Friday, November 9, 2018

Summer Road Trip

Toward the middle of June we packed up the car and headed out for our two week road trip in... White Shadow. (Remember, use your whisper voice.)

First stop - EFY in Flagstaff for Little C. If you're looking for a life changing, uplifting experience for your teen, this is the place to make it happen!
He and his cousin, Joshua, had a pretty amazing time learning about the gospel and about the females surrounding them.
My darling nieces, Desiree and Kallyn, also attended EFY together. It warmed my heart seeing these two become best pals.  
While Little C was away at EFY we partied at my sister Erin's house! It had been more than five years since we had last visited and we made sure to fit in as much fun as possible!
Here's some water park fun:

And there was always a lot of cooking going on:
Drive-In Movie:
Erin teaching Ruckus how to make waffles:
While The Beloved escaped to go golfing one day, we took the littler kids to play in a fountain:






Dinner at Mod Pizza:
Craft Time: P.S. the best kinds of artists wear sunglasses.
Cute girls:
The day for departure just so happened to be The Beloved's birthday! After attending nine o'clock church, we arrived back at Erin's and made a lovely, healthy brunch.  - because this guy is healthy now. And since he really knows how to party, he requested vanilla greek yogurt for his "bday cake". :)


This is The Beloved's face during most of our adventures in life. He's so happy when I encourage him to do stuff - specifically go on road trips and be social. But underneath that face is a loving, patient, hard-working man, who is devoted to his family. He cooks fantastical meals for us, he helps the kids with their homework, he prepares their school lunches, he helps Sweetrotten and the Baby read their personal scriptures every night, he plays bball with Little C on most Tuesday nights, and he makes sure to throw a ball around with the boys on Sunday afternoons. Don't get me wrong, he's a fart too, but he's our fart. And a pretty handsome one at that. 
And when our tire went flat in the middle of nowhere, on his birthday, he didn't say one bad word. But he usually doesn't. He's a goody like that. Unless we're out of protein bars... 
Later that evening we arrived in St. George at The Beloved's brother's house. The kids had so much fun swimming around in Jake and Kelli's swimming pool and playing with their fun cousins. Ruckus and I had our own kind of fun while we hung out a Big O Tires waiting for our van to get new wheels. We walked next door to have some lunch and then found a used video game store that we spent way too much time and  money in. But we had fun. Ruckus is my pal. 
The next day The Beloved and Jake took time to practice their golf swing:

Lou was super entertained:
Our next stop was to party with the Craner fam before the annual Smith/Palmer family reunion. 
Cousin Hyrum serenaded the girl's with his ukulele: 
Rook time:

We hit up Bryce Canyon:




And Angie provided us with fun moves:






Here's the one picture I took at the family reunion campground. How lame am I? These two cute girls would walk up and down the trail holding hands all day. 
Toward the end of the reunion we went on a spelunking adventure. 


We were so happy to have some of our Smith cousins with us. Katie, Brett, Heidi - it was fun to be with you!


All of our kids did it! I'm not going to lie, there was some crying, but they felt strong and proud afterward!
Here's Joe popping his head out of the hole. :)
The day we headed home from our two week jaunt was Angie's birthday. We stopped for lunch and were all surprised at this mother of a cake the restaurant gifted her. So funny!
My little dad was feeling paternal and tried to help Joe with his bites. 
The celebration continued at our house as we not only celebrated Angie's b-day, but our soul sister, Emma's as well. We are so thankful we can have a piece of the Vallecillos family near us even when Erin can't be here. 
My talented niece, Natalie, had a sushi dinner prepared for us when we arrived home and we were all thankful for the feast!
Party!


The following morning my mom, Angie, and I celebrated my birthday early by having breakfast at Kneaders. We then headed to Walmart and walked around like the hot babes that we are!
And finally we crashed! 
Because it's so nice to getaway, but it's so nice to come back home!

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Road Trippin' Just Got Better

In 2013 we sold our gold 2005 Buick minivan and purchased a new sleek, black Nissan Armada. It was the fanciest vehicle we had ever owned and my kids named it the Black Rhino. After driving it for a month though I realized this SUV was way too cool for me. I'm not fancy. I'm not cool.
At the time we were car shopping for The Beloved as well and while we were out and about I spotted my soul mate vehicle -a gold 2003 Ford Expedition that seated nine.  I knew it was meant to be. I told The Beloved that I wanted to sell the Nissan Armada and purchase the Expedition ASAP. He looked at me like I was crazy. He said, "So basically it's our 2005 van that we just sold but older and has more miles?" 
"Correct."
And then I smiled, and he in turn shook his head as he consented to go along with my new plan. 
The Expedition fit us. I laughed every time I had to insert the cassette adapter so we could listen to songs on my phone. The Expedition was dependable, functional, affordable, and it was 10 years old, so if I wanted to throw a pizza to the children in the back seat, well then God speed. 
This past summer my trusty sidekick decided to not be so trusty anymore and we had to say farewell. Already knowing that a new, beautiful SUV was not the route for us, I set my sights on this beaut. My new best friend car - the Ford Transit. It seats twelve, no kids have to touch each other, no one will have false expectations of my coolness, the cargo space is delicious, and UT drivers whether they like it or not, let me over when I put on my blinker and merge toward their lane because otherwise they'll die. 
Win, win. I'd like to introduce you to White Shadow. (Yes, just like the snail in Turbo, so say it in a whisper voice.)



Road trippin' just got a little better my friends. 

Thursday, September 27, 2018

How Some of Us Feel When People Leave the Church… and Maybe Never Come Back.




I can’t profess to ever having a faith crisis. I definitely had an “I want to sin crisis” and then distanced myself from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for about five years, but my leaving was never due to a lack of belief in the gospel- Which is probably way worse than someone leaving because of a faith based war raging inside of them.

The first time I read Nate Bagley’s article, “WhyPeople Leave the Church and Never Come Back” was about a year ago. I don’t remember it particularly standing out to me, maybe thoughts like, “Yeah, don’t suck as a person, people,” popped into my head, but then I quickly moved on with my life. Then last week my dear friend sent the blog post to me again, inquiring of my thoughts on the matter.  So I read through it a second time more methodically.

And, I ripped it apart. (Now, bear with me.)

First, I dislike extremes. For example, I needed the word SOME in the title. I could fathom the author’s argument if it pertained to some people, but don’t umbrella every person that has left the church into a two-page document. And please don’t tell me that, “When we judge a woman’s capacity as a mother, it makes her feel small and insignificant and like a failure. These women will leave, and they’ll never come back.” Maybe some women will leave and never come back, but I believe many women are stronger than that. And although I concur wholeheartedly that we shouldn’t judge a woman’s capacity as a mother, I also don’t think we can assume that all women’s responses to this judgment are one in the same.
Second, the author uses the word we, like what he’s saying represents me. And some of his “we’s” are from a completely different world than my “we’s.” Not all, but SOME. Of course I don’t think we should shame others or be judgmental, but I also don’t think my concern for others who choose to leave the church is a selfish concern. It’s more of a sad- trying- to- understand –where- they’re- coming- from-concern. Because the thing that I’m most passionate and overjoyed about in the whole world, no longer brings them comfort, solace, or joy. And that’s hard for my heart to comprehend.
And third, I respect our God-given moral agency way too much to let people’s tacky statements be the scapegoat for someone’s decision to stay away from the church. When I returned to church it wasn’t because people were all of a sudden my besties, it was because I knew the church was true. And in that moment, no one’s snide, socially inept remarks or actions could have kept me from it.
  One of my favorite people in the world smells like smoke when she attends church on Sundays. She has a deep gravelly smoker’s voice, has an engineer’s mind, and is as independent as they come. We have long talks about respecting other people’s personal agency, politics, and her time spent living on a boat in CA. We sometimes talk about how she won’t go to church for a couple years, and then she’ll decide it’s time to try it out again, but usually we just chat about life. Because we’re friends. And that’s what friends do.
I have a lesbian cousin who left the church to be with her partner, I have a fabulous friend who left because even after much prayer she still felt like the LDS church wasn’t true, and we have many more family and friends who have departed for various reasons whom we still love and want to be with because love doesn’t go away once you’ve decided to believe a different way than I do.

And I feel like for the most part this is how I truly feel and behave.

But then I remembered an off-handed remark I made to a friend about someone who had left the church about a year ago, “Good luck keeping your family together now.”

 I remembered the words I said to my seven-year-old just last week about a boy we haven’t seen in primary for months, “You need to be especially kind and loving to him. I’m not sure what’s going on in his life, but I want him to feel comfortable coming back to church. Please be a good friend.”

I remembered my pleasure a few months ago at seeing a family’s strong moral compass abounding even after they had left the church because the husband was transitioning to a woman. 

And I thought- 

Wow, I am the person Nate Bagley was talking to. I have made assumptions about people’s new moral code after leaving the church, I have encouraged my children to behave certain ways to encourage others to come to church, and I have assumed the worst would happen to families when they leave the church. I have made some poor judgment calls.

Man, and I thought I was so good.

And as far as agency goes, last night I was reading Alma’s discourse to his son, Corianton, and this scripture hit me hard.

Alma 39:11 – Suffer not yourself to be led away by any vain or foolish thing; suffer not the devil to lead away your heart again… behold, O my son, how great iniquity ye have brought upon the Zoramites; for when they saw your conduct they would not believe in my words.”

Our very conduct may be what’s enabling others not to return to church. Our conduct may be affecting their faith.

So here’s my plea to those who have left the church. Please forgive us if we forget how to act like normal human beings. I think for the most part we'll play it cool, but we (or maybe just some of us J) may be unsure of what to say or how to behave because we’re worried about offending you. Remember, it’s hard for us to fathom you leaving the very thing we love the most. And we’ll remember that it’s hard for you too.

But please, please, don’t distance yourself from us. Let’s chat about whatever you want to chat about and remember that we probably have more in common than we don’t. Let's talk about the elephant in the room if you want. And when we both error and say or assume the wrong things, let’s forgive and start over, not viewing ourselves as Mormon, and ex-Mormon,  but as people who love each other. As Children of God.

And I'll try to keep reminding myself that I'm not as cool as I think I am. 

Dang.

Or Damn.

Because even some in the church swear too. 

Usually not me. That's mostly my very active church going sister, Shannon. But once in awhile... 



Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Is it Worth it?

Earlier in the day preparing for our Labor Day venture didn't seem worth it. When The Beloved and I mentioned the word hike to our children the moans and groans abounded. They all instantly contracted getting ready slowness and I felt like I needed the world's most powerful magnet to wrench my children into the van. This was going to be fun. 
When every one's seat belts were fastened the questions began.
How long is this hike? (I'm not sure, about 2 miles) Two miles?! Are you kidding me? Are we going to eat first? (We just fed you lunch.) Well then, are we eating afterward? (I'm sure we'll eat.) But are we going out to eat, or eating at home?!
This was going to be fun.
The travel time to our Cascade Springs hike was longer than I had anticipated and taking those winding curves in our mammoth twelve passenger van (all while diffusing arguments from the back seats) wasn't comforting anyone. The Beloved announced that we were never doing this again and in that moment I silently agreed. 
This had better be fun.
When we arrived at the main, lower parking lot it was filled to the brim and there wasn't room for our beast-mobile. More groaning ensued when the kids heard that we'd have to start our hike a little further away at the top parking lot.
Gosh, this may not be fun.
As we started walking down the path Ruckus' perfect nine year old hand grasped mine tight. 
Sweetrotten proclaimed that she loved hiking. I watched her handle the bag she had packed with care as she removed her water bottle to quench her thirst. I could tell she felt very responsible.  
Further down the trail I observed Lou stopping at nearly every stream to run his hand through the ripples. 
Moo was more focused on finding the perfect weed to hang from his mouth then on what was happening in the water or the trail.
And Little C had his head phones in.
Until the Baby looked up at him and said, "Do you like the hiking?"
Little C - "What?"
Baby - "I love the hiking? Do you like the hiking?"
And with a big smile Little C pleased her by saying, "Yes, I like the hiking." 
And then she replied, "Then, Come on, Man!"
Toward the end of the trail The Beloved read a sign that said "edible grapes" and passed them out to Lou and Little C. I laughed as the kid's faces showed that they were a little sour.
I admired The Beloved as he then tickled the kids with weeds and raced with them up the hills. 
When the hike had come to an end the kids couldn't believe it was over! 
We ended the day feasting at Tony's Tacos and then walking across the street to Granny's for an ice cream cone. The boys arm wrestled at the picnic tables while we waited for our treats, and the girls danced to the Steve Miller Band songs playing from the loud speaker. I may have danced too. 
This day was more than fun.

So, the analogy. While in preparation mode some things just don't seem worth it. You're not happy, your family's not happy, it's not easy nor comfortable, and you're not sure if the well mapped out plan is going to have a happy ending. 

But keep trying. Keep enduring. Because eventually you'll be dancing to the Steve Miller Band with your girls, watching the men in your family arm wrestle, while eating the most delicious Grasshopper milk shake ever. 

And then you'll discover that even though all you wanted was just a little happiness and fun, what you really received was joy.





Passing out grapes



Moo with his perfect weed.





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