My Sister, My Friend

(This post is incredibly over due!!)

When I was 18 years old, I packed my bags and moved up to Provo, Utah to attend Brigham Young University. Being a lone Freshman at a school with over 25,000 students... I felt lost and very small. My oldest sister, Lynell, also lived in Provo with her husband and (at that time) two little boys.

They were my home away from home. I don't know what I would have done that first year without my big sis. She walked me around the HUGE campus before classes started so I would know where to go. She arranged a job for me at the Brick Oven Restaurant with the amazing connections she had. She even helped me with assignments that seemed a bit overwhelming.

To tell you the truth, she was my second mom and I depended on her so much.

Many years have gone by, and even though I'm not that scared little freshman anymore, I look up to my sister more than ever. With the majority of my family in another State, I depended on Lynell and her family during 15 years of my single life here in Utah. She allowed me the honor of taking her kids trick or treating every year, treating me like I was one of the gang. With them I was one of the gang.

On Holidays, such as Easter, when I couldn't fly home I was equally at home with them. I have enjoyed COUNTLESS delicious meals at her table. When I needed to get away for a weekend I would pack my bags and head to their house. Most of the time I would call her on my way up and let her know I was coming to stay with them. She was always excited and what was equally fun was the warm reception I got from her cute kids. I never knocked, I would open the door and announce my arrival in anticipation of little hugs. I always felt so loved.

Her family has had their fair share of good times and bad. Lynell faces each challenge with a determination to get through it triumphantly. When my nephew, Justin, got burned when he was just 2 years old it was more than I could take. To watch him suffer the way he did and then the several surgeries that followed... she became his nurse and did all the tough things that ensured a successful recovery. She was so brave.

We are well into our adult lives, but she will always be my big sister. I trust her opinion. I value her advice. I cannot remember one time in our life when we have had a cross moment with each other. Not one.

This year for my birthday (July 18) Patrick was out of town on business. So of course I pack up my bags and Cal and I headed up to Lynell's for almost a week. As always, it was home away from home.

Lynell made this yummy French treat for my birthday breakfast. I can't remember the name- but it was delish!!

Lynell had 2 gift certificates to a day spa. Neither one of us had done anything like this before- and let me tell you... it was awesome!! We changed into these comfy robes and sandals and got facials. Wow. AMAZING!! When we were done we were told to sip on our lemon water and stay and relax as long as we wanted. HEAVEN. Seriously, it was heaven!

While we were gone, Lynell's kids watched little Cal. I had to snap this photo, am I'm so glad I did. It is easily one of my favorite pictures of Cal with his cousin, Johnny. As Lynell and I got home I ran into the house to check on my little guy. All the boys were there, shirts off (including Cal) playing in the family room. Cal looked up at me from where he was sitting with his cousin with the expression on his face saying, "hey mom... what's up? I'm just chillin' with the big boys." So cute! Cal sure loves his cousins!

After our facials we headed to Lynell's friend's house. She has a spray tan machine. I have not been out in the sun very much this summer, so this was a fun way to get that summer glow.
My favorite dinner is a meaty steak sandwich with some thick wedge potato fries. YUM! It was so good and a great ending to a great day!

Lynell, thank you for always being such an example to me... as a sister, a mother, and a friend.

I love you so much!

Little Lessons You Teach Me...

Dear Calan,

You are now 5 months old and you seem to have a new trick everyday. We love watching you explore the world around you.

Your latest trick is rolling over, from back to front. But the interesting thing is that we have never been able to catch you doing it. We find the outcome of your labor when we go into your room and find you on your belly.

You move all over your little crib at night and once in a while you get stuck in the corner in a crazy position. Sometimes I think this scares you and wakes you up from your slumber. You cry out in the night and we come to "rescue" you, put you once again on your back and kiss you on the forehead. You quickly fall back asleep.

This has happened several night in a row now.

Last night, at 3am and only half awake I walked into your room and placed you in the middle of your crib. As with most little lessons you teach me, a thought rushed across my mind.

There are situation that I get into that I cannot get out of by myself. Sometimes I struggle too long on my own trying to make it right instead of crying out to my Savior for help.

Why do I hesitate? Why don't I go to Him first thing?

Why do I wrestle with the same problem over and over only to allow it to bring me stress and heartache.

My Savior can remove that burden. I need to allow Him to help me move to a "new position".

Thank you my son, for being an example to me.