The Gift of Time

When Christmas rolls around in the Trickett home, there are many things to put on our list of "favorite things" to relish and savor. We love the constant melody of Christmas music, mugs of hot chocolate in the mornings, and inspiring stories each night. We also love watching the snow fall and magically transforming the trees into pieces of a winter wonderland. The kids all love to see the Christmas tree and become so excited when presents start appearing underneath it. As the days grow closer to Christmas, they will go and count the presents just to see if there might possibly be one more than the night before. :) It's true, Christmas really is for kids - and thank goodness there's a kid in all of us! Well, with all of the things that I love about Christmas, there is one thing that I have recently grown to love and anticipate. It's when my kids begin to ask, "Mom, do you think that Santa will bring us the "Gift of Time" this year?" I always reply with excitement and a smile, "Oh I sure hope so! It's my favorite gift of all!" - You see, Santa Claus began a tradition in our home about 5 years ago, and it has already earned it's place as one of the most valuable gifts our family receives. As a family, we are given not just presents, but a gift of spending time together doing fun things planned out and instructed by Santa himself. It all started when we moved to Eagle Mountain. Clint and I went out to our new home for the final inspection right before Christmas, and Santa had left a gift and a note for us to take home to our family. By the time we had gathered the children, read the note, and contained all of the giddiness, we found ourselves on a scavenger hunt through Salt Lake that led us from a restaurant -to a hotel -to Temple Square -with all kinds of gifts and clues and elves and secret helpers found everywhere and all along the way! There are too many details to write about right now, but I will say that after that year we have had breakfast bags made from scratch by Mrs. Claus herself, tickets to ride on the Tube'n'Train, and Christmas lights galore! - Zoo lights, Temple lights, and Thanksgiving Point lights. (Not to mention plenty of light shining in the little ones' eyes!) - Sleigh rides, surprise deliveries, and piecing together the nativity. Last year there was even a special treasure chest from Santa that was secretly stocked each night for 5 nights with a Christmas story book and items to go with the story so that it could be relived after reading it the next day! -Ice -skating, gingerbread house making, and jars of money secretly given. - Riding in a canoe with Santa, dates with grandparents, and making homemade ornaments together. - In 5 years time, Santa's "Gift of Time" has won the hearts of the Trickett kids both young and old! (Not that Clint and I are old by any means:) But this year, Santa delivered the Gift of Time on December 22nd. It was about 7 o'clock in the evening when he dropped off a gift bag at our front door. It was so much fun to see the little ones get so excited about their surprise gift from Santa! Dallin and Gavin ran in circles from the kitchen to the living room to the dining room over and over again because they just couldn't contain their emotions. Dallin was so sweet as he was making his laps he stopped and hugged me and said, "Mom, it feels so good!" Then I asked him, "What Dallin? What feels so good?" Then with the biggest grin you ever saw he said, "INSIDE OF ME!!!" That moment alone made me grateful that Santa had taken the time to give us this gift this year! Anyway, in the bag from Santa were 3 empty gift bags with instructions for the children to be "like the wise men of old" and go deliver 3 gifts to other families in secret. The first gift had to be a "joyful gift," so we filled it with treats, books, stuffed animals, etc. and delivered it to a family with 3 little girls. Dallin almost lost his boots in the snow running back to the car! The second gift had to be a "needful gift," so we filled the bag with different food items - hot chocolate, cake mixes and frosting, etc. - you know, all of the necessities!;) The third gift had to be a "meaningful gift," so we filled the bag with reminders of Jesus Christ - a nativity, a book, and a DVD (with some treats of course!) Santa told us that if we could successfully deliver our 3 gifts without getting caught, that we would awake in the morning to find 3 gifts from him! So, you can imagine the children's excitement when they awoke in the morning and found another gift bag at our door. In it there was a "joyful gift" of gift cards for each of them to "Build-A-Bear" and a little heart shaped bell to stuff inside their bear to remind them of the joy that they gave to the other families the night before. Then there was a gift card for dinner with their family for the "needful gift," (I guess since we all NEED to eat, right?;) Then their last gift was a reservation to stay in Santa's suite at the Embassy Suites in downtown Salt Lake for some "meaningful time" spent with their family. Carrying out all of Santa's instructions was so much fun, except for the part where we made a detour in the beginning of our celebration. Just as we were all getting in the car to head down to the Gateway, Kierra slipped and broke her wrist! So, instead of heading out, we went to the emergency room. I couldn't really tell if Kierra's tears were tears of pain or sadness that we might not get to have our "Gift of Time!" So, lucky for us, her brake wasn't too bad of a break (if there is such a thing,) and the doctor told us that we could still go and have our fun. I told Kierra we could always go and do our things another night, but she insisted that we had to have our gift of time. So, with a great perspective on what truly matters most, we all set out to enjoy our night. We had fun picking out animals and outfits at "Build-A-Bear" and seeing the amazing fountains and lights at the Gateway. We enjoyed our dinner at the Rumbi Island Grill and took in a little bit of our last minute shopping. When we got to the hotel, we sat and watched Christmas movies and of course a little bit of the basketball game, ate snacks and finally turned out the lights around midnight. In the morning it was Christmas Eve and Kierra's appetite had returned, so her and I snuck out to breakfast by ourselves while everyone else was asleep. When we had returned, everyone was still sleeping so we woke them all and had them go eat. As soon as they returned we all got in our suits and went swimming. (Most of the swimming was done in the hot tub which Kierra enjoyed since she couldn't get in all the way.) When we got home there was yet another note from Santa that wished us a Merry Christmas and encouraged us to enjoy our night at home together as a family. And so we did. We wrapped more presents, read more stories, and ended our night early with the true story of Christmas. It was a wonderful time, broken arm and all. Thank you Santa for your "Gift of Time." When we have each other, we have all we need!

A Christmas concert and a "Gift"

As I thought about the gifts that I would be giving for Christmas this year, I decided to fore go the traditional gifts and just give the gift of "time"spent with a dear friend. No store bought packages wrapped in pretty paper or tied up with fancy bows. Just some good quality one on one time to enjoy the company of a good friend. After all, isn't that what Christmas is all about? Well, little did I know, that an agreement between 2 friends to spend an afternoon together, would end up being one of my most precious gifts of all time. Let me share with you just exactly why.

We decided to meet for lunch at the mall - but this was not to be just any lunch. You see, for a couple of weeks before Christmas every year, the radio station hosts a "Christmas concert" everyday during lunch. Each day they post a list of who the guest performers will be. I was so excited when I saw that the day that we had set aside for our "gift" to each other would have as their guest performer, Paul Cardall. Now, if you have never heard of Paul, his music is beautiful and inspiring to say the least. In fact, it is his music that first plays when you log on to my blog. I just love his version of Silent Night. Anyway, the morning of the concert had arrived and believe me, I had high expectations of all of the many things that I was going to accomplish that morning before I made my way to the mall. -Getting kids off to school, picking up the house, shopping and picking up Christmas cards were all on my list of things "to do." Well, like many mornings with little ones, things do not always seem to go quite as you plan. I always try to be flexible, but this particular day I was feeling pretty overwhelmed. As hard as I was trying, I simply felt like I was only moving backwards all morning and everything that I tried to get "done," very quickly became "undone" by my sweet little Kambriella. The Christmas letter that I had typed up to mail to our family and friends became "history" pretty quickly when she erased it off of the computer screen. The oatmeal that she was having for breakfast made much better floor wax and finger paint than actual food, and the chocolate advent calendars that grandma gave the kids became fun packages to rip open along with all of the presents under the tree. Needless to say, I didn't accomplish much before we left for the concert, and all I could do when I finally got in the car was to strap all of us in and take a deep breath. It was a much needed and enjoyed quiet 10 minute ride to the mall. When we got there, Gavin, Kambriella, and I were all excited and ready for a little "Christmas cheer." As I sat with my friend and waited for the concert to begin, we giggled at the amount of "productivity" that went on earlier that morning. Then, Paul came out onto the stage and they introduced him and welcomed him back to their "Christmas tradition" which he had been a part of for 10 years now, all except for last year that is. You see, Paul was born a "heart baby" just like Kambriella. What I didn't know was how close he had come to death so many times, and that last year he had finally received a heart transplant. So, with the stillness and beauty of his piano playing, he proceeded to thank his Heavenly Father for a second chance at life and for the opportunity to be with his family at Christmas time. He expressed such a simple yet heartfelt message of being grateful for the little things and the little ones in our lives. He spent many hours at Primary Children's Hospital and saw far too many stories with unhappy endings. Because of the closeness of these things to his "heart," he played a song that he wrote and dedicated to all of the "heart babies" like him. The song he played is titled "Gracie's song." As he spoke these simple words and played the sweet song, my heart swelled with emotion to the point of overflowing. Tears came to my eyes and began streaming down my cheeks. I could not stop them from flowing any more than I could stop my heart from pounding and the lump in my throat from growing. I sat and sobbed uncontrollably through the whole song. Sweet little Gavin noticed my emotion and put his hand on my back and his cheek on my shoulder. All the while I was feeling this way, I was admiring my sweet little baby Kambriella and thanking Heavenly Father that she was alive and well, and there to be a part of our family and to share in this Christmas with us. I thanked Him for all of the smeared oatmeal and the tiny shreds of wrapping paper that littered the kitchen floor. I thanked Him for damaged advent calendars and deleted Christmas letters all skillfully constructed by two little hands with a strong will and a "strong heart." This Christmas concert became a gift to me from Heavenly Father who so tenderly reminded me of the important things in life and that it's really not the "things" that matter at all. There were many other special moments of tender mercies and revelation that came to my mind during that concert. I felt for a moment that time was literally standing still as I sat in a mall, of all places, and was learning one of life's greatest lessons. Along with testimony shared through word and song, a man in a wheelchair that needed a little "help" at Christmas, some physically handicapped adults that sang their hearts out - dancing and clapping along at times, the tender sweet smile of a dear friend, and the company of two of my very own precious little angels, Paul ended his concert with none other than my very favorite version of "Silent Night." Yet another tender mercy to let me know that I am loved and known deeply and personally by my Heavenly Father. How could it be that the thought of giving a gift to a friend of spending some quality time together, could turn out to be one of the most precious gifts of a lifetime? Well, that's what happens at Christmas. It happened on the first Christmas and it's happening now. The miracle of the Christ child's birth has blessed the lives of people for ages, and it is blessing my life today. I love my Savior and I am so thankful for the "gifts" that He so freely gives both at Christmas time and every day throughout the year. Merry Christmas!

Christmas Card 2010

“Timeless Memories of 2010”

T raveling as a family to Ramona California this year! Lego Land,
Disneyland, Sea World, and the beach! Fun times for all!
I nstruments of all shapes and sizes filling our home with music and –
noise? :) The clarinet, piano, flute, piccolo, and bassoon!
M a and Pa Trickett and their “12 children” pulling handcarts across the
Wyoming wilderness for a memorable “pioneer Trek experience.”
E venings of “date nights with dad” riding on TRAX and going to the
JAZZ games! GO JAZZ! BEAT L.A.! :)
L asik eye surgery for Susette! Oh how beautiful the world really is!
There are leaves on trees, mountains with detail, and no more migraines!
E ntering Jr. High! Kierra turned 12, loves Young Womens, and we can’t
believe we’re old enough for all of this!
S erving in Young Mens and Primary in our ward and absolutely loving
every minute of it! (And Kambriella is officially in nursery! YEAH!)
S occer, soccer, soccer! Dallin and Gavin have officially found their
competitive sides! (I can’t imagine where they got them from! :)

M any, many mornings taking Kambriella for walks in the wagon! Oh
how she loves to be outside!
E scaping the world for our 16th wedding anniversary celebration! The
Florida temple was beautiful and Disneyworld was amazing!
M any reasons to laugh and NOT cry - such as, a flooded basement,
broken air conditioner, dishwasher, water pipes, and water heater!
O utdoors with grandma and grandpa! Camping, boating, and hiking –
Carew especially loved tubing down the river!
R emodeling and adding on to Premier Vehicle Installation. Business is
growing and we’re thankful to be surviving the economy.
I ncreasing the ability to multi-task! For example, refereeing sumo
wrestling while singing and having family home evening!
E ntertaining children full of laughter, smiles, independence, and
forgiveness. Learning to love and give.
S incere gratitude for our Savior, His birth, His life, and His love. Merry
Christmas to all our family and friends we treasure throughout the year!

All our love, The Trickett Family
Clint, Susette, Kierra, Carew, Dallin , Gavin, and Kambriella

We are Santa's Elves!

On November 18th I had a sad attempt at ringing in the Christmas season with the WORST Christmas concert I have ever attended. But today, I am very happy to say that the Trickett family has officially "rung in the holidays" with the Trickett family Christmas party! I asked my kids each one individually what their favorite part of the day was, and I got the same answer from all of them: "the whole thing!" We had such a great time and it would have never been as much fun if we didn't have some of the funnest (and most competitive) family members around! Our party was centered around an "E.L.F." theme (everyone loves fun!) We had snacks and treats of every color and size! Thanks for all the yummy cookies, cream cheese balls, cheesecake bites, soups, chili and everything else that pleased everyones taste buds and sweet teeth! I especially loved playing the fun games with everyone, and yes, Clint was right. If his mom's team wanted to win, all she had to do was to pick Clint first to be on her team. And she did. And they won. ;) The men made some fierce "Mr. Grinch" faces! And those kids really know how to use their sense of feel, don't they! The pudding up the noses of Kierra and Cody made me glad it was them and not me, and the "stealing of the elf socks" would make a great addition to a wal-mart black Friday shopping game, don't you think!? :) You all make great balancers, builders, and keebler elf cookie monsters! After the games were all over, we had a yummy dinner of soups and bread bowls. It was delicious and I loved watching the little ones try to tackle their bread bowl that for most of them was bigger than their head! From there, we headed off to the Olympic oval for some ice-skating along with all of the other families in the Salt Lake Valley! Yes, it was packed, but that did not keep me from having fun watching everyone try to be brave in their skates, and from laughing so hard while skating with Gavin who would start cracking up every time he would start to fall and then I would hold him up dangling by one arm till he regained his footing! We had a wonderful time. What a magical night! When we finally returned home, we enjoyed doughnuts, cookies, and sweets galore. The children's eyes lit up as Santa knocked on our door and presented each one of them with a new pair of Christmas pajamas! After everyone changed into their jammies, we took pictures and exchanged gifts while a couple of men caught a short nap! (What kind of Head Elf sleeps on the job? Especially when we are this close to Christmas?;) To end the evenings festivities we dimmed all the lights (and added the glow of a crackling fire, thanks to Todd:) and listened to a Christmas nativity story from an animals point of view. It was cute to watch the little ones crawl like a dog, cat, ox, mouse, or donkey and lay down next to each other as if they were soooo tired! They welcomed the Savior of the world to their stable that night, where there was always room for a little one. And so my dear sweet family that I love, let us tuck these treasured, timeless, Christmas memories deep in our hearts and be grateful for them and all that we have as we make room for the Little One! I love you all! Merry Christmas!

Thanksgiving Everyday

Now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, I feel like it's important for me to share some of the gratitude that is in my heart, because although "the day" has come and gone, there are so many things to give thanks for every single day! President Thomas S. Monson said in this last conference, "Sincerely giving thanks not only helps us recognize our blessings, but it also unlocks the doors of heaven and helps us feel God's love." I feel that is so true. When I sit back and count my blessings, I always seem to become overwhelmed with a deep sense of love that I know my Heavenly Father has for me. In fact, the more I feel gratitude, the more blessings I am freely given. Doesn't it seem kind of ironic? In trying to give back thanks to Him, I am given even more. It's also that way with service. When we give of our time and talents to others, in the end, we are the ones that feel the blessings of serving. President Monson also said, "feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." So as we move from Thanksgiving to a holiday full of gift giving, I wish to express my love and gratitude to those who touch my life. My husband - he's truly amazing and is always giving to me. He gives me love, support, laughter and encouragement, and compliments that would make any woman feel like Ms. Universe! I love you Clint! :) And my children - who make me feel needed and loved, who love their one on one time with me, and who unconditionally love me even when I am grouchy! (and tend to pick those moments to tell me that I'm the best mom in the whole wide world! Imagine that! ;) I love you kids! And my parents - who have given me all that they have to give throughout my life - and can be good sports about attending a "rock Christmas concert" for an unforgettable 69th birthday gift with no complaints! I will never forget that one! I love you mom and dad! And my siblings - who I know love me even through banana-less banana bread and my all time famous attention getter - "accidentally" getting my nose in my ice-cream cone and then acting like I don't know it's there! I love you guys! And my in-laws - who accept me and love me just the way I am, and who make me feel not at all like an "in-law," but a prized sister and daughter who can do no wrong! Boy do I have you guys fooled! ;) I love you all! And to all of my friends - who love me, encourage me, believe in me, and inspire me and make me want to be better. Thank you for your devotion and friendship! They mean the world to me! And last but NOT least, a kind and generous, wise and eternal Father in Heaven who lifts me, forgives me, and loves me to the end. I am eternally grateful for all of these precious gifts!

It's a Wonderful Life!

I recently wrote about the "speed limit " that we travel through this life at, and since that day, I feel that "time" is traveling at the "speed of light!" I am just simply amazed at how true it is that the older we get, the faster time goes by. Everyday seems to be full of things to do, people to see, places to go, reasons to celebrate-laugh-and smile. And as much as I desire for the little things in life to linger, I am enjoying life to the fullest - along with each of the days that come and go. I love taking my little ones to the zoo, (especially when it's their first time!) I love going on dates with Clint and taking our children on their individual dates each month when it's "their day." I love making birthday cakes for my family and laughing out loud when the little ones press their faces up against the window with squished noses and crazy faces! I love having Family Home Evening and the time that we are together with no where to run off to, and no where that we have to be. Whether it's being a "Ghost buster" with Clint or "Booing" someone for the 3rd time in one week, our family home evenings is on my list of favorites. I also love serving in the church. I feel like life has so much more meaning when we are doing something for someone else. And although I wish I could do more at times, I still feel so much joy and satisfaction from the time that is given from a mother to her family. I love having my parents come and stay for a visit and to see everyone giddy over the"special attention" that they get from grandma and papa. I love when the kids say something so cute like, "I'm choosing the right because I want to be on Jesus' side!" I also love watching the kids all run for the back door for a big hug every night around the same time, (you know the time, when daddy comes home?!) I love watching the seasons change and taking in all of the wonder and beauty of Heavenly Father's creations. I love watching my children grow in confidence with their accomplishments in church or at school. I love getting together with family for blessings and baptisms and holiday gatherings. I love family traditions, especially the ones that come this time of year! (Baking, singing, decorating, and the "Gift of Time!") I love seeing old friends and wrapping my arms around them and hugging them a little longer than usual. I love to close my eyes at those moments and push pause and record those thoughts and feelings and memories in my heart. And even though there always seems to be challenges both great and small that are mixed in with all of the good, I love making it through the hard times and then looking back on how we may have grown through the experience or trial. Because - it is true that without the opposition in life, we would not know true joy. For all of these reasons and so many more, I am so grateful at this Thanksgiving time. I know that all that is good in my life comes from our Heavenly Father and I can honestly say, "it's a wonderful life!"

"SPEED LIMIT 35"

I can hardly believe that it's already November! It feels as if the hands of time are turning faster and faster as the days pass by. So, in an effort to remind myself to take time to slow down and enjoy the simple things in life, I have been listening to President Uchtdorf's talk from this last conference titled, "Of Things That Matter Most." I love everything that he says in this talk! He reminds us that during some of the busiest, most hectic times in our lives, we need to slow down and SIMPLIFY! As I have listened to this talk over and over again, (almost daily now!) I find myself learning new things all of the time. (And just as Dieter relates almost all of his stories to airplanes, I seem to relate almost all of mine to running!) So, I guess I'll chalk this one up to just one more of "life's little lessons" that I learned on a run!
I was on my way home with only about a mile or so left to go, when I happened to look up just as I was passing a speed limit sign. It said, "SPEED LIMIT 35." Now, I don't know how many times I have passed a sign like this, but for some reason, today, this sign taught me something. A speed limit is just that. It's a limit. Not a challenge of "how much faster than that can I go?" Well, as I thought about this sign, I also realized that it was there to help me and to keep me safe. And - not coincidentally, the closer we get to home, the slower the speed limit gets. In some areas on the freeway we can travel at speeds of up to 75 mph! After we exit the freeway the speed limit drops to 50 then 45 then 35, then once inside our little neighborhood, the speed limit is a whopping 25 mph! So, as we continue to race on through this life, we need to be sure that the closer we get to home, the more we need to slow down! Doesn't it make perfect sense? Some of the most important work that we do in life happens within the walls of our own homes. Wouldn't it be sad if we were in too big of a hurry or we were in such a rush that we ended up missing out on those priceless opportunities? I know that I personally try to fill my day to the fullest with good things. But, I also know that there are millions of "good things" in the world and that I need to be selective on which ones I put my effort into and which ones can be left aside for another time. I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who is kind enough and wise enough to help us learn and grow while we are here on this journey through life. I am grateful that He speaks to our hearts and minds in ways that we can understand, and if we are listening, we just might hear what it is that He is trying to tell us. This life truly is a gift and I am so happy to be reminded daily that there is a purpose and a plan to all of this! Now, if only I could figure out how to get the laundry done at freeway speed, and how to turn nap time into a "school zone!" Or hey, how about a "STOP" sign! THAT would be awesome!

The Parable of the Socks

One thing that is certain in this life is that there is always room to grow. There is always room to improve and learn and to be better than we were the day before. I know that I can definitely learn more patience from my children, increase my knowledge and learning through good books, and thankfully, gain more "wisdom" through life's little lessons. Some days the lessons that I learn seem to be simple in logic, yet profound in meaning - just like what happened to me the other morning.


I was sound asleep, peacefully dreaming, when I was abruptly awakened by the sound of my alarm. I threw back the covers and stumbled to turn off the sound. This morning was starting out the same as most mornings as I mechanically maneuvered myself through the room in the dark, gathering the items that I needed to go out for my morning run. I had been successful at collecting all of the items except for one thing - my socks. I reached into the basket to get my socks and was certain that all of the different materials that I was feeling were NOT my socks. I could feel nylons, wool socks, my nice trouser socks, my furry warm slipper socks - everything but my running socks! Frustrated, I left the room and decided to go and get dressed and get a drink, and then I would go back a second time and this time surely be able to find my socks! Well, when I went back and "felt" my way through the sock basket, I found myself once again frustrated at not being able to find my socks! Finally, after mentally apologizing to Clint for having to turn on the light, I reached my arm around the doorway of my closet, flipped on the light switch, grabbed my running socks, and then quickly turned the light back off. That was it! Within a matter of seconds I was able to see clearly what I needed, get it, and be done! I had finally obtained the last item that I needed before I could move forward with beginning my day. As I sat (in the dark) putting on my socks and shoes, I had this very distinct thought come to my mind. -Sometimes in life we think that we can do things on our own - that we don't need any "light" to find what we are looking for or to get us where we need to be. If only we would take an extra second in our day to "turn on the light," then we could begin to move forward and progress. Who knows how much time I would have wasted in the dark had I not decided to just turn on the light. It's also interesting to think about the fact that Clint was right there in the room with me, but I was still the one who had to flip the switch. It is the same with the gospel of Jesus Christ. What we need is right in front of us and only we can choose to turn on the light. Only we can invite our Savior into our lives and let His light shine bright for us. It's a pretty simple lesson, but one that I have thought about time and time again, and one that I am reminded of every single day as I simply choose to "turn on the light!"

The "Heart" of an Angel

I am pretty sure that I know just about everything that there is to know about one of Heavenly Father's littlest angels. Her name is Kambriella Noel. Her favorite people are Dada and Mama. She loves books, bracelets, necklaces and balls. She loves babies, singing, dancing, and shoes. She loves doggies, kitties, balloons, and chocolate milk. And she delivers more laughter and smiles to our family than all of the toys from Santa on Christmas Eve!

One year ago on October 5th, this little angel had to under go open heart surgery at Primary Children's hospital. One year ago, I held that precious angel and wondered if I would ever get to hold her again. I remember feeling worried and scared, and then comforted all at the same time. I have a vivid picture in my mind of Kambriella peering over the shoulder of the doctor as he cuddled her and walked down the hall that had a bold yellow line that we were not aloud to cross. She looked so tiny in her hospital gown and I wanted to run after her and hold her, but I knew that this "hard thing" would be good for her. I guess that is kind of how life is for all of us. Heavenly Father sent us here and probably wanted so badly to run after us and hold us, but He knew that this earthly experience, this "hard thing," would be good for us. I have learned that even though I don't necessarily like doing hard things, that I can still do them. Even though Kambriella's heart surgery was scary at best, just look at this little angel now. Look at how much she has grown and what a beautiful little girl she is turning out to be! This trial has made her strong and part of who she is today. It has also made me a stronger person and so much more appreciative of all of the angels in my life. As I direct my thoughts to the hope of the future, I will ever be grateful that I still get to hold on to this precious child. For I am anxious to see what lies ahead as more of the characteristic traits develop from one of Heavenly Father's littlest angels.

5 Years From Now...

I love Autumn time for so many countless reasons. The colors of the leaves are in their fullest brilliance, the temperature starts it's gradual decline, and some of the most important words ever to be spoken, etch themselves into the walls of our homes. As the General Conference of the church is broadcast throughout the world, the tender, sweet, and inspiring messages are also ever so close to home. Not only is the council that is given to each of us so definitely all inclusive, but also so very personal in so many different ways. With paper and pen in hand, I opened my heart and mind to the words that a loving Heavenly Father was sending to ME. There are always so many wonderful messages that it is like a feast for the soul. And lucky for us, we live in a day and age where we can read and re-read those inspired words and then the "feast" becomes a "buffet" where we can "go back " as many times as we would like and then truly "be filled."
So, as I listened to 5 sessions of conference (including the General Relief Society Broadcast), I learned many great lessons. I learned a lot of our great worth as individuals. I learned a lot about charity and service. I learned that we should always make sure that we are looking out of "clean windows" and not judging others. :) I learned about faith and prayer and endurance and obedience and gratitude... and the list goes on and on. But I asked myself this question, and it was amazing the answer that I gave: "What was the number one most important thing that you learned this conference that you can use today to help your family right now?" Well, with such a smorgasbord of spiritual food, the one thing that touched me greatly came through the talk given by Mary N. Cook. She related the story of her new grand-daughter and how her daughter felt so driven to "begin now" teaching little Ruby the things that she needed to know to become a virtuous young woman someday. I likewise felt those inspired words pierce my soul with such great force that I knew that this was what I needed to do. Sister Cook said, "Begin now teaching your children what you would like them to know 5 years from now." As I sat and pondered on this, I began to see such great wisdom in this council. In 5 years from now Kierra will be almost 18 years old! Carew will be right behind her - preparing for a mission, Dallin will almost be a teenager, Gavin will be 10 and Kambriella 6! So, should I wait until then to begin trying to teach them what they will need to know to be happy? Or should I begin now and prepare them for the joys and trials that indefinitely lie ahead? If I want my children to dress modestly, love the scriptures, live honestly, and go to their Heavenly Father in prayer with all of life's questions, should we begin by doing these things now? YES! And although I have always tried to make these things a priority, I now have a renewed sense of determination to do better and be better because I know it will benefit the lives of the people that I love the most. I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father, a loving prophet, and the spirit that can whisper to each of us individually of what we need in our lives right NOW.

The Symbols of My Birthday

As a mother, I by no means "lay out a wish list" of all of the things that I want for my birthday, but it is fun to give a few suggestions when the kids come up and ask, "Hey Mom, what do you want for your birthday?" Some of my replies I gave with a grin just in case Clint was listening or overhearing our conversations :) - "Oh a new diamond ring or some new running shoes would be nice! -Or how about an hour long back massage? -Or someone to do the dishes without being asked? -Or how about someone could brush my hair or do the laundry for me? :)" Those are some of the things that I think every mother would like and that kids are very capable of giving. But all of those things are NOT what I got for my birthday. - I actually felt kind of spoiled with the gifts I was given because, well, moms just really don't expect a whole lot! As I thought of all of the gifts that I had received, I couldn't help but reflect on ALL of the gifts that I have been given in my life. I remember when I was young dreaming about growing up and finding "Mr. Right," getting married in the temple, and having a family all of my own. Now just look at me! 5 kids later and 1 Mr. Right! (Well, at least I let him THINK that he's right - but we know who really wears the pants in the family - Mrs. Right - RIGHT? :)

Well, on to the symbols of my birthday. Each gift that was given to me represents in my mind something greater than I'm sure was ever intended, but I feel that if I can see all things as a means to learn and grow, then I can hopefully pass on something more to my family. I received a new phone AND phone calls from family and friends, representing the gift of love. I actually told my mom that when we grow up we don't even need birthday presents. We just need to know that people love us! I also received flowers and a necklace engraved with the saying, "Dear friends are always close to the heart" - representing the gift of friendship. I also received chocolate, dark chocolate, chocolate with caramel, Reese's peanut butter cups with chocolate, a cute Halloween bowl filled with Chocolate Avalanche popcorn, and a Neapolitan and chocolate birthday cake, ALL representing the gift of, well,.......Chocolate!:) I also got a really cute hat that reminds me to keep my head on straight! -A lunch date with Mr.Right and 2 beautiful hand made watches representing the gift of time, precious time. I got a cute decoration for my entry way that says "Blessings" -that reminds me daily to count them every one! And last but not least was my favorite gift of all. It didn't come wrapped in any pretty paper and it wasn't tied up with any fancy bows. It came from my sweet little Dallin with his eyes full of excitement and anticipation to give it to me. He couldn't wait until the evening for me to open it with the rest of the presents that I had set out on the table. He had asked me quite a few times throughout the day, "Mom, do you want me to give you your present now?" I could really tell on the last time he asked me that I was getting my present right then and there whether I wanted to wait for the whole family or not! As I leaned in close to him, he smiled with both of his hands behind his back and said, "Happy Birthday Mom!" He quickly pulled out from behind him a small plastic compass and said, "It's for you Mom, so you can find your way home!" Something in my heart immediately swelled up - you know -that thing that is directly connected to the tear ducts? I thought to myself, "What a sweet little boy! He doesn't ever want to lose me!" And because of eternal families, he never will have to! I don't ever want to lose my way - and I think I'll always be able to find my way to 11903 Buckwheat Way, but I truly need continual guidance, a "compass" if you will - to find my way back to my heavenly home. My compass in life is the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Without it, I would be nothing, and with it, I can accomplish anything. I am eternally grateful to my Heavenly Father who gives us all good gifts, and I am thankful for Dallin - and all of my family and friends who are continually helping me to find my way home.

Lions and Tigers, and a Giraffe Cake? Oh My!

From the moment that Gavin told me that he wanted an "Animal monster truck" birthday party with a "giraffe" for his cake - I KNEW that I was in trouble! I simply told Gavin, "I don't think I've ever heard of an animal monster truck party before." Gavin's reply was quick and to the point. "Mom" he said, "I just want to have the animals at my party and then you buy me monster trucks for my presents!" I was actually a bit relieved after the clarification! I thought to myself, "This party shouldn't be too hard -everything but the cake that is!" So, I began planning and pulled off in my mind what was a "semi-giraffe looking" shaped cake. I made it the night before his birthday after he had already gone to bed so that when he woke up it would be a surprise. The surprise ended up being more for me because when I came home from my aerobics class the next morning, I found Gavin already awake, dressed, hovering, and gazing dreamily at his beloved giraffe cake. I knew right then and there that in spite of all of the worrying that went on over my cake decorating frailties, that in his eyes I would still be the reigning "1st best mom in the high wide world!"
Gavin's birthday turned out to be a really fun day for both Gavin and all of the rest of the family. He got to take cup cakes to preschool, have McDonald's for lunch (which really means that he got a new toy for lunch;), and have a party with some of his friends and siblings. We started out with an animal "cape" for each child. We had everything from white tigers to pink zebras. And of course since this was an animal party, we played all kinds of animal games. We played "Moo -sical" chairs, Octopus tag, Puppy chow relay races, Lion-Lion- Tiger (Like Duck-Duck-Goose), and lots of other animal games. We even ended up with the biggest "Doggie" pile I've ever seen! And fortunately for everyone, no one got hurt, including the littlest boy Alex who somehow ended up on the bottom of the pile! After all of that "horsing around," we layed down in the grass and watched the clouds float by while we took a breather and tried to see what animal shapes we could find. After opening presents, blowing out candles, and filling up on thirds of cake and ice-cream, the friends all went home and we took Gavin to the restaurant of his choice for dinner - the place where Gavin says you can "pick your own food!" You guessed it - Good old Chuck-A-Rama! It was a fun filled day and of course when Gavin went to bed that night we recounted all of his "favorites" from the day, and then he politely began to tell me how excited he is for his next birthday! Thank goodness we have about another year to think about it!:)

Trickett's Country Store

One of my favorite things to do is to create. Whether it's creating a cozy place in our home or putting a smile on someones face, creating something beautiful brings a sense of joy and satisfaction unlike any other. When we first moved here 2 years ago, (that went by fast!) I fell in love with the country charm that this home already had, but I have also had a fun time envisioning things that I would like to do to make it really feel like "home."
I have decided that I'm a really lucky girl! Not only do I have a really great time being creative, but I also have a husband who is kind enough to humor me and also helps me out on the construction end. He is such a trooper! Clint never seems too concerned when I tell him about my latest and greatest "big ideas." (And if he really is concerned, he's great at not showing it!) -Whether it's some bold red paint, a door hung in the stairway on a wall, building a tiki hut for Carew, or a "country store" in our kitchen, Clint is always such a good sport to go along with me and my "big ideas.":) It's funny to me how my projects have become not only a means to create and beautify, but also a sort of challenge to see just how creative I can be while spending as little money as possible. You know that feeling of getting that really great buy - so not only is it going to be beautiful, but you managed to save a bundle in the process! That was kind of how this project turned out. Between the wallpaper, lights, shelving, shudders, brick trim and roof, I think the grand total was about $62. That of course does not include the cute candy bins. (Come on now, I'm doing the best I can!:) Anyway, it sure is fun to do, and to see the finished product is even better! This is the pantry/fridge area in our kitchen and what we now call the "country store." Complete with shudders, a brick roof and trim, a rooster bell, produce baskets, and bulk candy bins with real scoops! It is so much fun that now when we say we need to "run to the store," Clint can actually run there and back without even breaking a sweat!:)

Mama's Boy

63 days ago, when Gavin began his "preschool countdown," I knew he felt like the day was never going to arrive. Let's face it, when you are 4 and so excited about something, even a few days can feel like forever! But, if you jump inside the heart and mind of the mother of that 4 year old, well now - that is a different story. I can vividly remember the days when Gavin was my tiny little screamer - for 8 months straight! :) How quickly time has passed from when he could only kick and scream, to now where he can laugh and run and play and tell me that I am "the first best mom in the high wide world!":)

The morning of Gavin's first day of preschool was so cute to me. He jumped out of bed immediately and got dressed as quick as he could while the whole time repeating the phrase, "I can't believe I'm finally going to school! I can't believe I'm finally going to school!" As soon as he went upstairs, he quickly found his back pack and wore it all through scriptures and breakfast. (Even though there was still 2 hours before he would have to leave!) Clint cupped his face in his hands and said, "I'm so proud of you little buddy! You're finally going to school! Next thing you know you'll be shaving!" We all giggled a bit over that one, but at the same time I felt a tiny crack in my heart. The statement was humorous yes, but at the same time, all too true. I can see already just how quickly time passes, and I feel like I am running out of time. I need to be sure that the things that I am spending my time and energy on will be things that will leave a lasting impression for good on my children. -When it was finally time for school, we had decided that all of the kids and the moms in our neighborhood would meet at our house to take pictures of the big day. When Gavin saw all of his friends pull up and jump out of their cars he said, "Oh mom! They all know it's the first day of school!" (The fun thing about this is that 5 little friends from Gavin's primary class are all going to the same preschool so he gets to be with all of his little friends!) As we lined up the group and took pictures, all of the little sisters of the preschoolers began bawling as if to say, "Oh don't leave us big brothers!" It was hilarious - the big brothers giddy with excitement and the little sisters so emotional and all upset. After I dropped Gavin off at the school and drove away, my heart felt a little ache and I was suddenly imagining him graduating from high school or college! When he finally came home, he ran in the door and gave me the biggest grin and tackled me with the biggest hug and shouted, "I LOVE SCHOOL!" I of course was anxious to hear all of the details and so when I asked him what he got to do at school he simply said, "Oh, I can't remember!" I laughed and thought to myself, "See? There you have it. Straight from the mouth of an honest little 4 year old. He doesn't care about all of the little details like I do. He only cares about the feeling that he has inside." That left a major impression on me. My children may not remember all of the things I say to them or they may not remember all of the things that I try to teach them, but they will remember how they felt while they were here. They will remember how they felt when they were with their family and especially with their mom and dad. Do they feel loved? Do they feel special and important? Do they feel appreciated and accepted? Do they feel the nurturing love of our Heavenly Father and the warmth and presence of the Spirit in our home? Even though there will be days where I may feel like "bawling and screaming" because I don't want my children to grow up too fast, I feel very motivated to press forward with faith and commit myself to offering my whole heart and all of the love that a mother can give to the most important little people in the "high wide world!"

For the Beauty of the Stars

"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight -
I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
That my dear, sweet daughter will hold on tight,
to the memory of cuddling her mother under the pale moonlight."

This particular morning started out like that of any other. I laced up my running shoes and headed out for a morning run. As usual, my thoughts were everywhere, flowing from one thought to the next almost as quickly as the steps I was taking. For me, my running has become a very spiritual time. A time to ponder on the things that matter most to me in my life - my family, my friends, my calling as a mother, my testimony, things I need to improve on, etc...
It seems to me that it never fails, that my thoughts always end up in gratitude for the abundance of beauty that is all around me. As I breathe the fresh air and feel the wind in my face, Heavenly Father's masterpiece of creations is enveloping and beautiful. Ironically, it's this deep beauty and not the run that ends up taking my breath away...
So, as I rounded the last bend and approached my home, my view went from the ground in front of me where my next step would be, to a blanket of stars twinkling high in the sky, and a sliver of a moon that seemed so perfectly etched into a puzzle of diamonds. It was that amazing. I wanted to capture the feeling of that moment so I went and gathered a few comfy blankets and pillows and layed them out in the middle of the driveway. I went inside and woke Kierra and asked her if she wanted to come out and look at the stars with me. Her response was immediate and as excited as mine. - I love that she is so much like me. She appreciates and loves so many of the simple things in life. After all, how many crazy girls do you know who will lay out in the middle of a hard driveway at a quarter to six in the morning, just to "take in the view"and "bask in the beauty of a still morning sky?"
The air was cool on our faces but our souls were warm with a love that was sent down from Heavenly Father that morning. We layed there and talked of wishes and dreams, and shared thoughts and hopes of things yet to come. We warmed our hands with giant mugs of hot chocolate (Raspberry cheesecake! It was divine!:)We closed our eyes and listened to the silence, and then marveled at the sight when we opened our eyes and saw how quickly the light was coming. Then we giggled at ourselves as a lady passed by with a half of a grin and one eyebrow raised!
As we realized that the morning was growing late and it was time to go back inside, I will never forget the words Kierra said. "I love my mommy though, I want to stay with her forever."
So far in my life I have seen many beautiful things, but the twinkle in my daughter's eye that morning truly out-shined the diamonds in the sky.

The ABC's of Back to School

The other day as I stepped outside for my morning run, there was a big, bright, full moon up in the sky and a chilly breeze rustling the leaves. I thought to myself, "It feels like fall!" - And I of course love the fall and everything that comes with it - the colors, the leaves, the pumpkins (and the pumpkin treats:), the resurrection of the hot chocolate, and for me, what is the beginning of all of the fun holidays and traditions. Needless to say, I was excited and had an added little bounce to my step that day.
This was also the day that we had our "back to school" family home evening. We pulled out our chalkboard and went through the "ABC's" of back to school. "A" is for attitude, "B" is for blessings, and "C" is for choices. You know, it's really up to us how we will approach each day, each situation, each trial, and each new experience that Heavenly Father gives us. If we will only look at the overflowing toilet as an opportunity to mop the bathroom floor, or doing the dinner dishes as an opportunity to talk about your day with those that you love, then I think we will find an abundance of happiness all along the way. Choosing to be happy and choosing to recognize the many blessings that are handed to us each day truly reflects a grateful heart. If I can maintain a positive "Attitude," seek to recognize my many "Blessings," and "Choose" to fill my home with peace and harmony, then the spirit will be ever present. I really want my children to be happy living here. I figure that heaven was probably a pretty spectacular place to live, and I don't want them to be too terribly home sick :). Even though we definitely have our moments of rivalry, selfishness, and hyperactivity, I really think that the children are learning how to make correct choices, count their many blessings, and strive to be genuinely happy as they go about their day. This was all very evident to me as I watched my three oldest on their first day of school. Kierra began her first morning with what she called her "gratitude prayer," Carew livened up the morning with his"sizzling finger to the hip" because he looked "so hot" in his new outfit:), and Dallin reminded us all once again that he belongs to the best family in the whole wide world!
I'm so thankful that Heavenly Father fills our lives with tender little mercies, and that by choosing to recognize all of the blessings that are sprinkled on us throughout the day, an attitude of happiness and optimism shows Him just how truly grateful we really are.
(P.S. Anyone for hot chocolate?:)

Blueprint of an Angel

One of my very favorite moments in the routine of my day, is when I leave the hallway upstairs and step inside the bedroom of my littlest angel. It's almost as if heaven itself has descended in a cloud and softly taken refuge in a little princess bedroom. It never ceases to amaze me how tender the feeling is inside that room; I become swept away in awe and fall in love with the scene that I find every single time.

The other day as I layed Kambriella down for her nap, I pressed my ear against her door hoping that the silence was a sign that she had fallen asleep. It was very quiet so I peeked inside only to find the view of two chubby little legs dangling out of her crib as carefree as if dangling her toes into a cool pool of water on a hot summer's day. She wasn't asleep yet and she didn't see me, so I tip-toed quietly out of her room with a smile glued on my face that carried me throughout the rest of the day. I thought to myself later on, "That was the sweetest thing I have ever seen and I hope she does it again so that I can snap the shot and push pause on that memory forever." Well, after a long Sunday of Primary songs, chocolate chip cookies, and playing with her family, she was exhausted and I layed her down and quietly snuck out of the room. Sure enough, when I crept back in to check on her, I was greeted by 10 little toes and I thought to myself, "Surely this must be the blueprint of an angel."

There is something so precious about tiny baby toes. They are a symbol of innosence and playfulness, of glass slippers yet to fit, and of faith yet to follow in someone else's footsteps. I can't help but wonder where her little feet will go, and all of the other little one's in my care for that matter. Will they walk straight and tall? Will they slip off their own sandals and try walking in someone else's shoes? Will they run where ever they go and will they go the extra mile? Will they embark on their own journey and find their own "happily ever after?" I pray everyday that Heavenly Father will help guide my footsteps so that the path will not be too hard for them to follow. Besides, who needs to follow footsteps when you've already got wings? In fact, with the blueprints of angels all around, I think I just need to follow their lead. :)

Tugging at my Heart Strings

I tuck my little ones in bed and head up the stairs only to be called back for "one more kiss" and "one more hug." With my eyes gently closed and their tiny arms wrapped around me, I try to record the feeling deep in my heart. -Because they are tugging on my heart strings and I never want to forget this feeling.
So many moments pass too quickly and I can't help but want to hold on to them forever, so I have decided to do what prophets have counseled for ages. Write them down. Henry B. Eyring gave a talk in conference a few years back and encouraged us to take a few moments everyday to try and recognize the Lord's hand in our lives. You know, I haven't been too good at recording those moments on paper, but my mind and heart are full of vivid still moments in time where I have felt the love of the Lord and His loving hand guiding me. I have consciously stopped to "be still" so that I might more fully be able to recognize those moments when He is there.
Being a wife and a mother has helped me to see that He is not only there, but He is everywhere. He is in the first light of the sunrise and in the brilliance of the moon at night. He is in the strength of daddy's hand and in the comfort of his touch. He is in the tender, sweet cry of our newborn baby and in the laughter of each little child. He is in the big blue eyes that watch in amazement as stories are told and lessons are taught. He is in the courage and faith of a family's humble prayer. His love is ever present . He is always there.
Today, there were 5 little angels tugging on my heart strings. As I washed the dishes, there was one who hugged me around my knees in a body language that seemed to say, "Here I am mommy! I want to hold you!" Another wrapped his arms around the core of my body as if to "get a good grip" and squeezed me tight! Two of the little angels puckered up so big that their lips stuck out farther than their noses! And oh to hear the sweet song of gratitude slip from their lips for the simple things in life. I never knew that scrambled eggs and pancakes could mean so much!
Well, I think this is going to be the beginning of endless memories! I want to use this time to record all of the "tugging" that goes on in my heart. I am so grateful for every day that we are given and for the opportunity to live within these walls, in the company of these precious angels...