The adversary would love to bind our tongues—anything to prevent us from expressing verbally the feelings of our hearts face to face. He delights in distance and distraction; he delights in noise; he delights in impersonal communication—anything that would prevent us from the warmth of a voice and the personal feelings that come from conversing eye to eye.
Apr. 2012 Ensign, Taking Time to Talk and Listen, Rosemary M. Wixom
This month has apparently been a month of ships. William has been interested in ships of all kinds but especially pirate ships. It seems that March has been the month for him, though I don't think anybody has been complaining. In the middle of the month everyone stopped by to visit me at work. I have some magnets on my desk and William was quite and stayed busy with them for a while and as they were going to leave he finished and showed us what he was up to. Pretty impressive if you ask me.
Growing up I dreamed of going into space someday. To be honest I still dream about it. At the same time I grew up building with Legos. I think both have significantly contributed to who I am today. Or maybe they are just outward expressions of who I am. In any case, for my birthday I got a Lego space shuttle (Another type of ship ;-) ). I've been excited about it, and it is about all Shauna and I could do to keep the kids from playing with and tearing it apart.
Growing up I got a Lego Pirate Ship (or really an imitation brand that didn't entirely stick together). It's been sitting in a bag in pieces for years and with the boys so fascinated with ships I decided to pull it out and put it together with super glue so it would stay together. It's definitely a slower process, but the boys are going crazy with anticipation. Here it is so far.
Since it was taking so long William decided to make his own. I think he did pretty good.
"Most people have a light dimmer switch, we have a gravity dimmer switch." ~Shauna
I was blessed to be the point of focus for Amy's first real laugh tonight. It makes my heart melt.
A few weeks ago we were visiting my Grandparents and my Grandpa told me a few stories.
He told me about how he was drafted into the Air Force shortly after World War II and he ended up at Hill Air Force Base. He joined the bases basketball team. The team captain was a pilot of a B-17 so when they needed to go places for their games they would take the B-17. He said it was pretty cool to travel around like that.
One of the trips they made was to St. George. I’m not sure if it is still this way but at the time the airport was located at the edge of a cliff. The approach to the runway was from the bottom side of the cliff and as they came in the air currents pushed them up so high that they had to call off the landing and try again.
The pilot flew in lower the next time and my Grandpa said he was pretty sure they were going to hit the ground but just before they got to the edge of the cliff the air currents pushed them up again. The pilot touched down but very quickly had to abort the landing because it pushed them too far down the runway.
The next time they came around the pilot started quite a bit below the level of the runway and my Grandpa said he was quite sure they were going to fly straight into the cliff. Just like before however they were pushed up at the last second and they touched down. It still pushed them further than they needed to be and the pilot was scrambling to slow the plane down before they ran out of runway.
Right at the edge of the runway they were still moving along pretty good and the pilot locked up the brakes on one side of the plane which spun the plane around. It spun around three times before coming to a stop.
My Grandpa said he’s never had a scarier landing. It sure made my night to have him share the story with me though.
Thanks Grandpa!
Went for a ride on Saturday to test out my new helmet and balaclava (at least that was the excuse). It worked great. With a temperature of 35 degrees I stayed reasonably warm.
It was pretty cool to see the ice that had been blown up onto the shore.
I decided today that for me to vote for a presidential candidate they would have to believe in God and have some sort of an active faith. I'm not saying they have to be Mormon, but our country was founded in part on the saying "In God We Trust" and if they can't wholeheartedly agree then I don't think they should lead the country. And as my wife put so well, "they need someone higher up to answer to." Perhaps that's why it's one nation under God.
Family Pics and Amy's Newborn Pics
At some level, they get along
