I love writing my thoughts on my computer while I'm in bed with the
windows wide open, especially on these hot summer nights in Provo.
I enjoy it even more when it's windy, as I can hear the chimes hanging
under our front yard apple tree.
But tonight was the ultimate because it rained while the wind blew.
I remembered our recent family Back to School Feast
because it was wonderful.
I was so thankful for my dear friend, Justin Hackworth, for coming
to the Briar House to snap a few photos of the evening.
I will write about it tomorrow and reveal our newest Family Theme.
I will also show you the gifts Mr. Nielson and I presented to the Nies
as we prepare to kick off this new school year.
My ankles are the size of softballs, and I need to rest my weary bones.
It's strange to think that three years ago, I was busy and thriving.
I was preparing three meals a day, packing lunches and snacks,
changing diapers, grocery shopping, driving, and teaching yoga.
I worked at a studio in downtown Mesa, where I taught both yoga
and an art class, all while enjoying the various homemaking tasks that I love.
And life was so enjoyable, and my body could accomplish just about anything I wanted.
Then I was in a hospital, unresponsive two years ago, and in a coma.
I had no idea what I had ahead of me, and my family didn't think I'd pull through.
One year ago, I was weak and tired and could barely get dressed.
Showers were difficult, sleeping was worse, and I was so depressed.
I hardly had the energy to finish the day.
Now I am two years out and stronger every day.
I should never underestimate the power of prayer
and the Savior.
*I need to remember this when I am
getting up early to get my babies off to school.
Remember this?
(Claire going to kindergarten in August '07,
Arizona)
