Sunday, May 16, 2010

Fave Day of the Week

MMmmm.  Sunday is my favorite day of the week. 

On this particular Sunday, I got a hilarious little love note from my sweet little Tori on my pillow.  She is famous for leaving notes all around the house - They make my day....Thanks darling daughter.


And I also got FLOWERS!  We have friends in the ward that make an annual trip up to a Springville nursery and bring back these awesome flower pots.  Yesterday they picked up my belated Mother's Day gift from Ryan!  Thanks so much sweetheart!!!  I love you!

Hope you've all enjoyed your Sunday!

Saturday, May 15, 2010

and more on feet....just for Ryan's enjoyment

ok, promise this is the last post of the day!  Our sliding shower malfunctioned and dropped on Tori's toe this week.  Oww!  Poor girl.  She has been a trooper!  See those adorable little toe hairs?  Yup, she inherited those from me and Grandma Torrie.  She'll thank me later :).

Two weeks of school left!


Tess's class had a way cute Reading Picnic/reader's theater that Ryan and I got to attend.

Tori had her end-of-year 3rd grade program.



Tori and one of her best friends, Siena

Tori and other best friend, Larissa.

Tori and her teacher, Mr. Shirley.

~Sisters~

Some days I feel like Mowgli out of Jungle Book, but instead of a boy being raised by wolves who doesn't know how to be a boy, I was a girl raised by boys who doesn't know how to be a girl!  Being born in the middle of seven brothers, I'm a tomboy to say the least.  I'm not very good at girl things.  I have zero fashion sense; all I know how to put together is jeans and a T-shirt.  I am a terrible shopper; I experience buyer's remorse after anything I purchase.  I've never been to a spa and think I would feel VERY uncomfortable at one.  Now, I have to say, this had nothing to do with my mother.  She tried unceasingly to turn me into a lady!!  "Beckie, act like a lady!" she would plead, but I would smile and have belching contests and spaghetti-eating contests with my brothers, and never felt freer or happier than when I was on the back of the motorbike with one of them, with the wind whipping my hair and flying over our homemade jumps.

A month before I turned 15, my little sister Whitney graciously entered my life as a gift from the Heavens!
She is a doll!!  She's such an example to me, and I love her to absolute pieces!
When my brothers started to get married, I was overjoyed to gain some more sisters.  Then I married Ryan and gained three more beautiful sisters.  I am so grateful to all of these ladies for accepting me in my Mowgli form and being such kind friends to me.  This past week I got to see five of my sisters. 

I love you Holly
I really wish we could have had more time to get caught up, but it was so good to see you for a few minutes.  Thanks for all of your help with Ryan and his sore back.  Please always know how dear you are to me.  And sorry for stealing this picture off your FB :) ha ha.  It was just such a cute picture!

I love you Jodi. 
It is always so fun to see you.  Thanks for accepting me and loving me all these years.  You are down to earth, accepting, hardworking, and have a huge heart!
 
-Then I got to go up to Salt Lake to see three more of my sisters for a Girls Night Out.  I love you Tami, Raeghn, and Becky.  It was such a blast!  We went out to eat at Olive Garden and then stayed up until 4 a.m. playing Rook, eating Swedish fish, sharing our most embarrassing moments, and laughing until we cried.  It's a favorite memory ladies.  Love and miss you all!!!











Don't ask how we got on the foot thing, but we were measuring and photographing and laughing!  It's going to gross Ryan out - he doesn't do feet :).

Backblog #2 - Mother's Day

Well, I'm still behind, but a few words about Mother's Day.  I have an incredible birth mother.  She has sacrificed so much in this life to raise me and my eight siblings.  I cannot begin to tell you...She gave up everything for us.  She is my hero.  Every time I get in my complaining mode, I think about my Mom.  There is nothing that I have had to go through that she didn't go through at least twofold.  Here is a little clip of a letter I wrote her: 

"Thank you so much for teaching me the gospel. Today in primary I had to tell them my favorite songs, and as I thought about it I told them "Give Said the Little Stream" because you used to sing me that song when I was little. You taught me to give. Then I thought of the song, "Jesus Said Love Everyone."  You taught me to love all people. You sang to me "I Am A Child of God" and told me all about Heaven. You taught me that I was a precious daughter of God. You sang to me "The Golden Plates" and "Book of Mormon Stories." Through your love of the scriptures and the years that you taught me in seminary, I knew that you had a testimony of the living prophets and of all scripture. You taught me to love the word of God. You sacrificed so much to give birth to us 9 children, you loved us unconditionally, you fed us, you taught us everything you could think of to help us succeed in this life and enjoy Heaven in the next, you did our laundry, you came to our sporting events, you loved our friends and made them feel welcome in our home, you gave up everything for us. You taught me that motherhood was the noblest of all callings and planted in my heart the desire to be a Mom, the best that I could be."

I love you Mom!!!!!!  Thanks for serving a mission.  Thanks for serving me!!  I will forever treasure and be grateful for your example to me.




I have an incredible angel Mother-in-law (I hate that word, she is my Mom, that is only for clarification).  I wish I had a picture of her and I together, but I don't.  One of my first memories of Mom Henrie is when Ryan and I were dating.  She had cooked an absolutely out-of-this world Thanksgiving dinner for us.  Everything was picture perfect.  The food, the matching dishes, the invited guests, and the Henrie family.  As we went around the table and said what we were thankful for, she talked about her love for Jed.  She said that he was the "love of her life" and how grateful she was for him.  Her and Dad Henrie had the cutest relationship.  They did everything together.  They loved to go on dates and "getaways" together and just adored each other.  She taught me to cherish my husband.  She also taught me to cherish every moment.  She had lupus and was in severe pain most of the days of her adult life, but you wouldn't know it.  Whenever we would go visit her, she would ask all about us, our worries, our health concerns, our lives, and never talk about herself.  She devoted her life to healing others and forgetting about herself.  She had a beautiful gift of interior design and their home was always delightful to stay in, so tastefully decorated, and it always smelled so good!  There is so much more to say, but for now, I love and miss you Mom.  Thanks for watching over us from Heaven and thank you eternally for raising and giving me my sweetheart, Ryan. 





I have also had many adopted Moms like Christine Howard, Deanne Kunz, and Jeannie Henrie who have watched over me since I have been married and moved away from my other Moms.  
~I am so grateful for all of my Moms~

p.s.
Ryan kinda sorta forgot it was Mother's Day, but he made the most creative meal out of what he could find in the pantry/fridge/freezer:  beef roast, turkey stuffing, dehydrated hashbrowns with the cheese sauce from Kraft Mac and Cheese drizzled on top, steamed carrots, and wheat bread.  Ryan was embarrassed, but I was famished and didn't have to cook, so it actually tasted delicious to me!  Thanks so much Hon!!
My darling kiddos each made me homemade cards, the best kind in my opinion.

And lastly, my ever thoughtful Dad Henrie sent me a Mother's Day letter, and the last paragraph was relevant to ladies everywhere.  He said in effect, if you ever feel you're not strong, not kind enough, not good enough, recognize the source from where those thoughts are coming.  "The devil is just another man who doesn't know what the hell he is talking about." (direct Jed Henrie Quote :) )
Ha Ha.  Loved it!  Thanks so much Dad!  Love you tons!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Backlog of Back Blogs! - Ranch

Ranch Face
Busted by Uncle Dave
Our adopted son, Tyler with his "bros"

I feel FREEEEEEE!!!!!
~Group Hug~
Point A - beginning of hike, bottom of hill.
Objective - "shed hunting" or "antler hunting."  Now, for those of you who are like me, this sounds a lot like looking under the couch for a missing hairbrush from last year and shouting a victory cry as you collect the strands off the brush.  I haven't caught the "passion" for this sport of sorts, but for Ryan it is a big deal!  I was along for the company, the scenery, and the exercise.
Point B - top of hill laying on our backs after inhaling Snicker bars and being amazed by the beauty of nature.
Behold, hair off the hairbrush - woohoo!!
My mighty shed hunter - victorious once again
Point C - bottom of hill, five hours and six miles later.

p.s.  Other need-to-know information I acquired on the hike:
elk poop = looks like a "Whopper"
deer poop = bloated raisin

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Paper Escape

 It was 7:30 p.m., and I was tired of paper - paper bills, paper money, paper taxes, paper reports, paper homework.  It was time to head for the red hills that surround this valley that I have grown to crave and love.