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"Do you have any kids?" ... No 💔🥺 "Oh..."

"Do you have any kids?"

... No 💔🥺

"Oh..."

But we have LOTS of nieces & nephews who feel like our own, and are some of our BESTest friends!!!🥰❤️❤️❤️

Today I am SO grateful to be surrounded by so many beautiful nieces & nephews, who fill and comfort that ache in our hearts. So grateful to them for allowing us to pretend like they're our own. 😏🥰

To those who have grown up to be incredible adults and have become such special & close friends to us -- our angels at times. 💚

We love them so much, I often wonder if my heart is able to contain the amount of love it feels... just note that when i die, it'll likely be due to my heart finally meeting its capacity, and it finally burst from the feels i feel every day when i think of all these babies 🥰

#givethanks

☀️Is it dark... or is there light? 🌩️Is

☀️Is it dark... or is there light?

🌩️Is it stormy... or is it calm?

❄️Is it cold... or is there warmth?

🙏 Is it hopeless... or is there hope?

The answers to the above are: both are true.

It's dark, cold, stormy and hopeless in the shadows. But it's also light, calm, warm and hopeful in the sun. 💚

Today I'm grateful for perspective, and the freedom of mind, and gift of time, to be able to readjust my view on life.

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The moon parts the darkness despite how whole it f

The moon parts the darkness despite how whole it feels. "I won't let you rest alone" it says. Even in a faded glow, it shows up for the earth, to give it hope. The belly of the earth burns to share its story, blooming and branching out to display its support in gratitude for the strength of the sun, and relief for the moons vulnerable glow. Fading further in the darkness is an audience of stars, quietly, and reverently, shining forth their own light. "Me too" they say, one by one, taking their turn to bravely show up.

Today I am feeling grateful for brave hearts. Courageous voices who speak out with vulnerable stories. #MeToo stories, helping the lonely minds find seeds of friendship & hope. Thank you to everyone who receives stories with love & understanding, and thank you to everyone who shows up despite how whole they feel. 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌙💚

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I remember sitting alone in my room as an 8 year o

I remember sitting alone in my room as an 8 year old, looking out the window, through the trees, over the beautiful view of the Great Salt Lake. It was a beautiful Spring day, and the sun felt especially warm on my face.

I've always had a great imagination, and I try to always keep an open mind - open to anything that is possible.

I grew up without a presence of grandparents. The one and only one I knew, living, was my mothers father, 'Grandpa Don'. He passed away when I was 5 years old.

At school, in Kindergarten and First Grade we celebrated 'Grandparents Day'. On that particular day I was sitting on my bed, I was awaiting the upcoming celebration at school, knowing I had no one to take with me. So I was feeling pretty down, but also curious where grandparents go when they're no longer alive?

As I watched the trees rustle in the breeze, the warm sun on my face, I quietly said a prayer out loud...

"Grandpa? If you're here with me... could you give me a sign?... I miss you..."

I had the impression that something was behind me, or maybe I was feeling insecure that someone may have heard me pray out loud... either way, when I turned around, over on my dresser was a full tall glass of apple juice I had resting on the top. I kid you not, it rose up, moved over, and dropped. 😳

I've never forgotten that moment. I wasn't afraid, I knew that was my grandpa showing me in his clever amusement that, yes... he was with me. My heart was full. 🥰

My child-like heart can get the best of me at times, but I have built my testimony of angels from that foundational experience. I KNOW we are always surrounded by our loved ones, and friends. I know that we are never left alone to face this world. I am grateful for angels who help guide us to live our best life, through trials, achievements, and momentous moments.

I look forward eagerly to the day that I can give my grandpa a BIG hug and tell him 'Thank you!' for answering my little kid prayer, and another BIG hug to my loving Elder Brother, Jesus Christ, who takes my imperfect self, and helps me learn, and grow, and leads angels to help me along the way as I stumble through my mortal experience here on earth. #givethanks

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