sometimes i think about the power of a little soul and get all giddy inside and my smile creeps out like the sunrise this morning. someone completely unique, who has never lived or breathed and  never can be replicated, is about to come to earth and i'm a part of it. then sometimes i think about my responsibility in that and i want to shudder and crawl back in bed-i'm no wonderwoman. i dunno what i'm doing.
my friend shared with me this quote and i ate it right up. enjoy

"We fancy that God can only manage his world with battalions, when all the while he is doing it by beautiful babies. When a wrong wants righting, or a truth wants preaching, or a continent wants opening-God sends a baby into the world... Perhaps in a simple home and of some obscure mother. And then God puts the idea into the mother's heart, and she puts it into the baby's mind. 
And then God waits.
The greatest forces in the world are not the earthquakes and thunderbolts. 
The greatest forces in the world are babies."

baby pictures of moi. 
pardon the picture-of-a-picture horrendous quality.



if you want to see the good in humanity have a baby--people are soooo generous.
it's sometimes mind blowing and tear jerking. we couldn't be more grateful.
family and friends anyone-THANK YOU.

 our angel mothers

and angel grandmothers.

i am to the point, in the recent while, where i feel huge, no-gigantic, like a whale, beached and barely breathing:) it's awesome.


the pope, jimmer, and les mis

the killpacks treated us to a wonderful evening this weekend.
we went to Buca Di Pepo's for dinner.
get their chicken pesto pizza. it's to die for.

if you can, ask to be seated in the pope room. the lazy susan on the table has the bust of a pope on it that spins with the table as you are getting your food. cool and creepy.
amy and tim make it funny.

jake and lin. she has a baby girl growing due two weeks before our tyke.

curtis and nate.
now for the story of the evening: we were gathered to celebrate curt's birthday. when what to our wondering eyes should appear, but jimmer fredette and his whole family dear.
jake judd, being the brave man he is, yelled, "hey jimmer." to which he politely responded back with a greeting and a wave. i was so bummed, because I wasn't looking as he walked past our table.
later that evening,  daring devin asked jimmer to sign curt's birthday card. in high class style, jimmer totally did, and we all felt one notch happier that night.
end of story.

the night ended with beautiful les miserables at the capital theater. the story is so compelling, and moving. tears were shed. it was a well done production and a perfect evening. thank you killpacks!


a game of bocce ball

we recently went to the living traditions festival in slc. it's a weekend festival full of dancing and music from different ethnicities. we saw some authentic gals in grass skirts, gazed at cool food, and got to play bocce ball. it was harder than it looked.

summer is finally feeling close!