My Family Tree

I have a new addiction, ancestery.com. We were introduced to it by the missionaries to this wonderful tool a few months ago, but I didn't really get started until last Friday (April 24). Once I started, I was hooked. I have spent most of my free time researching and learning about my ancestors and their families. I even downloaded the app on my phone so I can work on it during the down time at work. 

I just figured all of the research had been done and there was nothing left for me to do. When I was little, my dad and grandma put together a Book of Remembrance full of pedigree charts for both sides of my family. When I was a teenager, my dad would spend his Tuesday nights in the Family History library at church while my sister and I were at our youth activities researching and getting names ready to do temple work. After my mom passed away, I found out that my aunts and uncles were doing a lot of the work as well. 

With so much already done, I didn't know where to start. By linking my familysearch.com profile to ancestery.com, I was able to get a good start. 

The best part about it is that these people are becoming real! I am able to find draft cards, enlistment records, census record, pictures, and more. These people are more than just names and dates on paper to me now. They are PEOPLE. 

My Friend

I have a wonderful friend who has seen me through many of my struggles as an adult. She is the greatest example of service of anyone I know. When I was lonely, she somehow just knew to call or stop by. When I had my first baby, she took me to the store and helped me know what I would personally need for after the baby was born (hygiene products). When I was struggling to feed my kids and considering potty training my oldest, she showed up with food from her food storage and stuff for potty training. When my last marriage was falling apart she was there for me (when I let her be).  There are so many things she has done, I can list them all.
I wish I had as much to give her as she has given me. I can only hope to be the great example of service and sacrifice as she has been to me. She has now moved to another state, but I will always cherish our friendship.

My Sweet Kids

When I got home from work yesterday morning, I was in pain. Not a good kind of pain either. My stomach hurt so bad that I was considering going to the ER to see what was wrong with me. My poor kids had to hear me crying in pain until they went to school. This concerned Sean and Noel. They each made me a "Get Well Soon" card. Sean even had his entire class at school sign it. I am so lucky to have such caring kids!