with such unbridled affection and joy.
"Oh, yes," my son answered. "She is my princess."

Welcome Isabella. We all love you so much. We are so happy that you are in our family now and forever.

Happy Birthday Mitchell

2011-12-19T06:18:00.002-07:00

Mitchell the Super Hero

by
Granny B

Happy Birthday Mitchell.

Your Grandma Baadsgaard loves you so very much.

Here's a special story I wrote just for you.

When Mitchell woke up one morning his pajamas seemed a little snug. His wrists were sneaking out the arm holes and he could see his ankles peeking out of the bottom of his pants.

“Mitchell, did you grow two inches last night while you were sleeping?” his mother asked while he was slurping his breakfast cereal.

“I don’t know,” Mitchell answered. “My pajamas do feel tight.”

Then Mitchell's brother Mathew walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. After he looked at Mitchell his eyes popped wide open.

“Mitchell, when did you get those things?” Mathew asked pointing to Mitchell’s chest and arms.

“What things?” Mitchell answered.

“Bulging muscles,” Mathew said. “You’ve never had those before.

Just then Mitchell's other brother Josh walked into the kitchen yawning. Then he picked up a glass of milk and took a gulp. After he took one look at his five-year-old brother he choked on the milk and sprayed it all over himself.

“When did that happen?” Josh yelled. “My little brother Mitchell is a super-hero!”

Mitchell looked down at his chest and saw ripples of muscles. He stretched out his arms and saw bulging triceps and biceps. He flexed a few times and raised one eyebrow.

“Hey, this is terrific! You guys better watch out,” Mitchell said glaring at his brothers. “No more picked on little brother for this muscle man.”

“Give me your piece of toast,” Mitchell demanded turning to his brother Mathew. “Now!”

Mathew took one look at Mitchell’s bulging muscles and quickly obeyed.

“Give me your rock collection,” Mitchell demanded turning to his brother Josh.

Josh took one look at Mitchell’s triceps and biceps and quickly obeyed.

Wow, Mitchell thought to himself. This superhero stuff if great. I can have whatever I want right when I want it. I have those pesky brothers of mine just where I want them.

Then Mitchell got another idea.

“Mom,” Mitchell declared. “I’m not going to brush my teeth, make my bed or clean up my room anymore.”

“Then you’re not a super hero,” his mother answered. “Super heroes help people. You’re just a bully because you have big muscles now.”

Shucks, Mitchell thought. Why does Mom always have to ruin everything? Maybe she will be afraid of me if I growl.

“GRRRRR!” Mitchell growled baring his ferocious teeth at his mother.

“Josh and Matty, you need to practice your piano before you leave for school,” his mother answered, completely ignoring him.

After his older brothers left for school, Mitchell followed his mother around the house barking out orders. It didn’t work. His mother did the dishes, vacuumed the rug, showered and got dressed. Next she walked into his older brother Caleb’s room and gave him a sponge bath, hooked up his feeding tube and adjusted his ventilator.

Then Mitchell heard the doorbell ring. It was the neighbor lady and she was crying. Mitchell’s mother invited the lady inside and gave her a chocolate chip cookie. Then they sat down together on the couch and talked for a long time.

Mitchell ran through the room several times trying to get the neighbor’s attention. Once he leaped from the couch onto the floor. That didn’t work. The lady kept crying. Then he flexed his muscles. That didn’t work either. Then Mitchell watched his mother put her arms around the neighbor lady and hug her. Pretty soon the neighbor lady stopped crying and smiled.

“Thank you,” the neighbor said as she opened the door to leave. “You always know just what to say to make me feel better. You are my hero.”

Hey, Mitchell thought. I’m the super hero around here.

Then Mitchell watched his mother start cooking in the kitchen.

“It’s not time for lunch yet,” Mitchell said. “Why are you cooking?’

Mr. Williams is going in for surgery today,” she answered. “I thought I’d bring over some supper. Mrs. Williams won’t feel like cooking when she gets home from the hospital tonight.”

Mitchell walked down the hall toward his bedroom to play with his stuffed animals. He peeked in his brother’s Caleb room. He looked lonely. Mitchell got his favorite stuffed snake then crawled up into his brother’s bed. He put the snake next to Caleb’s cheek then put his arm around him and gave him a great big hug.

“I love you Caleb,” Mitchell said. “I’ll always protect you from the bad guys ‘cause I’m a superhero now.”

After Caleb went to sleep, Mitchell got Josh’s rock collection and put it back in his room. Then he picked out two of his favorite plastic super hero guys and put one on each of his brother’s beds. Next he walked into the kitchen and looked at his mother.

“Can I help you cook dinner for the sick guy?” Mitchell asked.

“Yes,” his mother answered.

Mitchell smiled.

“Mitchell to the rescue!” he yelled as he leaped onto the kitchen stool flexing his triceps and biceps in a single bound.

DOWN HOME with Granny B

2011-12-14T13:19:00.006-07:00

Growing Older

Growing older has been a delightful surprise for me. The way I feel is different than what I thought I'd feel. I pretty much just feel grateful . . . grateful that I'm alive. . . grateful for everything.

I thought I'd feel old inside when I was old outside. I don't. I feel softer. The experiences I've gone through have made me less quick to judge, less ambitious for material possessions and less inclined to hurry. I've learned to love others for who they are not who I want them to be. I've learned the only real wealth is a loving family. And I've learned to listen more carefully to the wisdom of others.

*All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without the benefit of experience (Henry Miller)

*Only the loving fine love. And they never have to seek for it. (D. H. Lawrence)

*If nothing ever changed there'd be no butterflies. (Unknown)

A Poem For The Middle Child

2011-12-05T07:09:00.003-07:00

Happy Birthday Mathew
I hope you know how much your Grandma Baadsgaard loves you. Here is a poem I wrote just for you.
P.S.
I'm a middle child too.

Mathew in the Middle
by
Granny B

I don’t like it in the middle
Said Mathew to his Mother
Being the ho-hum middle child
Is really such a bother

I’m not the oldest or the youngest
Just someplace in between
Nobody ever notices me
I feel like I’m never seen

His mother sighed and rolled her eyes
For she was an oldest child
“From where I sit,” she said with a smile
You have the best place by a mile

You don’t have to do everything first
Your parents have learned a thing or two
No one calls you the baby
I can’t see why you’re so blue.”

I don’t like it in the middle
Said Mathew to his father
Being the ho-hum middle child
Is really such a bother

“I know how you feel,” said Mathew’s father
I’m brother number two
That’s why I gave you my name
So my number two wouldn’t be blue.”

Then Mathew thought of his middle name
It was just the same as his father
I guess number two is not so bad
And really not a bother.

Then Mathew’s mother gave him a great big hug
And soon so did his Dad
Mathew was the meat in the family sandwich hug
And it really wasn’t so bad.

We are valuable and we are loved because of who we are not what we do.

2011-12-03T09:43:00.013-07:00

I've noticed that when we are meeting someone for the first time we often ask, "What do you do?" It is a common question for most of us are curious about other's occupations.

I've also observed that as my children were growing up many people asked them, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" referring to what career they will choose. Prestige and the ability to earn money are often the result of what we choose to do.

So we grow into adults who focus almost entirely on what we do to feel good about ourselves. If we don't do enough during the day, we feel lazy. If we don't choose the right career or if we do something wrong, we fill our hearts with regret or guilt. More and more we learn to focus the camera lens of our lives on what we do.

The other day I was speaking with someone about my grandson Caleb. When people find out Caleb was born without a brain they often stand in stunned silence. Then they always ask, "What can he do?"

I know the question is innocent and I am not offended but I can't help thinking that they are missing the point. Caleb might not have a brain but he has a heart and soul. If I go through the usual list of important achievements in life, Caleb may not fit the bill. But I always long to explain that it is not what Caleb can do that defines him.

And sometimes the person I'm talking to persists with detailed questions like . . .
"Can he see?"
"Can he move?"
"Can he hear?"
"Can he speak?"
"Can he eat?"
"Can he breathe?"
"Can he think?"

And though the questions are innocent they often leave this impression . . .
"Well if he can't he do anything, I feel so sorry for him and for you. If he can't do anything - what purpose can his life possibly have?"

Because our family has been blessed to have Caleb in our lives we have learned that what makes someone valuable is not what they do but who they are. Though Caleb's body makes is almost impossible for him to do much of anything in a physical sense, his presence is enough for us. His divine and noble spirit is alive and well inside a body with severe physical limitations yet enhanced spiritual abilities. Caleb speaks without language getting in the way. He loves without the inherit limitations of physical affection. His soul shines with a light only seen through the eyes of love.

So the next time you see someone like my grandson Caleb do not ask their family members what they can do. Do not feel sorry for them. Instead say, "Tell me about your child."

And the next time you are thinking dark thoughts about self or others because of something you or they did of failed to do . . . stop.

Then, pray.

Allow yourself to feel the love of God for you and every person who has walked this earth. You are not valuable to God or those around you because of what you do or don't do. You are valuable because you are you.

Your existence - your presence - is enough.

And perhaps when you talk to the youth you might ask, "Who do you want to be when you grow up?" For it is our inner qualities, the qualities Caleb already possesses, like compassion, patience, gentleness, meekness, and love that are the true measures of a meaningful life.

The Boy Who Was Born Without A Brain

2011-11-22T18:09:00.001-07:00

My daughter April snuggling with Caleb

THE WINKING FAMILY

In my family we have a secret code to communicate our love for each other when we are out in public. We wink. When one of us is about to perform or speak, we look for a family member’s face in the crowd. Then we wink at each other. Closing one eye and winking is our secret code for saying, “I love you. You can do it. You’re wonderful.”

Almost seven years ago, my grandson Caleb was born into our family. He must have known before birth that he would never be able to speak to us because he was born with one eyelid permanently closed. So, he is always “winking” at us, always communicating, “I love you. You can do it. You’re wonderful.”

Mitchell and Caleb

Caleb has one eye lid permanently closed because he is missing one of his eyes . . . and he is also missing his brain. All the doctors said he would die soon after birth. They were wrong. He is a medical miracle. The doctors say he can’t see, hear, speak, think or move. Those who know and love Caleb understand he has his own unique way of experiencing the world and communicating his love to those around him.

After Caleb was born the hospice people told us to buy a burial plot and continually warned us of his imminent death. We soon learned you can not live well in a state of fear and sadness. We decided we could spend Caleb’s entire life anxious and scared he might die at any moment, or we could celebrate each day we were blessed to have him with us. In the beginning, my daughter April celebrated Caleb’s birthday every week instead of every year with balloons and cupcakes because we simply did not know how long we would have him with us. We stopped the cupcakes after we gained ten pounds, but the celebrating goes on.

We all prayed for a miracle when we first learned about Caleb’s condition. We got one. Caleb’s birth, life and mission have had a deep and lasting impact on our lives. His spirit, eternal identity and most of all the loving, individual relationship he has with each of us is truly a miracle. Because of Caleb we know that each of us has a divine purpose and that the physical body is a sacred gift we should never take for granted. We better understand the worth of a soul and the resiliency of the human spirit.

Caleb’s older brother Matthew said, “Grandma. The doctors said Caleb was going to die, but he didn’t. That’s the first miracle I ever saw!”

The winking family: Mitchell, Josh, Caleb, Dallan, April and Mathew

Caleb’s younger brother Mitchell holds hands with his brother while they ride together in the stroller. Sometimes the only intervention that can get Caleb’s heart rate up is when his older brothers Josh and Matty crawl in his crib, hug him and sing, “I am a Child of God.” Caleb is my hero and though he has never been able to utter a single word - he has taught everyone who knows and loves him – all the secrets of a rich and meaningful life.

More Pictures From Samoa

2011-11-15T11:59:00.003-07:00

My daughter Arianne and her family recently returned from Samoa and brought along these beautiful pictures I'd like to share with you.

Happy Birthday Sophia

2011-11-10T06:37:00.000-07:00

Sophia Spends a Day on the Ceiling

Grandma Baadsgaard

“Sometimes it is very hard having three brothers,” Sophia said as she stood next to her mother cooking a pot of soup on the stove.

“I know,” her mother said. “I grew up with brothers too.”

“They always break my toys and they won’t be careful with my dolls. Sometimes I wish I could live on the ceiling so they can’t reach me.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” her mother answered.

Suddenly Sophia’s three brothers ran into the room, knocked her over and stepped on her favorite doll.

“See what I mean,” Sophia said rolling her eyes.

Sophia walked into her bedroom and slammed the door. Then she put her doll into a backpack, strapped it on her shoulders and tried to find a way to get on the ceiling. First she grabbed the bar in her closet and started walking up the wall until she flipped over. Suddenly everything went black.

When Sophia woke up she was stuck on the ceiling living her life upside down. She saw her three brothers below her trying to jump up and touch her. But she was safe at last.

“No more broken toys and squished dolls,” Sophia said. “This is wonderful.”

First she walked over to the upside down light fixture, sat down and decided to have a tea party with her doll without any rude interruptions.

“Sophie, Sophie,” come back down. “We miss you,” her brothers yelled from below.

Sophia pretended she could not hear them. She was having a delightful time with her doll and not one single brother knocked her over. When she got bored, Sophia took a nap next to her doll by flipping over the curtains at the window for her blankets.

“It looks like you’re having a nice time up there,” her mother said when her brothers pulled her into the room.”

“Tell her she has to come down and play with us,” Sammy said. “It not fun without Sophie.”

“Sophia will come down when she is ready to come down,” her mother answered.

When her father came home from work, he walked into Sophia’s bedroom, scratched his head and said. “How are you doing that?” he said. “You can’t live forever upside down.”

“Actually,” Sophia answered. “From where I sit, you are the one who is upside down. I’m right side up on the ceiling.”

“Oh,” her father said. “I never thought of it that way.”

When it starting getting dark, Sophia pulled the curtain back over herself and went to sleep. When she woke up, her mother was staring at her and she was back in her old bed.

“Oh, I’m so glad you are alright,” her mother said. “You had me scared when you fell on her head in your closet.”

“Have I been living upside down?” Sophia asked.

“You might put it that way,” her mother answered. “You guys can come in now.”

Suddenly Sophia was covered and smothered with brothers, lots and lots of brothers hugging and kissing her.

“We’re so glad you are alright,” her brother Sammy said. “We were worried about you. We love you Sophie.”

“I guess brothers aren’t so bad after all,” Sophia answered.

Happy Birthday Bradley!

2011-11-07T11:30:00.004-07:00

Bradley Joel
by
Grandma Baadsgaard

Bradley Joel has a heart of gold
And the brightest smile in town

He gives the biggest, tightest hugs
His energy never winds down

He likes to run and jump and play
And read a lot of books
He does back flips and cartwheels too
And helps his mother cook

When he comes to Grandma’s house
He never passes me by
He smiles and says, “I love you.”
That always makes me sigh.

Bradley Joel is a wonderful boy

He has a place in my heart

No matter how big or tall he grows
I hope we’re never far apart

For Bradley Joel is my special grandson

Sent to me from above

We will always be together now

For we’re sealed together in love.

New Horizon's Orchestra Concert On Thursday

2011-11-05T15:03:00.001-06:00

I play the violin in an orchestra that is giving a free concert this Thursday night (November 10th) at 7:00. The concert will be held at Maple Mountain Stake Center across the street from the new Maple Mountain High School in Spanish Fork, Utah. That bit of information may not seem particularly interesting unless you know the rest of the story . . .

When I was a girl I told my mother I wanted to learn to play the violin. She told me that playing the violin was only for rich children. I believed her and sang in the choir instead. Several years ago I learned about a unique orchestra in Utah County. This orchestra welcomes beginners. In fact you must be over forty years old to join. Everyone with a few hours a week to spare is invited to be part of a unique and life changing experience. You are asked to bring your own instrument, music stand and several music books that we play from So I'm learning how to play the violin even though I well over fifty.

Andrew Dabczynski, from the BYU School of Music, is our director along with several graduate assistants. Undergraduate students enrolled in music education at BYU come to our rehearsals and practice leading us as part of their music education program. So basically we are all students helping students who are helped by students.

Do we sound like the Philadelphia Philharmonic Orchestra? No. But that doesn't matter. We have so much fun learning together. I never get through a rehearsal without laughing or having tears come to my eyes. Making music is such an incredible joy.

Playing in the orchestra has also sparked an interest in my children who are still living at home. My son John has learned to play the bass and now my daughter Alisa is learning to play the cello at their local schools. I guess they think, if Mom can do it, I can do it.

If you've ever wanted to play in an orchestra come Thursday night and check us out. I'd love to tell you how to join. I'm so happy that I didn't let this experience pass me by. We're never too old or too dumb to try something new. Being a beginner at my age is the best fun I've had in years.

Halloween Faces

2011-11-02T17:18:00.003-06:00

My daughter April with her super hero boys.

My granddaugter Tessa . . . "I don't want to be a lady bug!"

Here's a big thank you to all you mothers and fathers who worked so hard to make Halloween fun for your children and my children.

Catch the Beauty While You Can

2011-11-01T18:25:00.001-06:00

Recently I was at our cabin watching the gold leaves circling around and around and down through the crisp Fall air to the ground. I soaked in the gleaming moment like the last warm rays of sunlight before nightfall. I wanted to take a photograph . . . capturing the essence of time as one season in nature and myself - flowed silently into the next.

When we came back the next day, all the leaves had fallen creating a soft wet carpet on the ground. The time for savoring was gone. It happened so quickly . . . before I was ready to let go.

So do our lives pass before us. We move so quickly from one season to the next . . . before we catch our breath, we must move on.

Exploring Out-Of-The-Way Places in Utah

2011-10-29T11:25:00.001-06:00

We explored some out of the way places in Utah this weekend . . . Paul Bunyan's Woodpile and the Tintic Mining District around Eureka. These are great places for hiking, four-wheeling, rock hunting and lots of family fun. No crowds, no noise, just the sound of the wind and the crackle of fall leaves under your feet.

What Brings Me Joy

2011-10-27T08:52:00.000-06:00

Whenever I walk into a room where my granddaughter Emma is playing, her eyes light up, she runs toward me and gives me the biggest hug. Then she takes my hand and brings me into her world. Sometimes she teaches me how to bump down the stairs on my backside and sometimes she shows me her newest toy. She lovingly gives me the masterpieces she has created in crayon but she gives me much more. It is those eyes . . . the eyes that light up when I enter the room. There is no love as pure as a child's love. Thank you Emma. You give your Granny B so much joy.

Trying to Balance Too Much?

2011-10-24T11:02:00.001-06:00

Does it feel like you're trying to balance too much?

Balancing the complexities of life is impossible but that doesn't keep us from trying to do too much. We think we should be able to do everything and carry a heavy load.
One day at the point of exhaustion, we take a deep breath, stop and feel. What am I doing to myself?
How can I simplify my life?
*Take a few things off your plate.
*Do less with more love.
*Let everything go that does not bring you peace and joy.
We don't have to do anything. We choose to do what we do. So let's choose wisely.

Fall Break in Southern Utah

2011-10-24T08:15:00.004-06:00

DEAD HORSE POINT timeless wilderness-breathtaking vistas and scenic wonders

Prince Rylan

2011-10-16T21:27:00.002-06:00

This is a story written for my precious grandson Rylan

on his very first birthday.

PRINCE RYLAN

Granny B

A long time ago in a far away land there was a beautiful princess named Aubrey who looked and looked for a long time for her prince to come.
A long time ago in a far away land there was a handsome prince named Kyle who looked and looked for his princess to come.
But they lived far far away from each other - so they never met.
No matter how many other candidates they courted, they never could be totally happy for they were longing for their true love.
So they both kept looking - for years and years. Sometimes they were very sad because they thought they would never find that special one.

Then one day the prince and princess were both invited to a party at the castle. When they saw each other from across the room and looked into each other's eyes - bells chimed and lightworks exploded.

When they first spoke the princess felt she had known the prince from a time she could not remember. The prince felt he had known the princess from a time before he could remember. But how could this be true for they had just met?

Then a fire breathing dragon crashed the party and threatened to destroy their love. The prince found his deep primal courage and slew the dragon. Then they set the date for their wedding day.

On the morning of their wedding day, another fire breathing dragon appeared and threatened to kill the princess. The princess found her deep primal courage and slew the dragon.

Now nothing could steal away their love, for both the prince and princess knew how to slay dragons. And so they were married.

Then one happy day the prince and princess had a beautiful male heir. Their titles changed from prince to King Kyle and from princess to Queen Aubrey because they loved each other and their precious child who now became Prince Rylan. And so my friends, because there is no power greater than true love . . . nothing will ever change their happily ever after.

The Goldfish Whisperer

2011-10-14T08:01:00.000-06:00

My daughter April has four wonderful sons. Her third son Caleb was born without a brain and as you might suppose has many special needs. Because of their special needs brother, Josh, Matty and Mitchel know about ventilators, g-tubes and lots of other medical interventions to help their brother stay alive. When my son-in-law Dallan brought home a gold fish that wouldn't eat, the boys asked their mother if perhaps he might be a special needs goldfish. I think you might enjoy this story told in April's own words. . .

Dallan recently went home teaching and came home with a gold fish. Yes. A goldfish. The family he was visiting had a daughter who was asked to home coming with it and asked if he would take it.

The boys were so excited, and over the next several days we tried to feed it. That little fish would gulp and gulp at the top of the bowl, but we couldn't get it to eat anything even though we made two trips to the store to buy different foods to try. At first we thought we had a picky eater gold fish. Then the boys started to wonder if we had a special needs gold fish. They thought that maybe he needed a g tube. Finally, I started to spoon feed it. Yep. I'd wait till he was gulping at the top of the bowl, then spoon feed food into it's wide open mouth. After a couple of days it started eating! Lots. And now he's been alive for 3 weeks (way longer than we thought.) I think I might have a knack for this sort of thing. Just call me the fish whisperer.

Grandma Hands

2011-10-11T15:20:00.000-06:00

I've always loved Grandma hands. I remember taking my Grandmother's hand and tracing the raised blood vessels under her skin with my finger. Now both my mother and Grandmother are gone and I have taken their place.

The other day I felt my granddaughter tracing her finger along the raised blood vessels on my hand. As I watched her, I thought, I have grandma hands.

I like that.

You see, you can’t be a grandma until you’ve actually raised a child to adulthood.

You learn a lot on that journey.

And then . . . all the love you've freely given . . . comes back . . . as your grandchild tenderly slips her tiny hand in yours.

Payson Temple Groundbreaking Ceremony

2011-10-11T08:42:00.000-06:00

Our family participated in the new Payson Temple Groundbreaking Ceremony on Saturday. It was an honor to be there. Even a freezing cold rainy day could not keep 6,000 people from attending. Why? We are all so thrilled to have this new temple built near where we live.

The Payson Temple will serve about 22 stakes from Spanish Fork to Nephi or about 78,000 members. My husband Ross was one of the Stake Presidents who shoveled a spade of dirt to begin the building process. A stake is a group of local wards (similar to a parish or congregation).

Temples for members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints provide a place where we can make promises and commitments to God and where the highest sacraments of faith occur, such as the marriage of couples for eternity. Temples differ from the tens of thousands of local meetinghouses where members typically meet for Sunday worship services and midweek social activities. The Payson Temple will bring the total number of temples worldwide already in operation or in the planning and constructions phases to 166.

On a personal level, the privilege of attending a temple has brought me such peace and joy through all the ups and down of my life. My husband Ross and I were "sealed" (or married for eternity) in the Salt Lake Temple 36 years ago. Our union has brought ten wonderful, loving children into the world and many grandchildren. Because of these modern temples, I have the peace of knowing that I will always have my beloved husband, children and grandchildren with me even after I die.

Remedies for Maternal Guilt

2011-10-08T16:23:00.000-06:00

DOWN HOME with Granny B

Most information out there that tells mothers something else we should be doing . . . like we don’t already know that. It helps to remember that real life is hectic and trying to do it all is impossible. We women try to do so much but never give ourselves any credit and or celebrate our efforts. Mothers, in particular, are way too hard on themselves. In fact every mother I know is infected with a dreaded disease called . . . maternal guilt.

Seven deadly maternal guilt symptoms include:

1. No matter how much we have done right, we always focus on what we’ve done wrong.

2. Taking blame for all our children’s poor choices.

3. Believing that we have the power to stop bad things from happening to our families.

4. Thinking we should be able to handle everything.

5. The inability to slow down, do less and learn the fine art of muddling.

6. Never feeling good enough, smart enough, thin enough, or attractive enough.

7. Placing our health and well-being on the bottom of our things-to-do list.

Remedies for Maternal Guilt:

Celebrate who you are right now at every stage and age of motherhood by awarding yourself with one of these mother school degrees:

A.O.A. Associates of Amateurism We earn this degree when we stop feeling sorry for ourselves.

B.O.B Bachelor of Blunders We earn this degree when we stop being SO hard on ourselves.

M.O.M. Masters of Muddling We earn this degree when we master the fine art of muddling.

D.O. H. Doctorate of Humility We earn this degree when we give ourselves permission to learn and grow from our mistakes just like our children do.

Instead of focusing on how your children turn out,

focus on how you turn out.

Hang in there and keep smiling -

you're doing better than you think you are.

Why I Love To Go 4-Wheeling In Autumn

2011-10-07T14:24:00.001-06:00

Real Life is Full of Ups and Downs - So Enjoy the Ride!

2011-10-05T08:27:00.002-06:00

Life comes at us pretty fast sometimes.

Things don't always work out the way we plan.

The only thing we control is ourselves.

Though we can't control was happens to us,

we can control our attitude

or our response to what happens.

If we can't laugh at ourselves,

life gets too rough.

When we let go of control of everything and everyone around us,

we are free to take life as it comes,

with humility and gratitude.

So hug someone you love today.

Pull a funny face and laugh.

Life is to be lived . . . with great affection and joy!

Monarch Miracles

2011-10-04T08:16:00.000-06:00

Something miraculous is happening at my house. My children found a monarch caterpillar. They fed this caterpillar fresh leaves until it formed a chrysalis. Now we wait in awe and wonder as this creatures magically transforms into a beautiful butterfly ready to take flight. And we wonder. . . can we also change ourselves. . . transform our former self into something breathtakingly beautiful? With the hand of God in our lives, anything is possible.

Autumn in Utah

2011-09-28T20:12:00.003-06:00

We went to the mountains

for family home evening.

Just before the sun set,

I handed my eleven year old daughter Alisa the camera.

Enjoy the beauty we found through her eyes.

Those Who Are With Young

2011-09-24T21:31:00.002-06:00

My daughter Ashley just found out she is going to have a little girl in a few months.

She called me to tell me during my orchestra rehearsal because I told her I wanted to be the first to know.

A sudden cell-phone ring

and then the news . . .

I couldn't quit smiling all day.

A little girl. My granddaughter.

I can't wait to hold her.

Every woman who courageously brings a child into the world

slips her hand

into the hand of God

He shall feed his flock

like a shepherd

and

gently lead

those who are with young . . .

they who wait

he promised

shall renew their strength

run

and not be weary

walk

and not faint

mount up with wings as eagles

and

fly

but first. . .

nine months

waiting

discipleship

yielded will

consecration of self

promises kept

The Winds of Change

2011-09-23T13:45:00.002-06:00

Autumn Begins

These

waning days of summer

early days

of fall

usher
in

winds of change

sleepy winds

hushed

drunken winds

sleep

playful winds

warmth

warning

gather in the harvest
winter is coming

Cycle of living,
season of song,
embraces and whispers,
"Life goes on."

Happy Birthday Liam!

2011-09-21T07:40:00.002-06:00

Dear Liam,

This is a special poem I wrote just for you.

You are celebrating your first birthday today

in the same country where your grandfather

was a missionary almost forty years ago.

Liam the Lyrical Fish

Granny B

I like to swim in the deep blue sea

Said Liam the lyrical fish

I like to dance to the light of the moon

Pick a star and make a wish

I like to snuggle with Mommy near

And feel her close to me

I like to race with my brothers two

In the huge Samoan sea

I like to feel the warm soft breeze

With my tail fin flashing light

I like to splash in the ocean waves

With my Dad so strong and bright

I like to find a calm tide pool

And settle in for the night

With all my family close to me

I know I’ll be alright

And when I wake to the morning sun

My dear ones close to me

This is the place I want to be

For all eternity

Unsung Heroes at Stake Conference

2011-09-20T08:53:00.001-06:00

We had such a great Stake Conference this weekend with our newest apostle Neil Andersen and our area seventy Steven Lund and their wives. Our guests were such a blessings to all of us. It was an honor to share in their warmth and wisdom.

There is always another story to every conference. . . the people who make it happen. Behind the scenes at every Stake Conference there is an army of people who volunteer their service. There are chairs to set up, electronic capabilities to arrange, ushers for seating, flowers and musical numbers to provide and talks to prepare.
Our conference this past weekend required an extra measure of service from unsung heroes who worked long hours to prepare a brand new building that was not quite finished. Even while I was setting up tables to serve our visiting guests a meal, a young man was chalking and painting in the same room. An army of people showed up to lay sod, plant trees and clean asphalt. Right before conference was to begin, a heavy wind and rain storm began. As my husband was standing in the foyer waiting for our guests to arrive with an umbrella to keep them dry, someone informed him that a porta-potty was standing in the front lawn directly in front of the chapel. You can just imagine the very wet men in dark suits who quickly moved that structure. After our meal with the guests and the meeting that followed, I walked into the kitchen ready to spend several hours doing the dishes. To my surprise, the kitchen was full of people with their sleeves rolled up doing the work. None of the people who gave so much this past weekend would want me to use their names. They don't do what they do to get noticed. They do what they do because they love our Father in Heaven and their fellowmen.
So thank you my sweet friends for your quiet service.
I see you . . . I thank you . . . and I deeply honor and respect you.

Writing is Awesome and Fun!

2011-09-16T14:25:00.000-06:00

I was lucky enough to be a guest speaker at Larsen Elementary School today. Three fifth grade classes joined together as we talked about one of my greatest loves - writing! I had such a wonderful time with the enthusiastic teachers and students.

My daughter Ashley is doing her student teaching at this school and will graduate from BYU in December. She is mighty lucky to have such a caring and professional teaching staff to work with her as she learns the fine art of teaching. I have the greatest respect and admiration for those who spend their lives helping children learn and grow.
Thank you for inviting me. I loved being with all of you today.

Great student volunteers demonstrating how being a creator, writer and editor is all part of the writing process.

My daughter Ashley and I standing behind her awesome fifth grade class at Larsen Elementary School

Sharing a Post by my daughter April

2011-09-16T09:38:00.001-06:00

An Unexpected Gift

April Moody

I am the oldest of 10 children. I loved growing up in a big family. My brothers and sisters are my dearest friends.

My little brother John was born when I was in college. He was born when I really was old enough to be his mother. I'd come home after a busy day at BYU, rock him and think to myself he could be mine. I could see myself as a mother as I gazed into the eyes of my little brother. My youngest sister Alisa was born just two days before my oldest son, Josh. After he was born, Josh had to spend some time in the NICU. I was having some complications and couldn't leave my room so I was really aching to hold my baby boy. I'll never forget my Dad walking into my room and seeing my tears said, "Oh honey, do you want to hold Alisa?" Holding Alisa held me over until I could be with my little Josh.

John and Alisa have been such a gift to me.

The blessing of a little brother and sister came with an unexpected gift. I never expected they would be my children's best friends. John is the big brother they sometimes need. Alisa knows just how to make them smile when they've had a hard day. This summer they've worked on a club house, made lemonade stands, biked back and forth from house to house, and gone to "man camp." They've made huts at the cabin, had sleepovers, game nights and movie nights. They are making the sweetest memories together. I never expected that.

Thank you Mom and Dad

for having the courage to have these two.

You gave me a precious brother and sister.

And you gave me something I didn't expect-

my children's best friends.

I love you John and Alisa with all my heart.

Stake Conference Weekend Is Coming!

2011-09-13T13:19:00.002-06:00

I'm looking forward to a spiritual feast this weekend as our newest apostle Neil Andersen will be here in Spanish Fork to meet with us and share his wisdom. Elder Andersen is the newest member of the Counsel of Twleve Apostles for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He delivered the devotional address at BYU today. My sweetheart has been the Stake President for the Spanish Fork Palmyra Stake and now for the Spanish Fork Mountain Mountain Stake for many years. So many wonderful people have moved into this area that we needed to divide our stake about a year ago. This will be the first time our brand new stake will meet together in our brand new Stake Center. Having Elder Andersen with us will be a great blessing for all of us.

Don't Be a Lazy Grandma

2011-09-08T16:07:00.004-06:00

DOWN HOME with Granny B

The other day I was tending my grandson Mitchel while his mother April took care of his brother Caleb at the Primary Children's Hospital. Mitchel is a very verbal four-year-old who makes delightful company. First we read books, then we played with a construction set. After I demonstrated how to make a space ship, Mitchel looked up at me with stars in his eyes and said, "You're the awesomest Grandma in the world!"

Well I was feeling pretty good about myself after that. So we moved on to snack time. When I needed a break to get some housework done, I gave Mitchel a fish that absorbed water and tripled in size after you placed it in a bowl of water.

"Here watch this!" I said, hoping to keep him entertained for a few minutes.

After three seconds Mitchel said, "I think this is boring Grandma. How about we go outside and you can watch me jump on the trampoline? Then we can come back inside and this fish will be huge!"

So I agreed because I am old enough to know that housework is always there - but children, on the other hand, they grow up and move away.

I watched Mitchel jumping for quite a while and then I got bored So I wandered around our barn.

Then I heard Mitchel yell from the trampoline, "Grandma come and look at this awesome spider web I found!"

"I'll be there in a minute," I answered, taking my time to make it back to the trampoline because I was too busy being a grown up.

"Grandma!" Mitchel said, "Don't be a lazy Grandma! Be an awesome Grandma!"

How can you say no to that? So I sprinted over and took a look at the spider web. Mitchel was right. It was awesome.

Mitchel, thanks for reminding how to be an awesome Grandma to my awesomest grandson Mitchel.

Happy Birthday Sandy!

2011-09-02T09:22:00.003-06:00

Dear Sandy,

Here is a story I wrote just for you because you are my most wonderful treasure.

Sandy and the Silver Purse

Grandma Baadsgaard

When Sandy turned seven her Grandmother gave her a silver purse with a diamond studded buckle. Inside the velvet lined purse was a small mirror, one sparkly hair clip, two sparkly pink earrings and three sparkly necklaces.

“I know you love sparkly things,” Grandma said. “I want you to have fun wearing your new jewelry but I want you to make me a promise.”

“A promise?” Sandy asked.

“Whenever you open your purse I want you to look in that little mirror,” her Grandma said. “When you see your own sparkle you will find the most precious treasure.”

“What do you mean?” Sandy asked.

“When you look in the mirror, you will see . . . you. Sandy, you are the most precious treasure of all. The world has lots of expensive things that dazzle our eyes,” Grandma answered, “but sparkly things can’t compete with the real treasure that is you. You are more precious than even the largest most expensive diamond in the world!”

“I am?” Sandy asked.

“Yes!” her Grandma said. “Each time you open this purse I want you to say ‘I am a beloved daughter of God. I am worth more than all the treasures in the world.”

“I am?” Sandy asked.

“Yes,” her Grandma answered. “God’s love for you makes you sparkle and shine just like these jewels. Only your sparkle comes from the love you have inside you. This jewelry will rust and break over time. You, on the other hand, will only grow more and more shimmering and full of light as you share your sparkle with those around you.”

“I like to share,” Sandy said. “It makes me feel happy.”

“Then you know the secret,” Grandma said. “Love will never fail you as long as you give it away.”

“I like to sing,” Sandy said.

“Those who wish to sing always find a song,” Grandma said. “Find your song Sandy and always share the music inside you.”

“I like to dance,” Sandy said.

“We enter and leave the stage of life so quickly,” Grandma answered. Never stop dancing. When you dance, you share your sparkle with everyone who is watching.”

“I know how to ride a two-wheeler now,” Sandy said. “It was hard and I got hurt but I learned.”

“Always keep your courage to try new things. Don’t let the sparkle of courage fade,” Grandma answered.

“I lost my two front teeth and sometimes I’m too embarrassed to smile.” Sandy said. “I think someone might make fun of me.”

“My teeth are falling out too; only mine won’t grow back. Who we are on the inside matters most. How we treat other people is what makes us beautiful. We can lose all our teeth and still be beautiful beyond measure if we love someone.”

“Sometimes I don’t do the right thing.” Sandy said.

“Me too,” Grandma answered. “We all make mistakes. But making a mistake doesn’t mean we are a mistake. God loves us just the way we are.”

“Everybody wants me to hurry but I like to live slow.”

“Listen to the rhythm inside you. Set your own pace. Be very still and you will always hear the melody inside your heart.”

Sandy opened the silver purse and looked inside. She saw her reflection in the mirror. Then she smiled.

“Is there magic in this mirror?”

“The magic is inside you,” Grandma said. “Now what are you going to say every time you open the purse?”

“I am a beloved daughter of God. I am worth more than all the treasure in the world.” Sandy answered.

“I love you Sandy,” Grandma said reaching out her arms, “to the universe and beyond.”

“I love you too Grandma,” Sandy answered as she wrapped her arms around her Grandma’s neck and kissed her on the cheek.

Happy Birthday Kate!!!

2011-09-01T15:23:00.001-06:00

Happy Birthday Kate!

I love you SO much. Here is a poem I wrote just for you

Katie and Grandma

When Katie smiles for Grandma

And holds her hands up high

The day feels so much brighter

Even fairies breathe a sigh

Katie’s face lights up the room

Eyes sparkle like the sun

Her cheeks are soft and squishy

Legs are ready for a run

Katie likes to touch

Grandma’s silver hair

Then grab her wire glasses

And fling them in the air

Grandma doesn’t mind

She just plays peek-a-boo

For Katie will only be a baby

For just a year or two

Grandma soaks in all the love

As she kisses her downy hair

For Katie is Grandma’s treasure

They make a joyful pair.

Mother Love Pioneer Style

2011-09-01T10:40:00.000-06:00

Sandy, Emily and Libby Baadsgaard acting out a favorite family pioneer story.

During the summer we had our son and his family stay at our cabin during the Utah Pioneer Days Celebration. In addition to good food and parades we had a family home evening where we acted out our favorite family pioneer stories.

One of my favorites involves one of my ancestors, a pioneer mother, who had her baby stolen by the Indians living in the area. When she asked for help to ride out and get her baby back, no one was willing to take the risk of getting killed. So did this mother sit around wondering what to do? No way! She rode out by herself, found the Indian camp, located her baby, grabbed her precious child in her arms, mounted the horse and rode back home. Did that mother think twice about the personal risk? Probably not. Somebody took her baby and she was willing to do anything to get that baby back.

Mothers are like that.

Caleb Is Improving!

2011-09-01T10:28:00.000-06:00

Caleb is doing much better.

I sincerely thank you for all your prayers.

They truly make a difference.

Caleb Needs Your Prayers

2011-08-29T12:05:00.002-06:00

MY HEROS: Caleb, Dallan, Mitchel, Matty, Josh and April

My grandson Caleb is in Primary Children's Hospital battling an infection. He needs all our prayers.

When my daughter called at midnight and asked if I could watch her other three boys while they were at the hospital, I was so grateful there was something I could do to help. As my worried daughter and her husband were pulling away in their van in and dark and rain, April said, "Just crawl in our bed and try to get some sleep Mom."

So I did.

Before long my four-year-old grandson climbed in his parent's bed and snuggled up.

Toward morning I felt Mitchel touching my head . . . all over.

"Mom? Is that you or Dad?" Mitchel asked.

"It's Grandma," I answered.

"Oh," Mitchel answered matter-of-factly just like Grandma crawled in his parents bed every night.

Then he drifted back into a deep comfortable sleep.

You know we do a lot of things we think are important in our lives, but the years have taught me that being a comfort to a child is pretty much right up there near the top of my list.

My grandson Caleb was born without a brain and has had to fight for survival every day of his life. He is my hero - but so are his parents and brothers Mitchel, Josh and Matty. Every day they take of Caleb's many needs with joy and gratitude for his presence. Every day they gently care for and deeply love someone who can not take care of himself. Their daily quiet constant acts of service to their brother and son is at the pinnacle of my list.

Sharing a Beautiful Post by my daughter

2011-08-22T10:01:00.001-06:00

Spiral Shell

Arianne Baadsgaard Cope

I’ve always been captivated by spiral shells. It’s meditative to trace their spiral pattern, gently growing outward before coming to a point.

Like my daughter, I collected snail shells when I was little. They were the only shell available to me in a mountain desert. I tried to imagine what it was like inside that simple little house. There were no real rooms, surely. Just a narrowing circular tunnel in the dark. It either must feel incredibly safe in there, I imagined, or terribly claustrophobic.

Here in the Pacific my fascination with spiral shells has grown. I love finding weathered shells on the beach where the inner chambers of a shell have been revealed by sand and wave.

Life is a spiral, I’ve learned. Not some journey between point A and B on a time line. Life turns in on itself, gently but surely bending around.

In nowhere has this been more apparent than in Samoa. You see, this place was very much a part of me before I ever wiggled my toes on its sandy shores. Until I was old enough to realize otherwise I thought the whole world was only two places--Utah and Samoa.

You see, my Dad lived in Samoa for two years between the formative ages of 19 and 21. He was here as a missionary, preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ.

He told me stories about this place. Taught me songs and words from the Samoan language. I used to sift through his box of Samoan treasures often, pressing my hand respectfully into the smooth Ava bowl, holding the shells to my ear, studying the pattern on the tapa cloth, and tying on lava lavas. It was his amazing pictures of this place that got me interested in photography. I learned the ins and outs of photography using the sturdy vintage SLR he brought with him here.

My Dad’s parents kept a coconut he mailed them on their mantle. I can still see it there, with the stamp pressed on its husk, their address printed on its surface in my Dad’s tiny, deliberate handwriting.

To me, Samoa was as significant a country as China or Russia. Even more so. I had no understanding of population sizes or power. I was captivated by this place. It must be terribly important to everyone else as well. This is how my children feel about Spain, the country where their daddy served a mission.

Like Spain transformed Jared, Samoa transformed my father. It became a part of who he is and therefore a part of all his children.

I wonder what parts of him thread back to this place. His generosity has a Samoan feel to it. His way of saying a lot with a few words is something I see here all the time. He has a steady gentleness to him, my Dad. I feel it in the waves here. I think of him every time I step outside. There simply must have been something about this place that my Dad needed, to become who he is. So the tides brought him here to become it.

I must need it too. How else do you explain that I ended up, of all the places in the world, right here, washed upon the same shores, walking under the same coconut trees?

Dad was here more than 35 years ago. But it feels strangely like we’re here at the same time. I’ll be out on a street and turn around, suddenly, expecting to see him. The money here never leaves—coins from the 1960s and 1970s are still circulating. I swear I can see his finger prints on them. Isn’t that him sitting behind me on the old rickety bus? I turn around. No. It was just a feeling.

I know he’s at home 7,000 miles away, dealing with a life 10 children and several decades have loaded on his shoulders. But he’s here with me too. You see, the circles of our lives have overlapped. In this spiral shell he’s just one turn ahead of me. I can reach up and feel the step of his young self on the ceiling. I hear his muffled echo.

And I imagine him pausing, back in 1973, in the market buying bananas or walking through a village, because it feels like someone he knows just passed by. He’s sitting watching the waves crash against the black cliffs and wondering why he doesn’t feel alone. He doesn’t know me yet. But I’m already a part of him.

He’ll circle away from Samoa and toward me. And then I’ll circle away from him and toward Samoa. Life is spiraling us around in a beautiful, simple dance.

I’ve always been captivated by spiral shells.

Hiking Kings Peak

2011-08-21T10:40:00.005-06:00

Climbing mountains is not easy - but the view from the top is worth the struggle get there.

Each of us has mountains to climb in life but the change in our heart and our perspective is worth the struggle.

My husband Ross and my son John climbed the highest peak in Utah this weekend. This hike takes several days and requires some good legs and lungs. The first day you have to pack camping gear and food on your back then set up a base camp. The next day you finish climbing to the peak.

John is rightfully proud of his accomplishment. He might not fully understand, until he almost sixty like his father, but hiking Kings Peak is also quite a feat for the man at his side.

Kings Peak has become a rite of passage for the young men in our family. Because Ross didn't want to miss having this experience with his youngest son, he has been up every morning at 5:30 speed walking for a hour and a half ever since John was born fourteen years ago. And when I say every morning that is what I mean - rain or shine. . . blizzard or sub-freezing temperatures do not stop this man.

I have often asked myself what motivates a man to leave a warm bed every morning and venture into the harsh weather conditions of Utah year-round. Now I know.

Ross is motivated by love - deep abiding love for his family. He knows he needs a strong healthy body to be the kind of husband and father he wants to be. Ross has heavy responsibilities at work and at church so he fits in his exercise time while the rest of us sleep.

Congratulations Ross and John!

You are both my heroes!

Don't Stop Having Children Too Soon

2011-08-17T19:16:00.001-06:00

Even though I'm fifty-seven, I have a daughter in sixth grade. She starts her final year of elementary school on Monday. Alisa is the last of my ten children. Watching her grow up has touched my soul in a tender way that only comes at the end of your children's childhood. I'm savoring these sunset days with a singular awareness and gratitude.

Yes, my doctor told me I was too old. Yes, I'd read all the statistics about having children in your forties along with all the possible problems. Yes, the pregnancy was difficult. Yes, I was told my baby would have significant genetic problems. The medical people were wrong. My daughter was born perfectly healthy.

Janene and Alisa

God had a gift for me and I chose to receive that gift with faith, trust and deep rejoicing. So to all you women out there who feel too tired or too old to have more children I say, "Leave your options open. You don't know how you will feel a few years down the road. You don't know what message God will whisper in your ear. You don't know what gift God is waiting to give you."

Grandmas Rule With a Soft Fist

2011-08-14T09:13:00.000-06:00

DOWN HOME with Granny B

Make a friend with a grandma today for they are not always the quiet soft-spoken fragile women you might suppose.

* Grandmas know how to be fiercely tough and soft at the same time.

* Grandmas love their children and grandchildren with a loyalty and intensity you do not see in other relationships. (You better not mess with this grandma's children or grandchildren.)

* Grandmas are always your biggest fan.

* Grandmas have lived long enough to know what to fight for and what hills to die on. They choose their battles carefully.

* Grandmas might not see or hear well but they love more deeply than the ocean.

* Grandma might have yellow teeth and whiskers on their chin but they understand that true beauty always lies within.

* Grandmas would face a racing train or a firing squad if they thought if would save their child or grandchild.

So the next time you see a little old lady, just remember there is a mighty strong loving grandma residing in that tiny frail body . . . imagine her in super hero tights and a cape. Grandmas Rock.

Baadsgaard Man Camp

2011-08-14T08:37:00.001-06:00

Every August all the guys

in our family plan what they call

"Man Camp".

They enjoy four-wheeling, fishing, camping, hiking

and camp fire stories.

Welcome home guys.

Hope you had a great time.

Luau Fun

2011-08-10T09:00:00.002-06:00

My son Joseph had a sudden appendix rupture a few weeks ago. He was in serious condition and had to spend a long time in the hospital. While his wife Martha and I stayed at his bedside, an army of loving people stepped in to bring meals, mow lawns and tend children. As a thank you Joseph and Martha invited us all to a luau . The dancers brought us all into the fun. Thanks Joseph and Martha for such a fun evening.

Cove Fort Days

2011-08-08T14:00:00.001-06:00

My family spent some time at Cove Fort Days this weekend.

We learned how the pioneers made soap, pottery, and cloth. We watched children play on pioneer toys and watched a film about Joseph Smith. We took a ride on a horse drawn wagon and toured the restored fort. We visited tents with handcrafted goods, ate a free lunch and listened to muscial performers.

Each time I attend I think about my ancestors who helped settle the American West with their own hands. I love learning about how they raised animals, gardens and children.

I have so much respect for their faith, resourcefulness and hard work. Cove Fort Days wouldn't happen without many willing volunteers. A big thank you to everyone who makes this event possible for me and my family.

The Ups and Downs of Life

2011-08-01T08:05:00.002-06:00

My daughter Arianne is spending four months in Samoa - a place that by all accounts is a paradise. She sends along such beautiful pictures for me to enjoy. Yet her experience in Samoa - much like the journey each of us take through life - is a mixture of both pleasure and pain. This past week her whole family has been sick with a variety of ailments.

Perhaps that is the purpose of our existence - the majesty, mystery and paradox.

We can't have mortal life without the possibility of death.

We can't have health without sickness.

We can't have joy without pain.

What Do I Do With My Ten-Year-Old Son?

2011-07-26T20:52:00.001-06:00

DOWN HOME with Granny B

Dear Granny B:

I need some insight into the heart and mind of the 10 year old boy. Certainly they are not all the same, but in general.... what do I need to know? I feel like my sweet and happy child is growing up, and sometimes he sounds more snarky and unhappy than I can stand. He is a good boy, and I love him so much- but I am so frustrated because I feel like his 6 and 8 year old siblings are more content, competent and capable than he is- but he has certainly been the recipient of as much time, love and training. We have made a special effort to do things as parents just with him, but it seems like the more we do just with him the more unkind and impatient he is with his siblings. We have loved him and helped him in every way we know how. We have sent countless prayers to heaven for him. Please help me understand him better.

A Concerned mother

Dear Concerned mother,

It is obvious that you are a dedicated and loving mother - thus your concern.

My first piece of advice is this . . . no one really has the whole answer for you - yep that means even me.

Even though you don't realize it, you have more insight into your son than you know because you love him.

The truth is: the only real expert is God so keep consulting that source.

Another great resource is other mothers . . . especially those with large families. Pick their brains for ideas and even more importantly for perspective. For example: they might tell you that their obnoxious, snarky, unhappy ten-year-old son grew up to be a competent and happy adult. They might tell you that all children go through times when they are more than difficult to live with and this is just the beginning of the roller-coaster ride that is coming. So hold on tight and don't base your self-worth on your child's decisions. The only person you can control is . . . you. You only control how YOU turn out.

If this is new behavior for your son, you might want to analyze how much he has on his plate. Is he stressed out or bored because he has too much to do or not enough? Young boys have so much energy. They need to work off some of that energy through chores, yard work, sports or family promoted exercise programs. But also make sure he is not over-scheduled. Most boys love the out-doors. Make it a family priority to get out into nature as much as possible.

Also . . . most likely, hormones are starting.

So hang in there. You're doing better than you think you are and so is your son.

love,

Granny B

Backyard Photos by my son John

2011-07-21T08:50:00.002-06:00

The beauty of summer right in my own back yard.

Grandmahood is a hoot

2011-07-18T15:12:00.001-06:00

Grandma hood is a hoot. I love making home-made whole wheat bread and raspberry jam from my own raspberry patch. I enjoy making quilts and booties for my grandchildren. But the greatest joy is babies everywhere to hug and hold and love! (and I don't even have to be pregnant for nine months to get one..)

My Home in the Rocky Mountains

2011-07-17T09:09:00.002-06:00

I love my home

nestled in a quiet valley

at the base of the Rocky Mountains.

Always my grand snow- capped guardians

are there -

towering above me -

offering me a sense of wonder and protection.

My family spends most of our free time exploring

the mountains near our home.

This weekend we hiked on Loafer Mountain

then took our four-wheelers to the top of Tower Mountain.

Hiking in the Rocky Mountains near my home in Utah.

When I see blue sky I know the summit is near.

I'm always tempted to stop before I reach the top - yet always rewarded when I don't give up until I reach the summit.

There is majestic beauty in the grand panoramic view at the summit - and in a simple leaf on stone.

While four-wheeling on Tower Mountain I met a bear. Good thing he seemed as scared of me as I was of him.

More Photos of Samoa

2011-07-16T22:15:00.001-06:00

I love sharing these beautiful images captured by my daughter Annie.

My daughter Arianne and her husband Jared and four children are spending several months in Samoa. Because Arianne's father spent two years in Samoa as a Mormon missionary these pictures are an extra delight for us. . .

Sammy discovering the island treasures

The beautiful island of American Samoa.

Arianne with baby Liam, daughter Sophia and sons Sammy and Logan

Life is a Circle

2011-07-14T08:28:00.002-06:00

There is no green like the green on a tropical island.

Arianne's view from her hotel window

The port in American Samoa is brimming with ships.

Arianne's first sunrise in Samoa.

One of the interesting things about life is that if you live long enough everything seems to come full circle . . . all the seemingly random things that happen to us seem to foreshadow events in the future that we can not yet see or imagine. But I have lived long enough to know that nothing happens outside God's grand design.

As a college student I felt drawn to the Middle East and spent all my savings to go on a archaeological dig in Beersheba in the Negev Desert in Israel. Years later my daughter Aubrey would become an archaeologist and work in the Middle East.

When he was nineteen years old my husband Ross spent two years in Samoa as a Mormon missionary. Just this week my daughter Arianne arrived in Samoa with her husband and four young children. They will be there for four months while her husband is the engineer on a massive land slide rebuilding operation.

If there are no random events, if even one sparrow's fall does not escape God's notice - perhaps we might learn to see all the events in our lives as generous gifts from a loving Father in Heaven who knows best how to tutor and love us.

Baadsgaard Family Reunion 2011

2011-07-05T19:02:00.008-06:00

We had a family reunion over the July 4th weekend with all of our ten children,their spouses and 20 grandchildren up at our cabin. I am so blessed to have of these wonderful people in my life.

There Comes A Time

2011-06-29T15:40:00.001-06:00

DOWN HOME with Granny B

One of the advantages of growing older is that sooner or later you learn. You can learn the hard way or the easy way. I usually learn the hard way.

I spent way too much of my life maintaining destructive relationships.

That's why I so love this quote I found posted by a friend on face book today. She didn't mention who wrote it . . . but who ever it was . . . thank you.

"There comes a time in your life when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh.

Forget the bad, and focus on the good.

Love people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don't.

Life is too short to be anything but happy.

Falling down is a part of life . . . getting back up is living."

Graduation Day

2011-06-26T13:36:00.001-06:00

My son-in-law Klye Poffenberger graduated from his residency yesterday. This is the last step in a thirteen year long goal to be an anesthesiologist. He will now be taking a post in Pennsylvania. Not only am I extremely proud of him for all his hard work but I find myself wanting to thank all the doctors and nurses out there who do their best to save lives.

Because I've had a daughter, son and grandson in the hospital in the past few weeks in emergency situations I realize that we all depend on these educated people to help us in our greatest hour of need. Most of the time we are quick to judge if they make mistakes or don't do things the way we think they should. But today I just feel deeply grateful that these dedicated men and women devote so much of their lives to saving ours.

So . . . congratulations Kyle. And thank you for choosing to help the rest of us when we don't have the skills or knowledge to help ourselves. Thank you for taking on enormous debt and working for 13 long years to put yourself in a position to save my children. I have the deepest respect and appreciation for you.

I love you Kyle. Thank you for being such a terrific husband, father and doctor. You have devoted your life to all of us and we thank you.
Mom

Life Is So Fragile and So Dear

2011-06-24T00:07:00.003-06:00

My son Joseph's appendix ruptured today. He is in intensive care. My heart aches for him and for every other person in pain.  As I took his fevered hand in mine and stroked his feet to comfort him today, I thought of the day he was born - his tiny body so soon parted from my own. How I longed to keep him always safe and warm. Yet God's design is so much grandeur than my own.

My children are God's greatest gifts to me. How I love being their mother. How I long to take their pain away.  Yet I am aware that all of life's deepest and most meaningful gifts of knowledge, wisdom and experience have come only through pain.

In the past few weeks my grandson Caleb has been in the hospital with a life threatening condition, my daughter Amy had emergency surgery to have her appendix removed and now my son Joseph also has suffered a ruptured appendix. All three conditions have brought my dear ones near death.

Facing the tenuous nature of life so many times in such a few days has left me deeply humbled. Life is so fragile and so dear.

Through these difficult weeks I've watched as my healthy children have come to the aid of their brothers and sisters in pain with babysitting, meals, prayers, gifts, cards, phone calls, flowers and visits. There is a deep abiding strength that comes when close loving family members bear each other burdens.

Where there is great love, there are always miracles.

Where there is great love, even life's most bitter moments can be sweet.

Old Age Forgetfulness

2011-06-17T08:14:00.002-06:00

DOWN HOME with Granny B

Most of us know that sometimes as we age we tend to become a bit more forgetful. That's probably true for me but frankly I think I've been a bit forgetful all my life. Now that I'm getting older it is just handy to have something to blame my forgetfulness on. So far I haven't lost me but you never know . . . That's why this ditty makes me laugh.

"I have gone out to find myself. If I should get back before I return, please ask me to wait right here!" Unknown

Books Without Borders

2011-06-14T23:06:00.002-06:00

Books Without Borders Literary Group

As an author I'm often asked to speak to large groups of people, but large groups of people can be so impersonal. So my favorite requests come from small intimate women's book groups who ask me to visit after they've read one of my books. I know our conversation will be warm and witty for women who love books always make such interesting companions.

Tonight I met with the Books Without Borders literary group in Orem, Utah and enjoyed my visit immensely. We talked about my new book, "For Every Mother" and pretty much everything else that popped into our heads. Thank you, fellow book lovers, for a wonderful evening.

Update on Caleb

2011-06-13T08:08:00.001-06:00

A Full Heart by April Moody

Caleb has been home for over a week, and he has improved each day! We came home needing about 4 liters of oxygen, and now he's down to 1.5 liters. The light has come back into his little eye, and he sneaks us sweet smiles to help us know he's okay.

Our home sounds so much better with hum of his machines,

and we've all been catching up on snuggles and smooches!

When we were admitted to the PICU, I was sure we'd be there for weeks. I don't think I've ever seen him so sick. But I could also feel the power of prayer lifting our spirits. I know Caleb was closely attended by heaven. It is humbling to know that I am a part of a miracle that is so often the combined effort of so many heart felt prayers. Thank you for exercising your faith in our families behalf. Thank you for loving our little boy, and thank you for your prayers. Our hearts are full.

An Autobiography in 5 Chapters

2011-06-12T08:02:00.002-06:00

DOWN HOME with Granny B

When you get older, you're suppose to get wiser.

That is not always the case with me.
But I'm slowly learning a few morsels of joyful living.

Whenever I notice myself dealing with the same issue over and over again I like to reread this favorite story of mine.

Problem is I can't remember who wrote this. It wasn't me, but I sure like it.

AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN 5 CHAPTERS

Chapter 1
I walk down a street. There's a huge hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. It's not my fault. It takes forever to get out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street. There is a huge hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in, again. I cannot believe that I'm in this same hole! But it's still not my fault. It takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street. There is a huge hole in the sidewalk. I see it. I fall in - it's a habit! - but my eyes are open. I know where I am. I admit it's my fault. I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk AROUND IT.
Chapter 5
I walk down a DIFFERENT STREET.

Inner Stillness

2011-06-10T08:34:00.003-06:00

As a mother of a large family I often find myself wishing that I could be in more than one place at a time - for I so desire to meet the needs of my husband, children and grandchildren. But because I am only one I must be still and ask, "Who needs me most now," then listen and respond. The greatest desire of my heart is to love each member of my family the way they need to be loved.

Yet each day I must accept my limitations and trust God to fill in the places where I can not be. When I am still, very still, I watch in awe as God's tender mercies play out on the stage of my family. Without a word from me, I quietly observe God's healing hands in action as my husband, children and grandchildren step forward to serve and love each other.

"Let us, then, labor for an inward stillness--

an inward stillness and an upward healing;

that perfect silence where the lips and heart are still,

and we no longer entertain

our own imperfect thoughts and vain options,

but God alone speaks to us,

and we wait in singleness of heart,

that we may know His will,

and in the silence of our spirits,

that we may do His will and do that only."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tessa's Blessing Day

2011-06-07T16:24:00.005-06:00

My dear little granddaughter Tessa was blessed on Sunday. It was a wonderful peaceful day.

But sometimes life comes at you pretty fast.

The next day her mother (my daughter Amy) had abdominal pain and within hours her appendix ruptured.

She is now in the hospital recovering after emergency surgery.

Life is so precious, unpredictable and fragile. Please send your prayers.

New Beginnings In My Own Backyard

2011-06-05T21:26:00.000-06:00

My son John walked into my office the other day and asked if he could use my new camera to take pictures in our back yard. I am still in awe at the beauty he found.

Baby Apples

Baby Pine Growth

Snow Ball

Baby Hollyhocks

Baby Raspberries

Lilac

Baby Peas

Baby grapes

Baby Cherries

Irus

Spring kept us waiting this year. Perhaps that is why we don't take the wonder of new life for granted this season. Those things we have to wait for - those blessings that come only after months of dark and cold seem all the more glorious.

Caleb is Home!

2011-06-03T06:58:00.001-06:00

Caleb was so much courage and quiet strength.

My daughter April climbed right into the hospital bed with her son Caleb to comfort him.

Caleb was able to come home.

He is not out of the woods yet

but is well enough to continue his recovery at home.

Thank you so much for your prayers and concern.
Although Caleb was born without a brain,
he was not born without a soul.
When you are with Caleb,
he gently invites you to dismiss the cares of the world
and cherish the moment.
He doesn't shed tears, but he does shed light.
In a busy world,
Caleb invites us to slow down and listen.
Caleb has a mission. His life matters.
Because of Caleb, we know we are more than our bodies,
more than our circumstances,
more than our abilities,
more than our capacity to work,
more than our intellect,
more than our possessions,
and more than our accomplishments.
The sacred essence of our value
is and will always be
our unique, priceless and immortal soul.

Happy Birthday Emily!

2011-05-29T11:29:00.001-06:00

Emily and Rudy

Grandma Baadsgaard

(This is a special story for my granddaughter Emily on her ninth birthday.)

Emily has a cat named Rudy. Or perhaps one ought to say . . . the mighty Rudy has a girl named Emily.

“Mom,” Emily sighed one night as her mother tucked her in bed, “Rudy thinks he is a wild tiger. When I try to pet him, he scratches me. I wish Rudy was a nice kitty.”

“Pets are like people,” her mom answered. They come in all varieties. But every single one has something loveable about them. You just have to keep paying attention and pretty soon you’ll know what that is.

So Emily carefully watched Rudy every day after that.

The next day when Emily said, “Come here!” Rudy pounced out of sight. He was more interested in a cricket in their back yard.

When Emily rode her bike with her friend Maysie, Rudy darted under her bare feet and made her fall off her bike.

When Emily played on the trampoline with Taylor and Dillon, Rudy meowed and meowed until she picked him up. But when Emily tried to jump, Rudy panicked, scratched her cheek and flew off the trampoline.

When she practiced her piano, Rudy rubbed his body fur back and forth on the sliding glass door and looked so lonely Emily just had to let him inside. Then Rudy scratched the couch with his long claws so Emily tried to catch him and put him out again. But Rudy ran into the laundry room, jumped in a basket of nicely folded clean clothes and left a pile of matted cat hair and muddy paw prints all over everything.

Emily started wondering if she would ever find something loveable about Rudy. Then one day, quite unexpectedly, it happened. Emily was outside on her swing set crying. Her grandma had given her a sparkly lady bug pin for her birthday but her younger sisters found it when she was at school and lost it.

Emily was dangling her feet on the swing and rubbing her red eyes when she spied Rudy in the tall grass. He pounced on a grasshopper. Then all of a sudden he leaped straight in the air, did a back flip and plopped up-side-down on the ground.

Emily laughed so hard she forgot why she was sad.

“Oh Rudy,” Emily said with a smile.

“I think I know one thing that is loveable about Rudy,” Emily said as her mother tucked her in bed that night. “He makes me laugh.”

Caleb is improving

2011-05-29T11:27:00.002-06:00

Caleb is making steady improvements at the hospital.

Thank you so much for all your prayers in his behalf.

Caleb's Get Well Poster at the hospital.

My daugher April kissing her son Caleb

Caleb working very hard to get better.

Caleb is in the hospital

2011-05-26T07:35:00.001-06:00

My grandson Caleb is in the PICU at the Primary's Children's Hospital in SLC.

Please send along your prayers. He is a very sick little boy.

The Joys of Marriage and Family

2011-05-24T08:52:00.001-06:00

My husband spoke at a Seminary Graduation this past Sunday. He talked about the stress that comes with graduation and the sudden realization that you have to start making adult decisions for yourself. He told the students that there were many people who loved them and were praying for them. He told them that there were others praying for them that they couldn't see right now. Then he related an experience in his own life when he was their age.

My husband Ross was the janitor at the stake center when he graduated from high school. One of his assignments was to dust the pipes to the large organ. Most of the pipes were behind the ones you see in the chapel in a small private room. He told them that up to this point his decisions about what college to attend, an upcoming mission and what career to choose were foremost on his mind. But when he was alone in the pipe room, the words to his Patriarchal blessing came to his mind . . . they were, "Your greatest assignment in life will be that of raising a family. Through the teachings that you give to your children and seeing them grow into man and womanhood, believing in the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ, patterning their life in a way that they can do much good here, you will receive your greatest joy."

Right at that moment he fell to his knees and plead with his Father in Heaven to help him be a good father and husband.

Then he said, "Now a good wife and ten wonderful children later, I realize that there were ten people in heaven praying for me to make good decisions. Their pleading and my pleading with God opened the window to the greatest blessings in my life."

Both my husband and I know that our children prayed for us before they were born. Those prayers sustained us through those difficult adolescent years. Now as we see our growing posterity we are filled with so much joy. We receive our greatest happiness by being sweethearts and our opportunity to be parents to our wonderful children and grandchildren.

Baadsgaard Bylines

An Interview with my daughter April about her son Caleb

Happy Birthday Emma

Celebrating Caleb's Life

Goodbye Caleb

Caleb Needs Your Prayers

Creating Beauty From All The Varied Pieces of Our Lives

Science Fair Projects

Mother's Blessing

Faces of Adoption

Jesus - Our Older Brother and Best Friend

Dr. Aubrey Baadsgaard Releases New Publication

Isabella is Sealed to our Family Today!

Foster Parenting Awakens the Miracle of Love

Happy Birthday Caleb

Treasured Christmas Gifts From My Family

I Love Note To A Treasured New Friend I've Never Met

Isabella is adopted today!

Happy Birthday Mitchell

DOWN HOME with Granny B

A Poem For The Middle Child

We are valuable and we are loved because of who we are not what we do.

The Boy Who Was Born Without A Brain

More Pictures From Samoa

Happy Birthday Sophia

Happy Birthday Bradley!

New Horizon's Orchestra Concert On Thursday

Halloween Faces

Catch the Beauty While You Can

Exploring Out-Of-The-Way Places in Utah

What Brings Me Joy

Trying to Balance Too Much?

Fall Break in Southern Utah

Prince Rylan

The Goldfish Whisperer

Grandma Hands

Payson Temple Groundbreaking Ceremony

Remedies for Maternal Guilt

Why I Love To Go 4-Wheeling In Autumn

Real Life is Full of Ups and Downs - So Enjoy the Ride!

Monarch Miracles

Autumn in Utah

Those Who Are With Young

The Winds of Change

Happy Birthday Liam!

Unsung Heroes at Stake Conference

Writing is Awesome and Fun!

Sharing a Post by my daughter April

Stake Conference Weekend Is Coming!

Don't Be a Lazy Grandma

Happy Birthday Sandy!

Happy Birthday Kate!!!

Mother Love Pioneer Style

Caleb Is Improving!

Caleb Needs Your Prayers

Sharing a Beautiful Post by my daughter

Hiking Kings Peak

Don't Stop Having Children Too Soon

Grandmas Rule With a Soft Fist

Baadsgaard Man Camp

Luau Fun

Cove Fort Days

The Ups and Downs of Life

What Do I Do With My Ten-Year-Old Son?

Backyard Photos by my son John

Grandmahood is a hoot

My Home in the Rocky Mountains

More Photos of Samoa

Life is a Circle

Baadsgaard Family Reunion 2011

There Comes A Time

Graduation Day

Life Is So Fragile and So Dear

Old Age Forgetfulness

Books Without Borders

Update on Caleb

A Full Heartby April Moody

An Autobiography in 5 Chapters

Inner Stillness

Tessa's Blessing Day

A Full Heart by April Moody