Art, Science, Wildflowers & Family

01 03 04 05 06 07 08Julie 09 10 111-DSC_342612 13 14 1517 18 19 20 21 22 23It was a social week for us, with house guests in many corners, a science camp, an art camp, full evenings, and a family reunion. I ate a burrito from Freebirds with Richard and Nancy. Mark and I were stung by wasps and Richard and Daniel came to the rescue, vacuumed them up as they flew around their nest, and sealed up the entrance to their nest beneath our house.

My knowledge and interests have expanded over the years as I have waited in my van for kids at music lessons, school, church activities, and ballet. This week I read a lot at the University of Utah while I waited for Timothy at science camp. My van is almost the only place I could read this week. At this rate, I should finish my book by Christmas. Something I did for myself was attend the New Testament Commentary Conference at BYU on Friday afternoon to hear my friend Julie speak. I stole the photo of Julie from Facebook.

A favorite moment was with Paige and Richard when we took a drive to the Albion basin to see the wildflowers. At sunset, a bull moose emerged between the trees. Its long legs made its leisurely walk as fast as our truck as we moved along the road trying to get a blurry photo. That evening I saw flowers; Richard saw the slopes he normally visits on his skis. We wove two separate themes as we talked. “Oh, look at that shade of pink…and those purple flowers! I’m dying.” To which he replied, “I can’t believe I ski over all of those boulders!” spoken with an equal sense of wonder.

Another adventure we had was weeding and planting carrots at the Church garden. The missionary in charge of the carrots kept handing us carrots for breakfast. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, we rinsed them with our dirty hands in the sprinklers and munched as we weeded. “They taste like carrots,” Richard said. We spent two hours with our whole family, working and laughing together, so I was happy.

The kids enjoyed time with 20 cousins this week, bouncing, splashing, and running. Ours is a family with cousins in perpetual motion. In the kids’ cubbies at Spring Lake, we found notes that Grandma had encouraged the Sanchez cousins to write to one another. Here are a few:

Dear Paige, I love you.

Dear Mortiky, Hi, I’m David. I love you!

To Timothy [puppy drawing] signed DAVID

A top secret note from Hogwarts School, sealed for Mark

Dear Paige, I love you. You’re my buddiey.

Dear Daniel, I painted you a picture. You’re welcome. <3 Paige

We watched the most lingering sunset ever on Saturday night. As the late summer evening darkened, the Payson temple began to glow. Watching this heavenly Changing of the Guard in silence, the light source changing from sun to temple, fed my soul.

 

Twenty years

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Happy anniversary to us!

Richard has been sending me a letter each day for several weeks, 20 letters in all, to celebrate our anniversary. I don’t know what I will do when the mailbox returns to its usual graveyard of impersonal bills and ads. But I won’t dwell on it, and I have 20 letters to read when I need to see some human handwriting. This gift from Richard is significant because he types everything. If we need to make out a check or fill out a form, he often asks me to do it. He simply doesn’t write anything by hand because it’s uncomfortable and he’s been out of practice for decades.

I’m thankful for our life, busy, sometimes challenging, and as changing as the seasons.

Here is a little excerpt from the memoir I am writing:

(1994… the year we began dating)

I idealized Richard a bit, and wondered if I could ever be as good as he was. This wasn’t a bad thing. I wanted a young man who could inspire me to be better. I had learned to be aware of how a young man chose to spend his free time. Was he chasing entertainment and fun all of the time? Richard was a serious student and used his time wisely. This included time for fun, but it wasn’t the driving force in all he did. I had learned to watch for triggers to a young man’s temper, and to be cautious of a young man who always found ways to be offended. I felt safe and never worried that Richard would yell or get angry when something didn’t go his way. I had learned to appreciate a young man who planned dates carefully, but with whom I could also go on a walk and feel like it had been a nice evening. Richard was great at making our time together special. I had learned to look for someone who didn’t resent me for my abilities in school but supported me in my interests in school and the violin. Richard was there for every violin performance in the two years before we were married. He found ways to encourage me as I worked hard in school.

 

…We were busy with school and work, but he would leave things for me to find. One night as I studied on my couch, I heard a soft step moving up the stairs outside my door. Somehow I knew it was him. He didn’t knock, but left a box of fudge striped cookies in a bag on the door for me to discover with a note,

 

Angie,

Here’s a little something to help you on your physics test. Eat three of these before you take it and you’re guaranteed to do well. Actually, they’ll probably make you sick and then you won’t be able to take it at all (which could also be good).

                                                            Love,

                                                            Richard

 

One night I walked out to my car and found a bag of carrot sticks on the windshield with the label,

 

Angie,

All I’ve ever given you is junk food. How about something healthy for a change? Actually, I just want you to know that I am thinking of you, and I hope things are going alright. Hang in there!

Love,

Richard

With kindness such as this, is it any wonder that I wanted to marry him? I’m so glad that I did.

The Cacophany that is Spring

Baseball

Construction in the neighborhood. Boom! Boom! Rattta-tat-tat! Sloosh!

Writing my book

Pursuing study

Birthdays for almost every extended family member

Music all the time

School deadlines

AP tests and study sessions

Graduation details

Messy flower beds

Anniversary love notes each day in the mail from Richard

Youth activities

Jazz band practices

A teen with a broken cell phone (The horror!)

Reading something good

Meals on the run

Pink flowering tree views out of the windows

Shorter hair

Ski equipment in storage

Almost finished with the school books

Field trip season

Crowded visit to the Bean Museum this week

First fly in the house

Open windows and bird song

Losing my view of the mountains because the leaves are back

Pastels, not blacks and browns

Snow last week, sunshine this week

I’m only allowed to bring healthy snacks to baseball?

Scout camp

Goodbye, Gilbert Blythe. I’m totally watching Anne of Green Gables this weekend.

Birthday Cake for Richard

Richard asked me to make this for his birthday today. We have this recipe from his mother. It is comforting, warm, old-fashioned, and full of butter and spice. Delicious.

Baked Apple Pudding

  • 1/2 cube butter, softened (1/4 cup)
  • 1 c sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 c unsifted flour
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/2 tsp nutmeg
  • 1 tsp cinnamon
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 2 c grated, unpared apples
  • raisins, nuts as desired (These are no-no’s at our house.)

Mix and bake in an 8-inch square pan for 35 minutes at 350 degrees. Serve with butter sauce. The result will be a dark brown, moist cake.

Butter Sauce

  • 1/2 c butter
  • 1 c sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 8-12 oz can of evaporated milk
  • Sprinkle of nutmeg

Blend together in a saucepan. Warm but do not boil. Spoon butter sauce over cake and serve warm.

A few weeks ago, Richard came home unexpectedly early from work and I sang him this song. Minus the first few seconds, this song is awesome.

Imperfect, but having great potential

I have been reading my journals of my marriage years this week. Richard and I have seen some challenges and gone through difficulties of many kinds. We have served in the Church and been apart many nights and early mornings in this service. We have weathered the baby years with little sleep, years of isolation from extended family, financial challenges, and health issues. I have seen my immaturity when dealing with trials in the pages of these journals. I have observed a growing appreciation for Richard and an ongoing discovery of how powerful my need is for his companionship. I have felt sad that I allowed our date nights to slip when the kids were young and so needy. I have felt sad for the times when I was grumpy. Tucked inside my journal was a talk that I gave in church in 2010 about marriage. This was a year when there was little sleep and there were many obligations. Its message helped me feel some comfort about my regrets that we didn’t have a perfect marriage then (and still don’t). I feel a need to share a part of it.

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I think about the house I lived in while growing up. It was a fixer-upper. My parents bought a vandalized and desolate house and over the years made it into something very special. More than one time the ceiling threatened to collapse because of a leaky swamp cooler, and the doors and windows were covered in plastic during construction of an addition. There is a lesson in this. Although the house needed repair, the foundation was sure. And though necessary changes and additions were made, the original foundation served its purpose through the seasons of my parents’ marriage.

Just like a house, a successful marriage must be constantly maintained and nurtured. The most important element of a successful marriage is the foundation of covenants made in the temple. Knowing the importance God places on marriage, this relationship should be our priority.

Elder Richard G Scott said, “Through the restored gospel we learn there is an ideal family. It is a family composed of a righteous Melchizedek Priesthood bearer with a righteous wife sealed to him and children born in the covenant or sealed to them. They fulfill their divinely appointed roles mentioned in the family proclamation.”

Elder Scott counseled us to “Put first things first. Do the best you can while on earth to have an ideal family.”

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1-1990 house construction

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I felt better after reading this because Richard and I have been through some years of renovations and additions. “Doing my best” hasn’t amounted to a constantly cheerful countenance and date nights every week. It has meant a lifetime of going to church each week and holding family home evening and family prayer as best we can. It’s meant 20 years of teamwork and loyalty. My attitude has sometimes looked like the early picture of my parents’ house and I don’t understand why we have certain challenges. Some of my favorite people have not had the opportunity to be married. Some of my favorite people have not been blessed with children. Others have been abandoned by a spouse. But the goal is the same for all of us: we strive toward the goal of an ideal family, regardless of our circumstances. We may have a wing of the house missing or the floors that creak, but it’s worth it to visualize and work for something better. Keeping covenants is the foundation of an ideal family. Construction is part of the plan for a beautiful house for each of us.

I’m tempted to…

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…turn on the Christmas lights on my wreaths that are still hanging outside. It’s so dark outside this morning. I’m not sure why I haven’t put away the wreaths. Putting away all of the other Christmas decorations on December 31st was disturbingly satisfying.

What happened during the first week of school during 2015? Someone’s parked car rolled into our parked van at the high school. We had to go to bed and get up on time. We opened our last carton of egg nog, which I stockpiled at the end of the year. I ran expectantly to the front windows whenever I heard a big truck pass by, hoping that the doll faces pattern book that I ordered had arrived, but it never did. Timothy ordered some Legos and they at least arrived in time for weekend fun. By the time the weekend came, I was ready to watch some movies and Richard was ready to take the boys skiing. We did both. Richard and I pretended we were teenagers and watched The Giver and The Fault in Our Stars.

We loved The Giver and recommend it. We did NOT enjoy The Fault in Our Stars, which is strange because I hated reading The Giver and I loved reading The Fault in Our Stars.

It’s also strange that I said we felt like teenagers by watching these teen flicks. Our teens were too busy over the weekend with homework and other obligations to watch anything.

 

You bet your pretty neck, I do

20 years ago this phrase in the song from the Guys and Dolls musical greeted Richard and me as we walked into his parents’ house to tell them we were engaged. His brother was blasting it on the stereo. I always smile when I think of that funny song… Our song?

Some of the things that Richard brings to our marriage are humor, steadiness, adventure, and kindness. I didn’t know all of the facets of Richard’s character when we decided to marry. Some things have been a surprise (I had no idea how much of a thrill-seeker he is) and some things were there but have developed over time, such as his humor. He has always impressed me by his depth of understanding of the gospel and his ability to explain things simply.

It is the small gestures that have meant the most to me in our years of marriage. In 2000, when I was sick in the hospital, Richard stayed with me during the most difficult times. One day he sat down on the bed and read aloud to me. At each page turn, he kissed me on the cheek. I felt a greater measure of love and fulfillment through his kindness to me than from any exertion I had made seeking after my own needs.

During this and many other times he has been the only one who could make everything better. I’m grateful that I met him when I was only 18 years old. From the beginning, I admired him, and 22 years later I can say that I still do.

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Marriage

This week President Henry B. Eyring represented our Church at the Vatican at a colloquium discussing traditional families.

I took notes as I listened to his 13-minute address. Despite current trends of the breakdown of families, he explained how there is hope to make things better. It begins with individuals, living righteous principles, such as holding family prayer, and the tradition passes to the next generation and then the next, growing stronger with each generation. He spoke a great deal about his wife and how they met and how she has helped him in his life.

Here are some of the words he said about his marriage:

I realize now that we grew into one, slowly lifting and shaping each other year after year. As we absorbed strength from each other, it did not diminish our personal gifts. Our differences combined as if they were designed to create a better whole. Rather than dividing us, our differences bound us together. Above all, our unique abilities allowed us to become partners with God…

Now, for my own thoughts on this. What have I learned about family life this week? It can be explained with a little story.

I came home late one night this week. I had missed dinner and family time. It makes me sad when I need to be away during the precious hours that we can be home together. I felt alienated as I walked into the kitchen and saw that the dinner I had prepared was now eaten and everyone was engaged in homework and other activities. But I didn’t get far into the kitchen before Richard and Mark ran upstairs to me and welcomed me home and gave me big hugs. That made me so happy. I’m convinced that successful marriages and families are built on very simple but consistent things. In this case, it was a warm welcome home.