Spring....????

Okay...This was last weekend...

This is this weekend...

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I miss YOU!!!

Love,

Meggie

happy Birthday my LoVe

We had cake, ice cream, and.... oh yes... Pineapple. Yummy goodness.

Okay...Please tell me that is my husband, Hottie Tottie... Look who I am married to:)

Yesterday was Ashton's birthday...he was just getting over being sick and I was just starting. Regardless it was a wonderful day. I love you so much ashypoo.

PS: Funny Birthday Story. To any of you who know my brother Matt, you know that since birth he has wanted to be a comedian and takes up any opportunity to throw a little humor into any picture. Sometimes Matt will say things he has heard on a movie or out in public and doesn't quite understand it's meaning. This can be interesting some times. So anyways, he really wanted to take Ashton out to dinner for his birthday so we all went to Chilli's. It was great, yummy food, wonderful people, and then Matt gave Ashton his present. Now any of you who have seen the way Ashton and Matt interact you would know that they love, LOVE, love to tease each other. So Matt hands Ashton his card and gift and Ashton reads the outside of the envelope which says something to the effect of how silly Ashton is when he kisses his wife... and then at the bottom "To: ASSIE-POO From: MATT."(Everyone calls Ashton Ashypoo in my family...obviously Matt was a little confused about the spelling). We all start laughing, and Matt not fully understanding why we were laughing added in, "Well that's what you are." It was the icing on the cake.

11 years ago yesterday, Friday the Thirteenth.

Eleven years ago yesterday...it was Friday the thirteenth. I was walking home from the bus with Tarah. We were discussing how lucky we had been to escape any misshapes, considering that it was Friday the thirteenth. We were feeling good, however, as we neared our street I couldn't help but feel like I was walking into a thick cloud of grey on a sunny day. As soon as we stepped on to our street I saw them. Parked outside of our house with there heads down. It was a couple of people from the fire department. They worked for my dad, but I couldn't help but wonder why they were hear. As I neared the car I could see that there heads were down and they wore grave faces. Tarah and I looked at each other and quickened our pace. We passed with smiles and said hello, they gave a sorrowful hi, so we hurried in the house. Dad was sitting in the living room with mom, Cori and Tashi were already there. "Girls sit down, we have some news." I sat at the piano bench, my heart racing a million miles a minute. "Well..." He started, "You know that Matt has been sick the last couple of weeks? Well we took him to the doctors today and they did some blood tests..." We all had fear painted on our faces. "What's wrong with Matt?" We all questioned. "Well he has cancer, Leukemia." My head started to spin and the room turned to a blur, I couldn't see anything but the floor and couldn't hear anything but crying. The doctors told my parents that if they would have waited any longer, Matt would have been gone two weeks later because the cancer had progressed so rapidly and his white blood cell count was so high. We spent the rest of the day roaming the house aimlessly... while my parents went to the hospital to get things set up. We spent the next four years in and out of the hospital, wearing masks and applying thick layers of hand sanitizer. Matt NEVER ONCE spent a night alone in the hospital and at home. That was a promise we made to him. So we took turns sleeping in the hospital, we took turns sleeping in his room, we took turns spending hours with him at the hospital, and never let him out of our sight, not even once. It wasn't until a couple of years ago that Matt was ready and okay to be left alone for a couple hours or to sleep alone in his own room again. We have celebrated every diagnosis day since. Celebrated because Matt is still alive.

Eleven years ago yesterday Matty was diagnosed with cancer...Matty is still here, cancer free. And today Matty is going through the temple for the first time. Thank you God for letting us keep our angel.

If you see the wonder of a fairy tale, you can take the future even if you dare.

Yesterday Ashton and I went to Brigham to spend the day with some of his family. He had to help his dad remove the rain gutters and I had to play with some nieces and nephews. Being teased by Tristan and Jayden, and spending some time with my man at the gun show...no really...we did go to the gun show. And just in case you were wondering I bought a ring there. Any who...after going to the gun show I was pooped, no doubt from my busy week at work. So I filled my belly with some of mama Charlotte's yummy homemade enchiladas and laid down on the couch for a small nap. The next thing I knew it was two hours later and just about everyone had left. WOW... how does that happen? Feeling the need to move, I grabbed my tennis shoes and mp3 player and headed out the door for a nice run/walk/run/jog/walk/run. I have always loved movement and feel so blessed to be able do it everyday. It's my time to think, reflect, be grateful, get my mind straight, and see how magnificent god truly is. It was yesterday towards the end of my run and listening to, I Have A Dream from the new movie Mama Mia, that I was reminded of my deepest dreams and wishes. Things that I have hoped for, worked for, and dreamed of since I was a little girl. It was then that I realized that those things are still within my grasp...despite my inability to see how. The line played through my head, '...if you see the wonder in a fairy tale you can take the future even if you dare..." I know that God will help me find a way to achieve and accomplish all that I set out to do, I know that he wants me to live up to my potential, and I know that he will help me find a way, he will provide a path for me to see, and road for me to take. “If your heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme" from Pinocchio.

Happy Birthday Dad

Happy Birthday to the best DAD. Thanks for always being such a good example of hard work, diligence, stick-to-it-ness, love, and compassion. I love you dad.