The Weather Channel

We have a TV in our lobby at work, and I usually change it to the Weather Channel (or CMT if I'm feeling a little honky-tonk). Last night they were talking about all the tornadoes that have just recently occurred and the damage that was done. One of the weather people made an interesting statement. He said that it seem like every year around Easter, something happens to make people feel the need to go to church and give thanks for their lives and blessings. While I'm obviously paraphrasing, I find it fascinating that a national weatherperson would say something like that...and how true it is. Perhaps, though often tragic, this is Heavenly Father's way of reminding us what life is really about and what we should be doing on a regular basis-thanking Him for our blessings. So, this Easter season, I feel it's important to give thanks for my blessings including amazing and supportive friends and family, wonderful church leaders, a strong and ever growing testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and of course, my gratitude for the Atonement and sacrifice that Jesus Christ made for us so many centuries ago. How fortunate we all were to have had General Conference the week before Easter and for the reminder that provides us of our inspired leadership. I am so blessed to have the truth in my life and know the love of my kind and generous Heavenly Parents and elder brother, Jesus Christ. What are you grateful for this Easter?

Memories

So I just got off the phone with Erynn (the sister at BYU in Provo), and we were talking about sanity and the relativity (or relatives) thereof. More specifically when I actually became less than sane. I blame my younger siblings, but upon thinking about it, perhaps I was never quite sane. Here are a couple of memories that come to mind...

Shortly after Rachel was born, I was feeling neglected. I'd had my parents to myself for 3 and 1/2 years and didn't care to share. So I decided one night, after bed, that I wanted some attention and the way to get it was to fall out of bed...or rather make my parents think I fell out of bed. So, I quietly got out of bed and then jumped loudly on the floor to make a loud thump sound, quickly sat on the floor and started screaming my little head off. Sure enough my parents came running and when they asked what happened, I whimpered a little and said, "I fell out of bed." Cuddling and petting occurred for a short period of time before my dad, heartlessly I felt at the time, told me I was fine and to go back to bed.

The one and only time I went to daycare. My parents say they took me the day before, and I loved it. I was running around, playing and bossing the other kids around (see I've always been bossy), just generally having fun. The next day was a different story (and the one I really remember). My mom dropped me off. As soon as she left I started crying. Everyone ignored me. The other kids were watching He-Man. Apparently I was only there for about 30 minutes before my dad came to get me, but it seemed a lot longer than that. To this day, I have an irrational hatred for He-Man.

I'm sure there are other examples of my insanity or perhaps lack of sanity is a better phrase, but I can't remember them...or I don't want to share them. Either way, sanity is certainly relative. My relatives prove it!