Not pictured:
My look of relief when I realized that “making” kids love the Pauline Epistles is not essential to being a good parent.
The happy bride in her dress.
Mark’s concerto performance.
The best apple crisp I have ever made.
The trophy Timothy earned by learning three concertos over three years.
The view of the Salt Lake valley from my car as I explored above the University of Utah while the boys had a class. The trees, dressed in their fall colors, and the sky changing to gray with an approaching winter storm offered the view I needed.
The cake our family made together that tasted so terrible we had to throw it away.
The letter from Daniel’s mission president assuring us all missionaries are safe in their apartments as there are riots going on.