Up on My Soap Box

I haven't made the time to blog for a year. Life has been busy. Yesterday I came across something that compelled me to write today. I was on Facebook and a particular link was being shared by many of my friends.  The link was to an event titled "Wear Pants to Church on Sunday". I was intrigued. What was all of this buzz about? So I clicked on the link and read what was essentially a protest. A protest against the inequality of women and men in the Church of Jesus of Latter Day Saints.

First of all I just want to say that Sacrament Meeting is not the place for a protest. Neither are any of the other Sunday meetings. It is a time to worship God, renew our covenants with Him and gain further knowledge of the gospel. Nobody cares what you wear to church. In our ward in Ohio, people came to church in scrubs, jeans, and yes more that one woman was wearing a pant suit. At least they were there for the right reasons.

I believe the reason some women feel that there is inequality in this church is because we can not hold the priesthood and therefore can't be bishops, stake presidents or even the prophet. Also, there are some who think the role of women that the church teaches is outdated and oppressive, i.e. being the homemaker and having the sole responsibility of rearing their children. And wearing a skirt to church of all things.

I feel very sad for these women. They do not understand the teachings of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I'm not saying I have a perfect knowledge of it myself. What I am saying is that I do understand Heavenly Father's plan for our roles as men and women.

I know my Father in Heaven loves me. He loves me as much as he loves His sons. He has said that all are alike to Him. I don't think this means that we all have the same responsibilities. We each, as men and women, have separate and equally important roles in life.

I'm also sad because these women are over looking the most wonderful thing we have been blessed with.  Women have the ability to grow a person in our bodies, give birth to that person and be that persons mother. That is one thing men are not able to do, nor will they ever be able to.

As stated in The Family: A Proclamation to the World, men hold the priesthood. They are the providers. They bless their families. They give their families the masculine love and protection women cannot provide. Women give birth. They are blessed with a soft heart and therefore are nurturing and giving. They rear their children. They give their families the feminine love and support men cannot provide.  The church is very specific about these roles for a reason. Heavenly Father has planned it this way. He knows all things. I know he speaks directly to our prophet and this is what the prophet has told us we must do. Whoever thinks otherwise does not have a testimony of revelation. Or this gospel for that matter.  To that I say, you can absolutely find a church that better suits your needs. You have that choice.

Heavenly Father loves his daughters so very much. Of this I am certain. I feel equal with my husband in all things. We may have different responsibilities, but I have not now nor have I ever felt oppressed or looked down on by him or any of the men in my life. Quite the opposite. I feel lifted up and praised. I feel loved and appreciated. Those women who do feel oppressed and looked down on have certainly had some experience or another that has made them feel that way. That is not the work of the church. That is the work of individuals. Men are not perfect. Even bishops and stake presidents make mistakes.

Women in this church hold positions of leadership. They teach congregations. They go on missions. There are few churches in this world where that is the case.

I feel equally yoked with my husband. I am so thankful for this gospel and all that I have received from my Father in Heaven. I am so glad I get to be the one to bear children and nurture and rear them.

And I think pant suits are ugly.

P.S.
Elder D. Todd Christofferson of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles gave a wonderful talk similar to this topic. He warns against changing gender roles. Here is the link if you want to read it. 

Movember

This is Ryan. It has been a while since I've posted anything. For those who haven't seen me in a while you'll notice something different about me in the pictures below. For those who ask, "Why would anyone do that?", I respond... Mostly cause it keeps me entertained. However, in a more meaningful reason we are in the middle of Movember. For those of you who aren't familiar with Movember, you aren't alone. In my search for a reason to grow some crazy mustache I found this organization and asked the school's administration if we could participate, and we got the nod. The point of Movember is to shave October 31st and then let your mustache grow for the whole month. As people ask why you are growing a mustache you are able to raise awareness and hopefully some money for testicular and prostate cancer. Now, just to be clear, I had a head start... a 3 month head start, but I had dealt with this thing tickling my nose for too long to start over. :) Anyway, without further ado...


This was actually Halloween. I kept it like this for that whole week. I felt like I might be pushing the limit that the school would tolerate.
So I moved to this. About 9/10 people told me that I should get some wax, but I was way ahead of them. I'd get it all waxed up and it looked like a frigging longhorn.


So here it is today. I haven't trimmed my mustache since the beginning of August. By this time, Kristy is near the end of her patience with my goofiness and I am too. I know why they call mustaches soup strainers.


So now that I've done it, would I do it again? Probably will. It's been fun and my patients didn't seem to mind much. Some didn't even say anything. Mostly it was good for a chuckle throughout the day and kept me laughing and joking.

Sweet Caroline, "Let's Go Pitt!" (That was for you Kameron)

Last weekend, the 14th through the 15th, Ryan's Dad, uncle Kevin and cousins Parker and Kameron came to Cleveland. I was SOOOOO happy to have them here! It was a blast. They flew out to go to the Utah - Pittsburgh game with us. It was fun being the only girl! We took them to the B spot right when they got here. B spot is a gourmet hamburger place. I think Ryan is going to morn it when we move. We drove out to Pittsburgh in the morning, hit a major traffic jam and missed the first quarter. I was happy that that was all we missed. I was worried. Anywho, Pitt plays their games at Heinz field, where the Steelers play.

It lacked the college football feel, however. Nevertheless, it was awesome. Because we WON! 26 -14. Both teams didn't play very well, but hey, a win is a win. My favorite part was when the jumbo tron showed a guy in Pitt's student section with a MUSS t-shirt on, cheering on the Utes. :)

From left to right: Me (with Ryan's hat on), Ryan (with a long mustache), Kevin (Ryan's uncle), Parker (Ryan's cousin), Clair (Ryan's father), and Kameron (Ryan's cousin's husband).

It was a really windy day, so Ryan let me wear his hat. There will be more explanation about his mustache in a later post. Oh and I spy Kameron.

Parker standing next to one the Steelers Super Bowl trophies.

More of Heinz Field

We went to Primanti Bros after the game, a restaurant in Pittsburgh where they put col slaw and french fries in the sandwiches. Very tasty, I must say. I love Pittsburgh. I love Pittsburgh so much I want to live there. Not all the time. Maybe if we were rich and I could get a second home there. It was so fun having Ryan's family here. We had a good time.

Sufficient Grace

I needed this very much today! Thank you C Jane!

http://blog.cjanerun.com/2011/10/sufficient-grace.html

Another Year Wiser...ish

I am so glad that I was born in the fall. This time of year is my favorite! I love the feel of autumn. I love the colors, the coziness, the clothes, the smell, apples, pumpkin soup, pumpkin anything... sigh, I'm just in love with it. All of it.

Summer is wonderful with it’s long hot days and brilliant sunshine, the camping, barbeques, sun bathing, 4th of July. But there’s just something about autumn. It makes my joyful. It makes me want to go to Park City and walk around. Maybe get some apple cider and go slide down the Alpine slides. Not at the same time. I miss autumn in Utah. Ohio is amazing, with the thousands of huge trees, their leaves changing, and the large apple orchards and many farmers markets. But there’s something about autumn in Utah. I long for it. I crave a drive up the canyon with the windows rolled down. The crisp mountain air blowing in my hair. I crave going to my Mother and Father’s house and having homemade bread shmeared with homemade apricot jam and a mug of Pero, sitting out on the deck having fun conversation. I crave going to Temple Square and walking around the beautiful gardens full of fall flowers and admiring the beautiful temple where I got married. I am making myself so very homesick right now. I just pray that next year at this time, I will be enjoying all of this wonderfulness I just described.

I do enjoy Cleveland autumns though. I love when the leaves start to fall. When they get raked up, it creates mountains. Seriously, they're almost 6 feet tall. The colors are brilliant and there are SO many trees, it makes for a gorgeous landscape. And the apples, oh, the apples!!

Anywho, I turned 32 yesterday. I’d like to say that I’m as mature as my years suggest. But I can not say that. Because I would be lying. I am 16 in my head. I think it will probably change slightly as the years go by, but in my observation of the adult world, I’ve come to conclude that there is no such thing as a grown up. We are all just kids trying to live responsible lives, taking care of our own children (not me, but soon. And no, that’s not an announcement). That, I think, is what gets us through this life. It would be sad if we didn’t have that kid we used to be, in our heads telling us to calm down and have fun once in a while. I’m grateful that I can still find joy in the small things.

My birthday was awesome. Just me and my baby. He got me a beautiful string of pearls! He was right when he said that every woman needs a classy pearl necklace. I didn’t know that until I opened that blue box. I was delighted! I was also able to web cam with my wonderful familia. My nephew and I spent some time making faces at each other and doing karate chops. He would put his cute little hands together and bow every now and then and say “Master” (he’s really into Kung Fu Panda). How cute is that? He is such a delight. I can’t find another word for it. He’s just a delight. What would we do without that kid? I don’t even want to find out. I’m so grateful for adoption. What a miracle that is.

32 will be good. I hope it will bring me my own miracles, adopted or not. We’ll see what happens.

Happy Fall Everyone!!!!!

Just Sharing Some Pictures

Mr. Awesome

King H

So Cute I can't handle it!! I want to go home!!

Continuation...

So I've had time to think since my last blog. Here's what I've come up with:

I didn't really need to think about it at all. I've known these things all along. I've read my journal. I've prayed and read the scriptures. After doing all of this, I've come to a firm conviction. Yes, I would still be bold in saying that I know this is the true church even if I was being tortured, even if everything I have and everyone I love was taken from me.

I know that what I've been taught is true. Yes, there have been times when I've wavered and doubted, but those doubts have been quickly washed away when I've prayed and remembered that it has been confirmed to me many times that I know my Savior lives. I know that He was born to a virgin and that He performed many miracles.I know that He suffered for the sins of all of us in the garden of Gethsemane. I know that He was resurrected and appeared to Mary, the apostles and also to the people in the early Americas. I know that God the Father and Jesus Christ appeared to a fourteen year old boy named Joseph Smith to tell him that he was to restore the true church of Christ to the earth. I know that President Thomas S. Monson speaks directly to God.

I know that Heavenly Father hears my prayers. I know that when I obey Him, I am blessed with happiness and peace. I know that Christ is always with me. I know that He has already walked the path of my life. He knows what I'm feeling every second. I know that He loves me. I know that I can't comprehend how much He loves me. I know that He has saved me. He has made it possible for me to be with my Heavenly Father and those I love forever. I know that I can never repay Him.

I can say these things and stand up to the ridicule and slander that would be thrown at me because I know that they are true. I know that being ridiculed is only a small moment.

I know these things of myself. This knowledge isn't borrowed from my parents. This knowledge has been given to me from my Father in Heaven. I don't live my life this way because it's "comfortable". I live this way because I know this is what my Heavenly Father wants me to do.

I know these things, I don't just believe them. I would defend this knowledge with my life.

Oh, and I know that the Garden of Eden was in Jackson County, Missouri (hey it had to have been somewhere).

Awards of Tony

Last night I decided to watch the Tony awards. I’ve never seen one before and I was curious. Plus I like NPH. He’s funny. I kind of feel bad for thinking he’s funny, since it’s dirty most the time. Nonetheless…

I liked seeing all the performances. It was very entertaining. One of my favorites, was War Horse! That was amazing. It's a musical that uses a horse puppet. Puppet is putting it lightly. It's more like a feat of engineering!! Look it up! Worth your time. That's one I'd really like to see.

I found myself wishing that I had the talent to be on a Broadway stage dancing and singing. That just seems like it would be a great job. A lot of work, but work that is fulfilling and rewarding. Hmmm, how would that be?....

The musical, The Book of Mormon won nine whole awards! I was appalled when I heard that the producers of South Park (a show I’ve never seen and have no desire to see) made a musical making fun of something that is very dear and sacred to me. I was curious, so I read the plot. It’s about a missionary who serves in Africa and is confronted by an evil village war lord. I went on to read some reviews. It seems that it is a comedy and a vulgar one at that. It wasn't negative, just lots of vularity, which is why I won't ever be seeing the show.

So I was nervous when they performed a song from the musical at the Tony awards. This missionary sings about how he was excited to go on his mission but his faith was shaken because of the bad things that were happening to the village. He starts singing about the things he believes in and his faith is restored. It was funny and the missionary was spot on, right down to the part in his hair. He was bright eyed and cheerful and walked right up to the war lord and sang to him that he should get baptized, as the war lord stared at the missionary like he was crazy. In the song, it described the things that we as Mormons believe. As the beliefs were being listed, the audience was laughing. I found myself amused as well, not in a “I’m mocking my religion” sort of way, but in a "laughing at myself” sort of way. The things we believe are peculiar. For example, believing that the Garden of Eden was in Jackson County, Missouri. To someone who isn’t a member of this church, that would sound weird. Think about that; the Garden of Eden in Missouri? Weird, right? And yet, that is something I believe to be true. Just like I believe that Christ came to this earth to die for me. I believe that God the Father and Jesus Christ appeared to Joseph Smith in a grove of trees to tell him that he would be the one to bring the true gospel back to the earth. I believe that God speaks directly to President Thomas S. Monson so that we may know His will for us (by the way, the actor was singing about all of these things and the audience was laughing, a LOT). In the song he kept saying, “because a Mormon just believes”, as if we haven’t taken the time to find out for ourselves to know that these things are true, not JUST believe them.

I found myself thinking, yes these things seem odd and peculiar. Do I really know these things, or do I just believe them? I spent the rest of the evening in quiet introspection. What do I know to be true? Is what I have believed my entire life true? Would I be able to stand up to ridicule and slander? Would I be able to defend it? Would I be bold enough to proclaim that this is the one and only true church on the earth? And withstand the persecution that would follow? Would I still be bold if I was being tortured? Would I defend it with my life?

To Be Continued….

New Hat

I got my baby a new hat.
Isn't he so handsome?

I really don't know how to write down what I'm feeling right now. I know it might sound like I'm whining, maybe I am, but I'm not handling this particular trial with any kind of grace. I don't like this trial. I really wish instead of Heavenly Father making it easier for me to bear, He would just take it away. I know it's for my own good and I will be thankful for it someday, but right now I feel like I've had enough. It's probably a good thing that I'm not the one in charge. Somedays, it is easy to bear. Somedays, I hardly even think about it. Hardly. Which means I do still but only for a few moments. Other days, I want to cry all day long. It feels like I've lost something so dear to me. Something I never had. It's deep emotional pain. I feel useless and empty.

I am doing all that our finances will allow, going to doctors, trying everything we can. I'm praying everyday. So it's not like I'm doing nothing and complaining about not getting what I most desire.

I hate that this pain comes in waves. It ebbs for a while. I feel like I can make it through anything. Then it returns with such a strong force that it catches me off guard. Then the questions come, as they always do. Why is this not happening for us, when it's something that's such a righteous desire? This is what I was put on the earth for, right? This is why I'm a woman. This is what has been commanded of us. So why is it so hard? Why do others have such an easy time at it? I know Heavenly Father has this all under control. I just get impatient and want to grab the big picture out of His hands and look at it for myself. I don't know what I would do then. Probably get even more impatient because I'll know what's coming.

I'm so happy, so very happy for friends who don't have this problem. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. It's so hard. But I can't wait for the day when I can join in their happy cries of "We're expecting!" I don't want to be misunderstood. I want my friends to tell me if they are expecting. It's such happy news that I love to be a part of. I don't want people to walk on egg shells around Ryan and I. This is just a trial that we've been chosen to go through.

And go through it we will. I know that there is a loving Father in Heaven who watches out for us. There is hope.

There are occasionally hard days for each of us. Do not despair. Do not give up. Look for the sunlight through the clouds. Opportunities will eventually open to you.
- President Gordon B. Hinkley

It's Here!

We are now open for business!! These aprons are so cute, you'll want to wear them everyday. We are always making more, so if you don't see one that catches your eye, keep checking back.

My good friend Kellie and I got our inspiration from a book about aprons and how they can be worn as a fashion accessory. Ours fit that discription. They are also functional. What more could you want? Come on by!

Just click on the Liberated Aprons button to the right.

I'm a Writer

I was just reading my good friends Kjristi's blog today. In one of her posts, she explained why she is a writer. What one does in one's spare time defines what they are. She said that what she does when she has down time is write, therefore, she's a writer. I thought to myself, what do I do when I have down time? I used to be able to answer this question with "I write", but sadly and shamefully, I have to honestly answer "I watch T.V.". So does that make me a T.V.? That is kind of sad.

This has given me cause to reevaluate myself and what I do and what I am becoming. I used to read A LOT! I used to write A LOT! In fact, I was getting really good at writing, so good I wanted to write a book and have it published and have a movie made from it (Ok, maybe I'm not that good)! I'm not being arrogant, I'm just saying that I was blessed with a gift that I have successfully buried...deep.

So, now I think it is time to pick up that figurative shovel and start digging my talent out of the dirt, for that is indeed where I have buried the poor thing, right in the dirt. First of all, I need to ask forgiveness from my Father in Heaven for neglecting this talent that He has given me. Because I know that it's from Him that I have received it. Second, I have to be patient with myself, which I'm not very good at. I've been getting frustrated lately when I try to write. I get a block. I hate the block! But I just have to realize that it takes time to get back to where I was, and become better. Writing in my journal will help. Just putting down in words what is going on in my head, not worrying that someone will read it and think I'm crazy (which, if someone did read my journal, they would for sure know that I'm crazy), will help so much in digging my way out.

Also, writing more on my blog. Sorry to those of you who read this blog, but I will be getting a little more personal, and a little bit more wordy. But like I've said in the past, I view my blog as a journal. Which shows you how much I write in my actual journal... not very much. And, anyway, you're the one who has chosen to read this blog, so I don't feel sorry for you.

I need to get on this before a pair of antennae start growing out of my head. I do not want to be like Jimmy Jet and turn into a T.V.!!

Happy Writing to Me!!!

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Details to follow...

An Update and My Thoughts

Talking to Kelly makes me very happy. I'm grateful that she and Andrew are safe. Have I mentioned that yet? I've come to understand something. Heavenly Father blesses us in ways we don't understand. In talking with her, I can hear things she hasn't said. "Why would God save our apartment and our things and leave our friends and others with nothing?" That would be my thoughts as well. But, I think I have a portion of the answer. Kelly and Andrew have opened their home to their friends. They have fed them, sheltered them, and have been able to help them clean up and salvage what they can. That, I think, is a tremendous thing. They are both very service oriented people. They think of others before themselves. Heavenly Father has given them the opportunity to serve in a very unique way. They have been working very hard all day everyday since the tornado. They are tired. Kelly said that she just wishes she could be studying and taking her finals. I'm sure she never thought she would say that. She said she never wants to do this again. Who would? But, she said it's been amazing seeing all of the kind acts around her. People have come in from serveral different states to volunteer to help. Volunteers at the hospitals have been turned away because they were already full. Kelly and a friend were walking down the street to get something to eat and a man in a truck stopped and gave them each two big bags of groceries.
I know events such as these can bring out the good and the bad in people, but it's so wonderful to see how much good can come of it. What I see is mostly good. I'm so grateful for people who give of themselves without even thinking about it. It's a wonderful thing.

Speaking of giving of themselves, our troops made an interesting discovery yesterday. And they shot and killed that discovery. Osama bin Ladan. The very name makes me cringe. He was the mastermind behind the 9/11 attacks, and many many other horrific things. He's been elusive for the past ten years, hiding in caves and such. But we caught him. Now he's dead. The president gave a speach last night giving the details of how it happened. Apparently he was the one to find him. He was the one who risked his life going to the place Osama was hidden and he was the one who pulled the trigger. Not really. That's just the way he made it seem. I'm glad that terrorist has finally been delt with, but the way Obama seemed to take credit for the whole thing just disgusted me. His approval rating has been dropping and I can't help but wonder if he's using this as a way to boost that. In fact, I don't wonder at all. That's exactly what he's doing. I know that it takes the permission of the Cheif to execute a military plan, but he kept saying "I", not "we". I'm so thankful for the many people who have given their lives in the fight against terrorism and who have been diligent and patriotic. I just wish we had a president who was made from the same stock as they. He did thank the troops and their families for their sacrifice, but it was tainted in my mind. If he wasn't so bent on getting his ratings up, it would have been a really nice speech. As you can see, I'm not particularly a fan of Mr. President.

Despite all of that, it's a good day. One of the most evil and vile people on earth has been killed.

"I've never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure". -Mark Twain

Ruby Slippers

This is what you would call a tornado. Not just any tornado, an F5 tornado, which is the highest rating a tornado gets. It swept through Tuscaloosa, Alabama, where, it just so happens, my sister Kelly and her husband Andrew live, at 6 pm on Thursday April 27th. It blew one block away from Kelly, as she was huddled in her bathroom, trying to talk to Andrew on the phone. He couldn't hear her over the enormous sound of the wind. It was so close. She could hear glass breaking and the roof creaking. Her apartment building was shaking and she could hear trees being slammed to the ground. When it had passed, she walked out of the bathroom (which had no windows, smart girl) expecting to find her apartment demolished. It was, thanks be to God, in one piece. She walked outside to see the neighborhood across the street from her completely flattened.
Andrew was on his way home from Birmingham. He had to park outside Tuscaloosa and walk the remaining two miles home. There was too much debris on the roads. But he made it home to Kelly safe and sound.
I can't imagine experiencing something like that. Kelly said the sound was terrifying, and she was experiencing this all alone. She's a strong woman. I'm thankful to my Father in Heaven that they are safe. It makes me sick thinking how close it got to Kelly.
With Kelly and Andrew living in Alabama, I had some slight worries that a tornado would touch down there. But I always imagined it to be one of those skinny little tornadoes. Never did I think a mile wide twister would rampage through their little city. I still just can't believe it. It's like, these things should only exist in the movies. I can't put into words how grateful I am that they are safe.

One of the Greatest Guys in the World

I decided, since we only have a year left here in Cleveland, that I should write about the wonderful people we have met. Today, I'm going to start with this awesome young man, Leonard Tarver.

One Sunday, the missionaries called us and asked us to pick up someone who was interested in going to our church. We said we would. We got to his house and when Leonard walked out, I looked at him then at our car, and back to him.

"I don't think he's going to fit", I said while scooting my seat up as far as I could. I said hello with my knees under my chin. Leonard is about 10 feet tall. Just kidding, he only seems that tall. He's about 6'7". He got in the car and right away, I knew this was somebody special.

Leonard with Elder Jensen and Elder Saxton, the best missionaries ever, (I'll talk about those two later) on his baptism day.

Leonard got baptized not long after he was introduced to the LDS church. He has lived his testimony to the utmost, and is such an amazing example. He told us that he was invited to try out for the Cleveland Cavaliers recruitment team. He was so excited. He found out the try-outs were going to be held on a Sunday. He knew that he would be compromising his beliefs and faith if he were to go through with it, so he decided not to try out. That is tremendous faith in action. I get choked up whenever I think about that.

He moved to Pittsburgh a few months ago, and we have missed him so much. He was in church last Sunday and it was really good to see him. He gave me a big hug (I hugged his waist). That made me so happy. He's preparing to go on a mission now. He's 25, so that is quite a sacrafice for him to leave. He's so kind and thoughtful. And he's funny. I wish him all the best. He deserves it. Seriously.

Still?!?

This is what it looks like outside of my window, at this very moment...

I wish those were warm blossoms atop those branches, but alas...
cold snow is perched, if beautifully where blossoms should be.

Spring, I know I'm impatient, but seriously, you really need to get here like yesterday. Winter is just sticking around way too long. It has worn out it's welcome. Come on now, I thought we were buddies.

D.R. Through The Lens of a Camera

La Republica Dominicana

Elementary School Artwork of the Dominican Republic

Dentists and Student dentists working in the D.R.

(My Baby)

Yes, I'm pulling a tooth!

More to come...

Ketchup!

I haven't blogged in a while, and I've left a lot of things unblogged. So, here are a bunch of pictures. We've had a good couple months.

(Halloween 2010, best costumes ever, I think)

My first ever pie crust. I made two pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving.
They were tasty, If I do say so myself.

Our Thanksgiving table. We spent Thanksgiving with my little sis Kelly and her hubby Andrew
who live in Alabama. It was so good to be with them.

I made this apron for Ryan's mother for Christmas. It was involved!
A lot more than I thought it would be. But it was so much fun to make. :)

My nephew pretty much had my attention the whole time we were home for Christmas.
I've been blessed with very cute and good nieces and nephews. I wish they were all there
(my nieces and one nephew are in Japan), but I had so much fun with this one. :)
He got a new tricycle and loved it. It has Buzz Lightyear on it and he loves Buzz.
He kept pointing to the picture on the tricycle and saying "Buzz. Buzz." He is the most friendly and personable little kid I've ever met. He's only two and he's already super smart. I just loved being able to be there and seeing him. He can cheer anyone up, he's so cute.

Cutest picture ever!!!

More pictures coming soon, which may or may not include this super cute kid.