Ah, summer in Arizona. GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! Thank heavens for flight benefits, friends and family in cooler places, and a husband that wants nothing but for me to be happy.
It was time to board a plane to Utah.Sophia would be joining in the fun. It was out first trip alone. It was suppose to be to Hawaii but funds were a bit short so a visit to her auntie was in order. Big sista Lois was off for the week and it had been awhile since we had some good laughs. There was also a suitcase full of my ancestors pictures that I had left with Angie Pacheco, the family's genealogist, a year ago. Mom had been nudging me from the other side to bring them home where they belong. Due to the lack of sleeping space at Lois', we stayed with Angie and Tony in their downstairs guest room. She shared family stories and pictures, I helped her make some sense of the New Family Search site. During the day we spent time with Lois and Andrew. We took advantage of my AZ science center membership and for free, went to the Gateway Discover Center and the Planetarium, finished the day with a yummy meal at California Pizza restaurant, pizza good, Thai spring rolls, not. Go figure. We had fun making bracelets, watching DVDs, going for walks and laughing. We had a hankerin' for some Thai food, so I asked for a suggestion from an expert, Liz Crowe, awesome wife of my high school English teacher, Chris, now teaching at BYU. The pumpkin curry she recommended was fantastic! Lois' birthday was on the 3rd, we celebrated her birthday by going to see Transformers and feasted at Tucano's Brazillian Grill. Then off to the Whipples!
Julia and Howdy Whipple moved from our desert landscaped neighborhood to a home with a beautiful green, mountainous view. In order to maximize the holiday weekend, we headed to Jill's, Julia's sister's house. There she had a huge spread of fantastic salads, dips and delicious burgers and dogs. With satisfied tummies and the urge to just sit, we took a short walk to the local golf course, staked out our spot and spread the blankets, and readied ourselves for the fireworks. A band entertained the crowd til darkness came, we sang the national anthem, counted down from 10 and watched the multicolored sparks fill the sky. Fantastic how the visual show synced with the audio. We headed back to Jill's to put on our own sidewalk fireworks show. The kids had a blast lightin' them up and watching them spew their rainbow of color. The grown up kids had fun watching them.
We were not done. A good friend of Julia's invited us for our opening day meal of delectable scones, basiled scrambled eggs and crispy bacon. With filled tummies we headed to the center of town for the parade. It was so great watching the town folk share their pride of their schools, businesses and families. We rested up for the finale, Layton's firework show, done big and loud. So glad we split from the ole' Brits.
Sleeping with the windows open, magpies for morning alarms, green-covered mountains and cool, cool days. Thank goodness for flight benefits and wonderful friends and family.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Sunday, October 29, 2006
(talk given in church 7/26/05)
Pioneer Day
I was surprised when Brother Keeler offer the assignment to talk, again, he told me it was one of the fun things the ward counsel got to do in promoting the Stake Vision.
I would like to touch on the part of the vision that reads. The Lord sees and has shown us the day when the Tempe Stake is spiritually and temporally Self reliant, when all youth prepare to make and keep temple covenants and when every child, youth and adult is participating in the liberation of prisoners on the other side of the veil.
My attempt is to tie that part of the vision in with pioneers, not just the ones who we honor today and are familiar with, but also those that came before and those since.
I may not be who you expected to see on pioneer day. I don’t have ancestors who crossed the plains but I do have some ancestors, 3 that I will tell you about who were and are pioneers.
My first lesson about my ancestors was given one day after school. You see I had been asked by some of the kids at school what I was. I told them I was a girl, I had short hair and I wasn’t sure they knew. That wasn’t what they meant. They wanted to know where I was from. That afternoon I received my first genealogy lesson, my first lesson about the pioneers in my family. This same quick lesson was taught to an unexpecting sister at a stake genealogy fair when my mom came upon her display of the “Daughters of the Revolution”. The sister told my mom that she probably wouldn’t find any of her ancestors in those records. Without missing a beat my mom said something to the effect “you are probably right, because my ancestors had already set up their bread and breakfasts waiting for yours to arrive.” She went on to tell her of her pioneer ancestors that hailed from Spain as one of the first 7 conquistidor families and set up camp in 1598 in what is now New Mexico. I think that the traveling or gotta get away- gene must have been a strong one as now I work and fly with Southwest Air. The family spent many generations in New Mexico and one of my family lines did not leave until 1927. It was great grandpa Lucero one of the great pioneers in my family. What I am about to read to you is a talk that I was lead to that was given by my mother while serving a mission with my father at the Mesa FHC. She continues to help and influence even beyond the veil. So these are her words.
“Without a doubt I know that my life was planned in the pre existence as I suspect yours was I know that I knew my heavenly parents and I made some significant choices with them regarding my turn on earth. By way of blessings, dreams and personal revelation the Lord has confirmed this to me.
As the years have passed these truths have become even more self evident in my life. Ever since I was a small child I have always known of the love that my Heavenly Father and my older brother have for me. They know me as an individual, they care about me. Because of their love and mercy: I have never felt alone. They have always been there.
My story is the work of the master’s hand. It was He who decided in what dispensation of time I would come and to which nation and lineage. Who would be my ancestors, my parents, my spouse, my children and how each would influence my life with the use of the agency he gave me. I am the product of some very significant choices my ancestors made. In Acts 17: 26 it says
My mother told me that in 1918 she had turned 10 years old. She was living in Bernalillo New Mexico, about 18 miles north of Albuquerque. She said that at that time she did not know that she was a descendant of Spanish Colonist that in 1598 had established the oldest and farthest continually inhabited colony of Spain in the New World. All she knew was that all her relatives had inhabited these northern New Mexico mesas for years and years. This was just their homeland. They knew no other. She just knew that she would grow up there, marry raise her children, teach them the traditions, customs, religion, dichos (sayings) and stories she had learned. They would learn to work and become self reliant and honest. To love God, family and country and to die honorably as her ancestors had.
Well, as the story goes, the fall of the same year her parents decide to move to Albuquerque. Her father had a certificate as a school teacher and one in horticulture. He taught school in the winter and ran a successful produce ranch in the summer, shipping fruit, vegetables to established markets by rail. Their ranch was on the fertile lands of the Rio Grande, a Spanish land grant that had always been in their family. She said the family was known to be “well off”. By 1921 her father had become a successful business man. He owned 2 clothing stores in downtown ABQ and one in Gallup NM. They had a nice home and there were now 7 children. My mother had 2 older brothers and she was the oldest daughter. There were five others who had died. During the fall of that same year her parents had been reading the Bible, when her father commented to her mother. “Josephine, I do not think we belong to the true church that Christ established upon the earth.” He continued. “I believe we are in an apostate church. Look what it says in the scriptures.”
Soon they decided to visit other churches after they had asked their priest regarding the things they had read. The priest chastised them for reading the Bible, saying that the scriptures are for the clergy and not for the lay members to read and draw their own conclusions. My grandfather was an intelligent man, a free thinker and the priest said the wrong thing. No one was going to stop my grandfather from searching the scriptures. Every church grandfather attended and studied, he would come to the same conclusion that they all had some truth but not all that he was seeking. In 1922 his search continued and in February they had another set of twin boys and shortly after birth they died. A year later in March a daughter was born and lived. By 1925 grandfather was still looking for the true church, the family was healthy and happy the business was going well and grandfather had two horseless carriages. On May 4th of that year their last son was born and twelve days later my mother’s mother died. She was 41 years old. About 2 months later 2 Mormon missionaries came to my grandfather’s home. My grandfather always believed his wife, from the other side, had something to do with it.
This talk stopped there but I know the rest. The mission president decided that the work was not going well enough and pulled the missionaries from that area. Grandpa Lucero’s luck worsened, his store burned down, which caused him to loose everything including his home. In May of 1927 he decided to leave the bad memories behind, he packed up the kids and moved to Colorado to work in the beet fields. In August of that year in Ft Collins, he found the elders and entered the waters of baptism, to become the first member of his family to join the True church of God. My mom often told me stories about grandpa Lucero, how he loved the Book of Mormon and how he could make the characters come alive. He loved people and took great interest in them, people trusted and confided in him. He had an unwavering testimony and eagerness to share it with anyone that would listen.
There is a post script to this story. The missionary that had originally taught grandpa went home very sad because he did not baptize anyone. Little did he know that grandpa was the beginning of literally thousands that in both this life and the next that joined the church or that has had work done for them.
Now being a pioneer doesn’t mean that you have to give up all your worldly possessions or travel across miles. You can be a pioneer like my father who overcame a trying childhood, of attending many different schools, dictated by where the family had to go to pick crops or deciding that he would not let the evils of drinking take over his life. He is a pioneer in his family because he had the courage and faith to rise above those trials, serve a mission and to gain an education. He was the first to receive a Masters degree in the family.
The courage to take a step of faith is needed today as never before. For many of you, like my husband, the first step of faith was baptism. He then attended the temple and made sacred, eternal covenants with his Heavenly Father. That lead to a call to serve, which gave him the opportunity to learn the language of his forefathers. Just as the early pioneers sacrificed to make their way to the Rocky Mountains, modern day pioneers like Grandpa Lucero, Claudio and Clem and all of you are also on the trail to a mountain—“at the mountain of the Lords house” (Isaiah2:2) That‘s the way the prophet Isaiah referred to latter-day temples, where we make sacred covenants with our Heavenly Father. It is the most important destination we have here on the earth. It is through the ordinances of the temple that we will have the opportunity to see our families as the Lord does and enjoy eternal blessings. We must have the same character and determination that those pioneers had crossing the plains, the faith to walk away from those things that would tear us down or hold us back from our destination, which on earth is the temple and eternally with our families in His presence.
PERU
I am so thankful that my mother was passionate about her roots, that she took time to keep journals and filing cabinets full of stories, pictures of the lives of those that came before. In those files I found a quote from President Kimball that says—We urge our young people to begin today to write and keep records of al the important things in their own lives….get a notebook, my young folks, a journal that will last through all time, and maybe the angels may quote from it for eternity. Begin today and write in it your comings and going, your deepest thoughts, your achievements and your failures, your associations and your triumphs, your impressions and your testimonies. “Remember the Savior chastised those who fail to record sacred events.”
Find out about those who came before you. Leave record of your life. Live worthy to attend the temple and partake of the great peace and blessings found there, do the work for your ancestors so that when the time comes to meet them, the greeting will be one of thanks. Be a modern pioneer that future generations will see your example and want to follow.
I am thankful to my ancestors, that they followed the promptings of the spirit. I feel so blessed to be born at this time in history, I know I would have never have made it across those plains. I know as they did, that God lives that Jesus is the Christ and through my efforts and the saving grace of the atonement, I can be with my family forever. I am so thankful for a sweet husband and wonderful children. I am thankful that a young boy, Joseph Smith was not satisfied with part truth and sought for more. I know he was a living prophet and that great man Gordon B. Hinckley serves now as a prophet, seer and revelator in these latter days. I leave you this testimony.
Pioneer Day
I was surprised when Brother Keeler offer the assignment to talk, again, he told me it was one of the fun things the ward counsel got to do in promoting the Stake Vision.
I would like to touch on the part of the vision that reads. The Lord sees and has shown us the day when the Tempe Stake is spiritually and temporally Self reliant, when all youth prepare to make and keep temple covenants and when every child, youth and adult is participating in the liberation of prisoners on the other side of the veil.
My attempt is to tie that part of the vision in with pioneers, not just the ones who we honor today and are familiar with, but also those that came before and those since.
I may not be who you expected to see on pioneer day. I don’t have ancestors who crossed the plains but I do have some ancestors, 3 that I will tell you about who were and are pioneers.
My first lesson about my ancestors was given one day after school. You see I had been asked by some of the kids at school what I was. I told them I was a girl, I had short hair and I wasn’t sure they knew. That wasn’t what they meant. They wanted to know where I was from. That afternoon I received my first genealogy lesson, my first lesson about the pioneers in my family. This same quick lesson was taught to an unexpecting sister at a stake genealogy fair when my mom came upon her display of the “Daughters of the Revolution”. The sister told my mom that she probably wouldn’t find any of her ancestors in those records. Without missing a beat my mom said something to the effect “you are probably right, because my ancestors had already set up their bread and breakfasts waiting for yours to arrive.” She went on to tell her of her pioneer ancestors that hailed from Spain as one of the first 7 conquistidor families and set up camp in 1598 in what is now New Mexico. I think that the traveling or gotta get away- gene must have been a strong one as now I work and fly with Southwest Air. The family spent many generations in New Mexico and one of my family lines did not leave until 1927. It was great grandpa Lucero one of the great pioneers in my family. What I am about to read to you is a talk that I was lead to that was given by my mother while serving a mission with my father at the Mesa FHC. She continues to help and influence even beyond the veil. So these are her words.
“Without a doubt I know that my life was planned in the pre existence as I suspect yours was I know that I knew my heavenly parents and I made some significant choices with them regarding my turn on earth. By way of blessings, dreams and personal revelation the Lord has confirmed this to me.
As the years have passed these truths have become even more self evident in my life. Ever since I was a small child I have always known of the love that my Heavenly Father and my older brother have for me. They know me as an individual, they care about me. Because of their love and mercy: I have never felt alone. They have always been there.
My story is the work of the master’s hand. It was He who decided in what dispensation of time I would come and to which nation and lineage. Who would be my ancestors, my parents, my spouse, my children and how each would influence my life with the use of the agency he gave me. I am the product of some very significant choices my ancestors made. In Acts 17: 26 it says
My mother told me that in 1918 she had turned 10 years old. She was living in Bernalillo New Mexico, about 18 miles north of Albuquerque. She said that at that time she did not know that she was a descendant of Spanish Colonist that in 1598 had established the oldest and farthest continually inhabited colony of Spain in the New World. All she knew was that all her relatives had inhabited these northern New Mexico mesas for years and years. This was just their homeland. They knew no other. She just knew that she would grow up there, marry raise her children, teach them the traditions, customs, religion, dichos (sayings) and stories she had learned. They would learn to work and become self reliant and honest. To love God, family and country and to die honorably as her ancestors had.
Well, as the story goes, the fall of the same year her parents decide to move to Albuquerque. Her father had a certificate as a school teacher and one in horticulture. He taught school in the winter and ran a successful produce ranch in the summer, shipping fruit, vegetables to established markets by rail. Their ranch was on the fertile lands of the Rio Grande, a Spanish land grant that had always been in their family. She said the family was known to be “well off”. By 1921 her father had become a successful business man. He owned 2 clothing stores in downtown ABQ and one in Gallup NM. They had a nice home and there were now 7 children. My mother had 2 older brothers and she was the oldest daughter. There were five others who had died. During the fall of that same year her parents had been reading the Bible, when her father commented to her mother. “Josephine, I do not think we belong to the true church that Christ established upon the earth.” He continued. “I believe we are in an apostate church. Look what it says in the scriptures.”
Soon they decided to visit other churches after they had asked their priest regarding the things they had read. The priest chastised them for reading the Bible, saying that the scriptures are for the clergy and not for the lay members to read and draw their own conclusions. My grandfather was an intelligent man, a free thinker and the priest said the wrong thing. No one was going to stop my grandfather from searching the scriptures. Every church grandfather attended and studied, he would come to the same conclusion that they all had some truth but not all that he was seeking. In 1922 his search continued and in February they had another set of twin boys and shortly after birth they died. A year later in March a daughter was born and lived. By 1925 grandfather was still looking for the true church, the family was healthy and happy the business was going well and grandfather had two horseless carriages. On May 4th of that year their last son was born and twelve days later my mother’s mother died. She was 41 years old. About 2 months later 2 Mormon missionaries came to my grandfather’s home. My grandfather always believed his wife, from the other side, had something to do with it.
This talk stopped there but I know the rest. The mission president decided that the work was not going well enough and pulled the missionaries from that area. Grandpa Lucero’s luck worsened, his store burned down, which caused him to loose everything including his home. In May of 1927 he decided to leave the bad memories behind, he packed up the kids and moved to Colorado to work in the beet fields. In August of that year in Ft Collins, he found the elders and entered the waters of baptism, to become the first member of his family to join the True church of God. My mom often told me stories about grandpa Lucero, how he loved the Book of Mormon and how he could make the characters come alive. He loved people and took great interest in them, people trusted and confided in him. He had an unwavering testimony and eagerness to share it with anyone that would listen.
There is a post script to this story. The missionary that had originally taught grandpa went home very sad because he did not baptize anyone. Little did he know that grandpa was the beginning of literally thousands that in both this life and the next that joined the church or that has had work done for them.
Now being a pioneer doesn’t mean that you have to give up all your worldly possessions or travel across miles. You can be a pioneer like my father who overcame a trying childhood, of attending many different schools, dictated by where the family had to go to pick crops or deciding that he would not let the evils of drinking take over his life. He is a pioneer in his family because he had the courage and faith to rise above those trials, serve a mission and to gain an education. He was the first to receive a Masters degree in the family.
The courage to take a step of faith is needed today as never before. For many of you, like my husband, the first step of faith was baptism. He then attended the temple and made sacred, eternal covenants with his Heavenly Father. That lead to a call to serve, which gave him the opportunity to learn the language of his forefathers. Just as the early pioneers sacrificed to make their way to the Rocky Mountains, modern day pioneers like Grandpa Lucero, Claudio and Clem and all of you are also on the trail to a mountain—“at the mountain of the Lords house” (Isaiah2:2) That‘s the way the prophet Isaiah referred to latter-day temples, where we make sacred covenants with our Heavenly Father. It is the most important destination we have here on the earth. It is through the ordinances of the temple that we will have the opportunity to see our families as the Lord does and enjoy eternal blessings. We must have the same character and determination that those pioneers had crossing the plains, the faith to walk away from those things that would tear us down or hold us back from our destination, which on earth is the temple and eternally with our families in His presence.
PERU
I am so thankful that my mother was passionate about her roots, that she took time to keep journals and filing cabinets full of stories, pictures of the lives of those that came before. In those files I found a quote from President Kimball that says—We urge our young people to begin today to write and keep records of al the important things in their own lives….get a notebook, my young folks, a journal that will last through all time, and maybe the angels may quote from it for eternity. Begin today and write in it your comings and going, your deepest thoughts, your achievements and your failures, your associations and your triumphs, your impressions and your testimonies. “Remember the Savior chastised those who fail to record sacred events.”
Find out about those who came before you. Leave record of your life. Live worthy to attend the temple and partake of the great peace and blessings found there, do the work for your ancestors so that when the time comes to meet them, the greeting will be one of thanks. Be a modern pioneer that future generations will see your example and want to follow.
I am thankful to my ancestors, that they followed the promptings of the spirit. I feel so blessed to be born at this time in history, I know I would have never have made it across those plains. I know as they did, that God lives that Jesus is the Christ and through my efforts and the saving grace of the atonement, I can be with my family forever. I am so thankful for a sweet husband and wonderful children. I am thankful that a young boy, Joseph Smith was not satisfied with part truth and sought for more. I know he was a living prophet and that great man Gordon B. Hinckley serves now as a prophet, seer and revelator in these latter days. I leave you this testimony.
We meet again.
I don't remember the first time, for it was before the veil was in place. Your name, qualities and face seemed so familiar as shown to me by our "piya". "You and her are so much alike." spoken softly through her endearing smile, in her broken english. So there we were, pre-existence sisters, unfamiliar common blood and now, anticipating journey-taking, first cousins. Who woulda guessed what the reading of your inspired writings the night following our arrival would bring. I did not speak the flood of feelings and images that came to my mind. Only a smiling nod and word of admiration and quick phrase, "we need to talk later." I didn't know what we would speak of, I would depend on the moments' whisperings for that. The few days following I watched, listened and anticipated the spiritual exchange that was to come. I was thrilled to have such a quick connection with you. That rarely happens, I tread lightly and am cautious how much I share of me. I trust you. I feel a gentle kindness and a knowing from you. Your writing on October 10th set the stage and was a divine preparation for the exchange that came. I know, you know that He waits for you. The powerful principle of faith and the drawing from the power of heaven that is available to all of us, is now longing for use, from you.
There are no coincidenses, nothing is by chance, there is a plan, what is your place in it? So what is 42 years in eternity? Only a blink, a breath. That breath and blink of the newborn entering the next world. We only need to make that action, so we can see and breath, all that we can take in. The only limits are those we create.
I don't remember the first time, for it was before the veil was in place. Your name, qualities and face seemed so familiar as shown to me by our "piya". "You and her are so much alike." spoken softly through her endearing smile, in her broken english. So there we were, pre-existence sisters, unfamiliar common blood and now, anticipating journey-taking, first cousins. Who woulda guessed what the reading of your inspired writings the night following our arrival would bring. I did not speak the flood of feelings and images that came to my mind. Only a smiling nod and word of admiration and quick phrase, "we need to talk later." I didn't know what we would speak of, I would depend on the moments' whisperings for that. The few days following I watched, listened and anticipated the spiritual exchange that was to come. I was thrilled to have such a quick connection with you. That rarely happens, I tread lightly and am cautious how much I share of me. I trust you. I feel a gentle kindness and a knowing from you. Your writing on October 10th set the stage and was a divine preparation for the exchange that came. I know, you know that He waits for you. The powerful principle of faith and the drawing from the power of heaven that is available to all of us, is now longing for use, from you.
There are no coincidenses, nothing is by chance, there is a plan, what is your place in it? So what is 42 years in eternity? Only a blink, a breath. That breath and blink of the newborn entering the next world. We only need to make that action, so we can see and breath, all that we can take in. The only limits are those we create.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Wow, my first blog! After g-pa and Linda's FHE, I got a little psyched about writing again. I have a list of 100 things to do before I die. One of them is to write a children's book. I think that maybe this writing will get my creative juices flowing again.
This past weekend was a great "adios" to the summer vacation, and a wonderful "hola" to my 2nd new year, aka, first day of school. I loaded the girls in the 4 x 4, Jeep Liberty rental and headed for the cool air, green forest and wild animals. Being on a mountain, looking down on the clouds, then realizing you are in the clouds. Rain pouring down so hard the car wipers struggle to stay ahead. Humming birds, blue jays, hawks and woodpeckers all joining in the forest orchestra, and feeling somehow that they were showing off for you. Have ever seen a double rainbow touch ground, with colors so vivid you could barely see the trees beyond? The elk, or is it elks, a baker's dozen of them. Mamas, calves and yearlings all staring at you with that, "what-you-lookin'-at" gaze. Standing at the strong base of the big pines, face up to the rain. How it cleanses the soul and refreshes the spirit. It was useless holding back the tears of gratitude as I looked up, saying "well, done Heavenly Father, awesome job, thank you". Yes, a renewal of sorts.
First day of school today. I love first days of school. It feels like my "second-chance new year". A time to close your eyes, take a big deep breath, let it out slowly and feel the time slate wipe clean. Then, one thing at a time, I list the items that have worked for me, like getting to bed by 10:30, cooking at home, and making lists. A must for failing memories. At church, we have all new presidencies in our Young women program. Newness at home, Daniel out of Piyas(grandma Villalobos') old room, in his own rental-room, and in with Sophia. It is another first, Sonya, a senior, finally has her own room since little Sophia made her appearance.
Then there are things that don't change much, like work. "Thank you for calling Southwest Airlines, this is Lenor, how can I help you" an average of 70 times a day. erg! Hey, awfully repetitious, fatter "nadgas", sore hands, but that is the price for the wonderful people I've met and creations of our Heavenly Father that I have seen. The pays not so bad either. Thanks goodness for the constants in life that gives us a familiar line to follow. Hurray for new starts!
This past weekend was a great "adios" to the summer vacation, and a wonderful "hola" to my 2nd new year, aka, first day of school. I loaded the girls in the 4 x 4, Jeep Liberty rental and headed for the cool air, green forest and wild animals. Being on a mountain, looking down on the clouds, then realizing you are in the clouds. Rain pouring down so hard the car wipers struggle to stay ahead. Humming birds, blue jays, hawks and woodpeckers all joining in the forest orchestra, and feeling somehow that they were showing off for you. Have ever seen a double rainbow touch ground, with colors so vivid you could barely see the trees beyond? The elk, or is it elks, a baker's dozen of them. Mamas, calves and yearlings all staring at you with that, "what-you-lookin'-at" gaze. Standing at the strong base of the big pines, face up to the rain. How it cleanses the soul and refreshes the spirit. It was useless holding back the tears of gratitude as I looked up, saying "well, done Heavenly Father, awesome job, thank you". Yes, a renewal of sorts.
First day of school today. I love first days of school. It feels like my "second-chance new year". A time to close your eyes, take a big deep breath, let it out slowly and feel the time slate wipe clean. Then, one thing at a time, I list the items that have worked for me, like getting to bed by 10:30, cooking at home, and making lists. A must for failing memories. At church, we have all new presidencies in our Young women program. Newness at home, Daniel out of Piyas(grandma Villalobos') old room, in his own rental-room, and in with Sophia. It is another first, Sonya, a senior, finally has her own room since little Sophia made her appearance.
Then there are things that don't change much, like work. "Thank you for calling Southwest Airlines, this is Lenor, how can I help you" an average of 70 times a day. erg! Hey, awfully repetitious, fatter "nadgas", sore hands, but that is the price for the wonderful people I've met and creations of our Heavenly Father that I have seen. The pays not so bad either. Thanks goodness for the constants in life that gives us a familiar line to follow. Hurray for new starts!
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