Provo City Center Temple Tour

We sure enjoyed our Provo City Center Temple Tour.

Disney World Fun

We sure had fun with Aubrey and Kyle and Rylan and Griffen at Disney World in January.

Birthday Poem for a Sixteen-Year-Old

NOW THAT I’M SIXTEEN

by

Grandma Baadsgaard

Happy Birthday Josh. I sure love you.

Now that I’m sixteen,

I’m old enough to drive.

Everyone stay off the roads,

If you want to survive.

Now that I’m sixteen,

I’m old enough to date.

I hope she says, “Yes,”

Before it is too late.

Now that I’m sixteen,

I fix pizzas with a flare.

Get your Papa Murphy’s

But only if you dare.

Now that I’m sixteen,

I make stuff that explodes.

Parents getting grey hair

Afraid they will implode.

Now that I’m sixteen,

I’m ordained to be a priest

I see a man emerging

At times and places at least

Now that I’m sixteen

I bless the sacrament

In white shirt, tie and suit coat

I knell – a prayer is sent

First the cups are filled

Next I break the bread.

Then slowly I read

And sacred words are said.

 Soon I will leave home

Take Christ’s promise with me -

For I’ll serve a mission

Where God will help me see -

That life is so much more

Than getting just for me.

It is giving and receiving love

Joy and peace you can see.

When I return home

I will grow to be much more

For when you work with God

Your manhood learns to soar

Birthday Poem for a Nine-Year-Old

NINE TIMES NINE

By 

Grandma Baadsgaarad

Happy Birthday. I love you Isabella with all my heart.

Being nine is surely a sign

I’m growing up too fast.

Afraid my childhood won’t last.

So I won’t waste a day

For running around and play.

Being nine is surely fine

If I don’t miss a day in the sun

Fly to the moon or stay on the run

If I hear music in my heart

Or sing out like a lark

“Wow I’m nine - the world is mine!”

I’ll be a lion who roars

Or a bird who dips and soars

I’ll climb every tree

So I’m way up high to see

Turning nine is so divine

I’ll eat birthday treats and say,

“I’m royalty the whole day.”

I’ll open presents and eat cake

There’s a fine party for my sake.

When you’re nine you can’t whine

For whining is for babies -

Not for fine young ladies.

I’m old enough to say, “Sorry and please.”

I’m too old to poke or tease.

When you’re nine people say, “Toe the line.”

But I’ll have you know - I am free

Because I’ll always be me

A little older and a little bolder.

no matter how old I be.