I have been a Primary teacher for the past few years. I like it a lot because it gives me a chance to know kids in the ward that otherwise would be strangers to me. And, I am learning all sorts of lessons about love and patience and what it might be like to teach my own children gospel principles. Last week during the final meeting, we had a mini-lesson that gave every person in the room a chance to stand up and "fill in the blanks" of the following phrases. It was beautiful, and I decided that I would use it to frame tonight's blog post. My name is __________________.  I [like to] __________________, but most importantly I am a child of God.  I like the idea of it, this one simple [and enormous] thing that everyone could testify of. Tender. My name is Krystle. I like to wash dishes and organize things, but most importantly I am a child of God. My name is Krystle. I make mistakes more often than I would like, but most importantly I am a child of God . My...

It's been a good day. Nothing particularly earth-shattering, just a quiet feeling of peace that everything is going to be okay and life is lovely. I think that sometimes the Lord blesses us with good days so that we can endure. We are given little glimpses of beauty, little tastes of pure bliss because then, when we do have to see the bad, have to endure the bitter, we have a memory of a more delicious time, of something delightful. And we know that more of those good moments are ahead, so we can get through the moments that aren't so good. Yep. That's what I think. It's been a good day.

Maybe Baby, It's gonna be quieter around here for a bit. We're done writing these daily messages. I just thought I'd let you know that even when the messages end, we will still think of you every day.  The difference is this: the messages we have for you from this point out will be kept in our hearts, not published for the world wide web.   The last and biggest message we have to share? We love you, and we will try to wait patiently until we meet you. __________________________________________ [We are hoping to adopt. You can view our It's About Love Profile  HERE .] [Read about this series and read the other messages  HERE .]

Maybe Baby, Your mama is amazing.  I love her to pieces.  She is really funny and makes the most adorable faces.  Sometimes she catches me looking at her and blushes.  I love it.  Your Mama is so special to me I wanted our proposal to reflect that.  Let me explain. For family-home-evening. My dad would always find a classic movie for us to enjoy: Sabrina, Singing in the Rain , or a recent John Wayne purchase (dad's favorite). In these movies the woman was surprised when the man would propose.  It was always a shock but a no brainer that was the answer to their situation.  I would ask couples how they got engaged, went ring shopping, and did everything before he proposed. I wanted special, I wanted old fashioned. Driving home on a special Wednesday from Salt Lake, I dropped by Wilson Diamonds, and picked out a ring. On the drive home I arranged to talk her dad to ask his permission and blessing. I also arranged the prop...

Maybe Baby, How do I know what lessons you need to hear until I see your face and hold your little hand? I don't. How do I know what advice you might need when you are an angst filled teenager?  I don't. Right now, I spout off vague silly wonderings, not really knowing what you will like to know or what you really need to get through life.  Heavenly Father places people in our lives who are exactly what we need. I have a friend who makes me laugh. I laugh at everything she says. I have a friend who brings me back down to earth, who helps me see the logic when I am feeling crazy.  I have another friend who I only see once a year who can still manage to see right to my heart. When you and I find each other, I will do my best to help you learn and grow. I will teach you things I have learned to save you from the hard lessons. I want to be someone who makes you laugh, who brings you back to earth, and who can sometimes see right into your heart. Is tha...

Maybe Baby, An elephant...made entirely of pumpkins and gourds! We attended the Pumpkin Walk in North Logan this weekend. "Elephant in the room" is a metaphor for an obvious truth that is either being ignored or going unaddressed.  There's an elephant in the room right now. Blaine went in to the hospital this morning. He goes every so often because he was born with CF, a condition that makes his life harder than I would wish on even my worst enemy. He's been up late at night for the past few nights coughing, unable to rest like a person needs to. It's the elephant in the room because I sometimes forget that he doesn't feel well. I don't ignore it on purpose, but we live such a normal life that once in awhile I forget that things are not entirely normal.  Sigh. It's gonna be lonely. ______________________________________________________ [We are hoping to adopt. You can view our It's About Love Profile  HERE .] [Read ab...