Peeps Anyone?

I stumbled upon this blog and thought how I was an unfortunate child to never have enjoyed the pleasure of Peeps - along with Rice Krispie treats. Rice Krispie Treats were not considered a true dessert by my mother. Heaven forbid if someone brought them to a ward dinner, or similar function. Anyhoo . . . while working on my degree in my early 40's, I had one evening course where we sat around and discussed plays we were made to attend. One young woman in the class would eat a whole pkg of peeps during the class (it was springtime). I thought to myself "does she know something I don't know? How can that be, I am much older than she?" I wanted to know what she knew, so I threw caution to the wind and surreptitiously purchased my first pkg of Peeps. Now, I make certain to buy them each season they are available - which is increasing each year. I soon expect to see Shamrock Peeps, Passover Peeps, and maybe even Ramadan Peeps (only consumed after dark).
Enjoy this ode to Peeps.
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A Tribute to Dad

I thought it fitting to pay tribute to my great husband. We will celebrate our 37th anniversary in 10 days. We've had plenty of bumps in our road of marriage, but we've had one another to rely on. He is the rock of our family. He's always set a good example, but mostly he has helped us all solve our problems. Families naturally face many obstacles, but with Bud, he helps us work the problem and find the best course to take. I appreciate him more and more with the passing years. I love watching him in his role as grandparent. Yes, he gives the grandkids more drinks of soda than he should, and he isn't always careful about what is on the TV when they are around, but he plays hard with them and they adore him. He has changed many more diapers as a grandparent than he ever did as a parent. He has always honored his priesthood, and been there as our spiritual advisor. I look forward to the coming years, as we have much more to accomplish. He is my best friend and confidant.

 
Grandpa and Hannah training for circus stunts.
 













Grandpa and the Father's Day crowd.
 
Please feel free to add you own comments about the leader of our clan.

These photos were left off the previous post.

 
 
 

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"Thank You" Isn't Enough!

The outpouring of love and concern extended to our family during this time of sorrow is too much for words. Grieving becomes nearly impossible, when you are buoyed by others. Each of my children has played an integral part of support during this whole process. They've each done what they do best - exactly the right thing, at the right time. As the days unfold, we realize just how many miracles, and tender mercies the Lord has manifested in our lives. That we got to have Gianna for 2 days was a miracle.
Her memorial service was perfect. The music was tender, the words comforting and the setting idyllic. As we sang the final verse of the Primary song "Where Love Is" we felt a cool breeze waft through us and knew Gianna had soared. Where love is, there God is also. And with Him we want to be. Show us the way and guide us tenderly that we may dwell with Him eternally.
I found a poem for Emily, which was put to music for the memorial service. It describes her feelings.

My Butterfly

I long to feel the soft weight of you
To welcome you home with kisses
On silky round cheeks.
Instead my arms ache with the
Weight of your absence,
The empty places that were meant for you
To grow into.
My love for you will last an eternity
My hopes and dreams now carried
On the fragile wings of each butterfly
passing
Compelling me to pause,
To savor each moment,
Each flutter in my heart-
Your wings.

Kimberly de Montbrun

Thanks to Megan for the beautiful photos. My favorite is the one of some of the grandkids playing on a nearby headstone. As you can see, my almost 88 & 89 yr old parents were there to bid farewell to their 51st (I think?) great-grandchild.


 
 
 
 

We are sad!

 
This will be a difficult post, but I know some of you want to hear about our experience with an angel. Gianna Rae Lyon, our 22nd grandchild came to us on Thursday. She was 10 weeks early and she had a multitude of physical disabilities. She remained with us for 2 days when her mommy and daddy decided to take her off the ventilator and let her go peacefully. We were able to spend about an hour with her before she passed, and got to hold her and kiss her and cherish her. Emily is home from the hospital now, and recuperating at our house. She and Aaron have been so brave, but they are truly feeling the loss of their little girl. Emily's in-laws are at her house holding down the fort with the boys. She will go home in a couple of days when she is stronger and more fit to be around her beautiful little boys. We will have a simple memorial service for Gianna on Thursday.
We are so grateful for this precious little angel, and it was hard to let her go. We are confidant she is in our Savior's loving care now. We are also grateful for the many prayers and outpouring of love and support from friends and family. Megan will put together a pictorial montage in the coming days.
We prayed for a miracle, and we didn't get the one we hoped for, but the Lord gave us many other miracles, as He extended his hand in tender mercies to make the passing bearable.