Just one of those days.

We had a cold freeze last night and when I woke up this

 morning the car doors were frozen. 

 Times like this I wish our tiny garage would store the car 

instead of the bikes, motorcycles, tools, and who-know-what else.

At 7:30, my morning crew hopped in the frozen car and off we went to school.

About half-way down the street I discovered that my car door wouldn't shut.

 I slammed it again, and again certain it would shut on its own.
 Then I turned the corner and the door flew wide open.

So I proceeded to drive the car around the block and right back
to our driveway where we could better examine the door.

I figured the door was just jammed by the frozen ice

so I filled up a cup of hot water,
and poured it all over the side of the car door.

Nicholas was eager to check if my trick worked so he slammed the door

 without realizing Ollie's fingers were nestled in the door crack.

 Ollie yelled loudly (in his awesome 14 year old boy voice),

and before I even knew what was happening Nicholas had 

quickly opened the car door releasing Oliver's bruised fingers.
Ollie doubled over in pain.

After some Motrin, warm-presses, bandaids, and a few pieces of

cinnamon toast later, I finally got everyone off to school late- but we arrived!

Around 2:45 I got a phone call from the school
nurse informing me that Nicholas's
teacher thought he looked pale so she sent him to the office.
Telling Nicholas that he looks pale is like telling him
he's got a giant spider on his neck (with horns!),
it goes straight to his brain and messes with his psyche.
So in his mind being pale must mean he is super sick-
even dying, probably.
I talked to Gigs on the phone reminding him that he was just fine,
had about 12 minutes until the bell rings.
Since he wasn't bleeding or throwing up I asked if he could
hang in there just a few more minutes.
Then it took about 7 of those 12 minutes to talk him into it.

I mean, what mom hasn't had one of these situations?

This is part of the job description isn't it?

Also part of the job description is making dinner that inevitably

someone will not just dislike, but HATE (Lottie).

Too many

Well I finally got around to reading my last Christmas magazine.

It seems like it's always that way,

I can't find time during the holidays to

 sit down and relax long enough to flip through the giant stack
situated near the couch.

So, today at the table I sat down and read through a few.

Now I have all my Christmas meals planned, 

decorations decided, and gifts picked out for next Christmas.  

Just kidding, well, mostly.
Also, I really wish it was still Christmas.

Tonight the boys went to a friends house to hang out so 

I took the girls to dinner where we spent too many

hours at too many grocery stores, making too many jokes, 

staying out too late, and laughing at too many stupid things.

Like this:

Without being asked.

I dropped Mr. Nielson off at the airport this afternoon

 bound for a cattle convention in New Orleans.

He'll be gone a full week.

He prepped Oliver before leaving since Oliver would become the 

"man of the house".  He told him to take Angus for walks (without being asked),

 to do his homework (without being asked),

take the garbage out (without being asked),

and most importantly be really nice to me, and not fight with Nicholas.

More on that later--we'll see how that goes.

(He's really actually a good boy!).

These trips Mr. Nielson goes on aren't as hard as they were when the Little Nies

were younger.  The Little Nies help each other more, are more responsive

to me, and more eager and engaged to help around the house.

Ok, maybe "eager" isn't the right word. 

Before I dropped Mr. Nielson off at the airport, we went to lunch

and talked about our dreams and wishes for our family and each other.

I am so grateful Christian is so devoted to God,

 to our marriage, and to our family. He is a good man all around.

We miss living at the ranch where he used to wear his boots and hat

every single day to work, it's fun to see him in his old uniform.

Sleepless Nights

My weekend was over in a blink of an eye.

Seriously before I knew it, it was late on Sunday night

and the prospect of the new week ahead was pushing down on me.

All the Littie Nies were up, and the house was a mess.

I announced it was time for bed, and I meant it.

We stopped what we were doing, and we did in fact go to bed

with the house a mess...and I NEVER do that.

But I knew if I stayed up any longer, 

I would pay for it at 6:40 when my alarm shouts loudly in my ear.

(Also waking up Lottie from her silent slumber is just torture).

But here I am trying to embrace a new week full of new adventures, 

problems to be solved, meals to be made, lunches to be packed,

homework finished, morning runs, afternoon walks, baths, scriptures study,

personal/family devotionals, carpooling, 

church meetings, playdates, youth activities, missionary work,

and saying goodbye to Mr. Nielson who is leaving 

to a cattle convention for a full week in New Orleans.

  I guess now I should add sleepless nights

to my list too.

Ohhh mama!

Wild Orange Mess

Each morning at 7:00 Lottie stands in front of the mirror

in my bathroom with tired eyes and crazy hair.

I'm a pretty average at making ponytails, piggytails, braids, and buns.

I'm not super creative, but at least Lottie looks clean and well cared for.

EVERY DAY after school when she hops off the bus,

 her hair is a wild orange mess.  

Any trace of a hairstyle was long gone, probably

 minutes after first recess.

EVERY DAY I ask her why she takes out her hair, 

especially since it just falls in her face all day long.

(And who likes that??)

Today as usual, I asked her why she took her hair out of 

the cute piggy braids (with black satin ribbons), 

she told me that the devil came and snipped the rubber bands

out of her hair.

I asked her how she knew it was the devil 

and she said because it was really sneaky.

Then I asked her if the devil stole her black ribbons.

"Nope, those are in my backpack."

Weird.

Spiritual Enlightenment: One by One

Tetris.

I don't know if it's the cold (it was 15 degrees today)

but the skin on my legs hurt.

They're red and puffy and sore.

It hurts sooo good when I ask Mr. Nielson to rub certain areas.

I can just feel the scar tissue breaking down like Tetris blocks

hitting each other- or at least that's what it feels like.

And sometimes I feel like I am 100 years old.

I wonder what it will feel like when I am actually 100

years old (If I make it that long, my Papa almost did!).

The photo of Mr. Nielson snuggled up in bed has nothing to do 

with my journal post today, only to say that I 

took this photo right before heading out on my morning run.

He looks so cozy, and I was this close to jumping back into bed with him.

He wakes up each weekday morning at 5:00 a.m. to take Clane and some of

the neighborhood kids to seminary.

He deserves this well-rested morning.

Sleeping and Smiling and the Splits

Last night as I was cooking dinner, Mr. Nielson sat down 

with Lottie in the living room while she read books to him.

She is reading so well now, and it's so fun to hear her sound out

words and read sentences.

The book she chose was a little advanced for her and she struggled

through some of the parts.

 I listened as Mr. Nielson helped Lottie piece together

 sounds to make words.  

After a few minutes I could tell she was stuck trying

 to sound out some of the words.

  "Dad, ummm, dad, what's that word?  Dad?"

I heard no response.

 I walked into the living room and found a sleeping (and smiling) Mr. Nielson. 

 (Smiling AND asleep? That's impressive!).

I patted Mr. Nielson on the shoulder, and he perked right up

 trying to pick up where he left off as if he never dozed off.

It was a long day.

PS.  Have you seen the video of James Corden skydiving with Tom Cruise?
Did you know James Corden does the SPLITS on landing?
 Go here (10:46) if you need a good pick-me-up today.

Just take the first step.

This is my favorite MLK quote, 

and I post it every year on his day:

“Take the first step in faith. 

You don't have to see the whole staircase, 

just take the first step.” 

This quote has given me strength on so many days,

in so many ways.

Teach and Fortify

Weeks ago, I was listening to a beautiful talk by one of my 

very favorite Church leaders and Apostle,

 Ronald A. Rasband:

"We must continue to teach and fortify fathers and mothers

 in their divinely declared roles with their children in the home. 

We must ask ourselves constantly if that extra sporting event, 

that extra activity or errand outside of the home is more 

important than families being together at home."

This year Christian and I have created heavy-duty scripture 

goals for our family.

We will be studying from several sources, including:

The Book Of Mormon, Preach My Gospel, The New Testament,

For the Strength of Youth, and the new Come Follow Me manual.

It's a tall order and will take a lot of commitment and hard work 

from ALL OF US, but the Little Nies accepted the challenge,

and most importantly, they accepted it--willingly.

Mr. Nielson and I set up a family scripture study plan, and

I bought all the manuals and books for each family member.

 I also acquired gobs of fun pens for highlighting and writing

and a journal for them to record thoughts and inspiration.

Lottie used her new Polaroid camera and took photos of each of

us to glue on our "scripture packet."

Lottie's scripture journal is already full of doodles, and I don't think

Nicholas has even cracked his open yet.

But that is to be expected.

Each night after dinner and at the dinner table 

(with plates still on the table), we study.

  Some nights it's for 5 minutes, and other nights when time has

allowed, we lingered at the table for over an hour

 talking about a specific topic or question.

Christian and I know our study each night won't be perfect, 

and some form of failure is inevitable.

But our family wants and needs the

"profound blessings" that we know we can receive

 as we put Christ first in our home.

As a mother, my calling is to help my children 

have a relationship with Christ.

I can do that and am committed to doing that.

I don't know all the doctrine of the Church, I'm not good at memorization,

or have scriptures just waiting in the wings of my brain,

like some people I know...(Mr. Nielson).

I am still studying and praying for those gifts, and 

I certainly don't have answers to all

my children's questions, but I do have faith, know

what I feel is real, and can get answers to my sincere prayers.

I have seen miracles come from obedience and commitment to the Savior.

And I can teach that.

Nielson Family Scripture Study 2019:

Monday- Preach My Gospel  & The Book Of Mormon

Tuesday- The Book Of Mormon

Wednesday- The Book of Mormon

Thursday- For The Strength of Youth & The Book Of Mormon

Friday-Off

Saturday- Off

Sunday- Come Follow Me & The New Testament 

* * * * * * * * *

Spiritual Enlightenment:

(Good quotes about Family scripture study)

"I promise you that daily family prayer and scripture study

 will build within the walls of your home a security and bonding

 that will enrich your lives and prepare your families to meet 

the challenges of today and the eternities to come."

-L. Tom Perry

"The ideal place for that peace is within the walls of our own homes,

 where we have done all we can to make the Lord Jesus Christ the centerpiece."

-Richard G. Scott

"Sabbath day observance, family prayer, family scripture study, 

service and activity in the Church, as well as patterns of respect

 and loyalty in the home, will have a great effect 

on our children and on their future. 

Now, the important thing is that we consistently work to do these things.

 We will not be perfect at it, and our families will not always respond

 positively, but we will be building a strong foundation

 of righteous traditions that our children can depend on. "

-Cheryl C. Lant

"Consistent, wholesome family traditions that include prayer, 

scripture reading, family home evening, and attendance at 

Church meetings, though seemingly small and simple, 

create a culture of love, respect, unity, and security. 

In the spirit that accompanies these efforts, our children 

become protected from the fiery darts of the adversary so 

embedded in the worldly culture of our day."

-Steven R. Bangerter

Fern

Introducing Fern:

 the newest member of the Nielson home.

Fern is 8 weeks old and was given to Nicholas

just recently as a Christmas present.

Nicholas was shocked on Christmas morning

 since he had NO idea he was getting her, or even asked for a hedgehog.

He was soooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited.

She's is adorable.  We love her- that is, we love her when she's not sleeping.

Since Fern is nocturnal, she's spinning around on her wheel while we are snoozing.

We're kind of like ships passing in the night, 

but usually after dinner Nicholas pulls her

out of her house so we can all mug and play with her.

Last Friday we had two sets of sister missionaries over for

 dinner and Fern was the maid of honor.

Getting to know Fern:

Mr. Nielson and I hand picked her out of about 23 other little hoglets.

We chose her for her calm disposition, and because 

she nestled into my sleeve when I picked her up for the first time.  I melted.

Fern eats kitten food.

Fern is nocturnal.

Fern likes strawberries.

Fern poops a lot when she wakes up.

Fern lives in a heat controlled habitat in the boy's room.

Fern loves to be held.

Fern kinda stinks.

And as it turns out,

I think Claire likes Fern the most in the family:

Faith, Hope, and Charity

It's finals week in the Harlow House.

The Little Nies are finishing up the term which means

that testing has begun.

We've had our share of tears, exhaustion, frustration, 

Priesthood blessings, prayers, success, and stress.

And I wondered if we could get through our nightly family scripture devotional

with all the homework and studying that needed to happen.

But after dinner we split the Little Nies up into "companionships".

Claire and Ollie, Nicholas and Jane, and me with Mr. Nielson and Lottie.  

Each companionship was studying a different Christlike attribute

using the Preach My Gospel missionary manual.

Each group paired off and had 10 minutes to prepare.

Mr. Nielson and I (Lottie too) went to the couch to discuss, but mostly

we listened and observed our children with their scriptures open reading

and discussing their feelings about the topic.

I was overwhelmed with peace and knew why the term

 "heaven on earth" was invented,

because I was pretty sure I was experiencing it.

When we all met together after the 10 minutes was up,

the Little Nies presented their thoughts beautifully, sharing what they had

studied and learned specifically the Christlike attributes of

faith, hope, and charity.

They even shared some great examples from

 their own little lives.

Then it got a little rocky when we ended and it was time now

for five people to shower and get ready for bed.

But I'd like to focus just on the good parts of the evening.

"Faith leads to action, including repentance, obedience, and dedicated service. 

When you have faith in Jesus Christ, you trust the Lord enough to follow 

His commandments—even when you do not completely

 understand the reasons for them."

* *  

"Hope is an abiding trust that the Lord will fulfill His promises to you.

Hope helps you conquer discouragement."

* *

"Charity is “the pure love of Christ”

You will come to feel a sincere concern for the eternal 

welfare and happiness of other people. 

You will see them as children of God with the potential of

 becoming like our Heavenly Father."

While at home.

Lottie stayed home sick most all last week with one heck of a sinus cold.

After a warm bath I asked her what she wanted to do all day in between

blowing her nose and coughing.

She wanted to make paperdolls, so while I cleaned out a few kitchen

cupboards she created all the characters of The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty,

Beauty and The Beast, and Moana.

After she was done, I cut them all out and then laminated them.

When I was a little girl and sick at home, I would play paperdolls in front

of the TV and watch shows like Oklahoma! and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

My mom would bring me Sprite and popsicles and wait on me hand and foot.

In fact, I can't drink Sprite and eat a purple popsicle without thinking

about my mom.

I didn't have Sprite for Lottie, but I did have a laminator,

and I cut her fresh Arizona oranges slices whenever she wanted.

6:00 Seminary.

 Clane (and friends) were recently featured in our local magazine, 

Chatham Magazine. 

The story features the dedication of young seminary students

 who at 6:00 each weekday morning get up to study, learn and 

attend seminary classes instructed by volunteer teachers in our

church congregation (thank you, Brother Smith!).

My girls love it. 

They don't love waking up early, but they love

the wonderful kick-start to their day.

Their personal relationship with Jesus Christ is strengthened

daily, thanks in part to seminary first thing in the morning.

I attended four years of seminary in Utah,

but I NEVER had to wake up early to attend my classes.  

Seminary was an elective class period for me,

and I didn't see it as a personal sacrifice like I have observed 

 it has been for my girls. Man, these kids are SO good!

What is Seminary:

"Seminary is a worldwide, four-year religious educational

 program for youth ages 14 through 18. It is operated by

 The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

 but is open to teenagers of all faiths.

In seminary, students and their teachers meet each weekday

 during the school year to study scripture.

 The curriculum is organized in a sequential or chapter by chapter manner.

Instruction concentrates on a different volume of scripture each year, 

rotating between the following four courses: 

Old Testament, New Testament, Book of Mormon

and Doctrine and Covenants and Church History. 

By the time a student graduates from seminary,

he or she will have completed the study of all 

of the standard works of scripture."

(HERE)

Credit.

Last night I dreamt someone was crying, and I couldn't find them.

It was horrible.

Then I woke up to find Angus under my bed, stuck and whimpering.

 I got on my hands and knees and 

slowly pulled his

 two furry hind legs out until he was free.

He licked my face, circled five times around my sheepskin rug,
then settled back down, and seconds later, he was asleep.

I was jealous.  It took me a little longer to doze off because

my mind was now up and alert and racing.

I was replaying some of the scenes from the day.

Usually, when this happens, my mind only remembers the parts of 

the day when I failed.

Like when I packed the worst lunch (hostess cupcake, chips, and water)

for the Little Nies (our refrigerator has been broken since New Year's Eve,

I haven't been to the store in ages).

Or when Lottie kneed me really hard on my back during scripture study

and I lost my patience with her.

  Her brown eyes filled up with tears, and I immediately felt so guilty
of being a terrible horrible mother.

Then I thought about when I picked up Clane almost 20 minutes

later than I said I'd be there.

I drove up to the school to find them freezing with the wind blowing 

their hair in all directions.  (The school locks the door when the bell rings).

 I thought about my shortcomings, failed dinners,

dishes in the sink, my family, the many issues I struggle with,

and how I fall short of who and what I want to become.

Then as if heaven sent words of wisdom straight to my ears in the dark

of the night, one of my favorite quotes

 came to mind by Patricia R. Holland:

“If I were Satan and wanted to destroy a society, I think I would

 stage a full blown blitz on its women. 

I would keep them so distraught and distracted that they would never

find the calming strength and serenity for which 

their sex has always been known. 

He has effectively done that, catching us in the crunch of trying

 to be superhuman instead of realistically striving to reach our 

individual purpose and unique God-given potential within such diversity."

I changed my thinking and fell asleep counting

the positive things that happened instead-

no matter how silly or small:

I connected with some of my family members in Utah,

I read to Charlotte, and I spent time at the park throwing

the ball for Angus with just Oliver, I sat down and actively listened to Jane

tell me an experience she had in school, I played with Claire's hair, and I 

helped Nicholas clean out his new hedgehog habitat.

I'm trying.
And "we get credit for trying, even if we don’t always succeed."

Spiritual Enlightenment:

 Tomorrow the Lord Will Do Wonders among You.

Jane's Story.

Recently, I've noticed Jane hard at work on the computer at the kitchen table.

 I knew something was up when she kept asking me questions about the accident,

like when I woke up from my coma, and if I remembered the

 therapist's name in the hospital who counseled and prepared the children before

 they saw me for the first time.

After a few days, I finally asked Jane what she was doing,

 but she was pretty vague on the details.

She didn't offer up too many details and diverted my questions.

Finally, I learned that she was writing her experiences about the

 accident for an English paper in school.

Jane is a private person and guards her emotions so fiercely sometimes

 it's hard to get her to open up,

so I was over the moon to learn she was writing this paper 

and couldn't wait to read it! 

The problem was, she would only let me read it right away anyway.

I think she was worried if I read the paper, I would cry and then

 ask her a thousand questions, 

and she wasn't ready to talk about that.  I get it!  

Since 2008, Jane has suppressed a lot of her feelings, 

especially since she really struggled to see me again for the first time,

and I think that made her feel bad.

She handed me a box wrapped in pretty paper and a ribbon on Christmas morning.

Inside the box was the essay she had worked so hard on.  

Trying not to make a big deal about it, I hugged her and

 told her I'd wait to read the paper at a quiet private time.

I'm glad I did. 

 It was pretty emotional reading about her little 5-year-old memories.

"While these memories and months were some of the

 hardest and darkest I can remember,

It strengthened my relationship with my mother.  It helped me know that there

is a God looking after me, orchestrating my life for the better.

Blessing follow trials and miracles happen on this earth. 

 I have seen and experienced them.

I know firsthand that beauty is found inside of us, and  

 that meant understanding my mom's scars to learn it."

Our accident will forever be in our lives.  

I am constantly learning new, old, and new perspectives daily! 

 My children were all a part of this huge life change, 

they were indeed young, but they have memories 

that they will never forget.

(Read more about me and Jane, check out this article by Jamiee Rose)

"Regardless of the issue, hard can be good for those who will move 

forward with faith and trust the Lord and His plan."

Hope Chest

I received a Lane Co. hope chest in 1999 when I graduated from high school.

It sat at the end of my bed filled with dishes, linens, treasures, 

winter sweaters and photos.

When I got married Mr. Nielson and I loaded my chest

 into my brothers truck and took it to our new home.

 I unloaded the dishes to the old musty cupboards of our 100 year old home,

 and the bedding onto our new bed.

Christian and I agreed that we would give our daughters hope chests when

 they graduated from high school, like me.

But we felt like Claire was ready for it sooner.

Generally I think that these days kids are just ready sooner.

So, Mr. Nielson began construction on the chest early December.

Our Bishop was kind enough to let Christian use his wood

 shop to construct the chest since most of his tools are packed away still.

Almost every waking hour Christian was there working on the chest, and 

it was hard to keep a secret from the Little Nies about where he was.

He even missed the tradition of a Christmas Eve movie so he

 could finish the chest in time for Christmas morning.

But he did it!  

After the Little Nies went to bed on Christmas Eve I helped Christian carry

 the heavy box inside the house. It was gorgeous!  

He had stained the beautiful maple wood a light color

 and inside was filled with glorious sweet 

smelling cedar to protect its contents.

I wrapped up dishes, goblets, and table linens in pretty paper

tied with satin ribbons, and put them inside for her to discover.

I can't wait to see what else she fills the beautiful chest up with

for her future life, home, children, and family.

(She has quite a collection already).

Last year I got Claire and Jane Minerva Teichert paintings for their future home

and pretty embroidered dish cloths.

 Oliver oblivious to the gift, asked me why we had gotten Claire 

a coffin for Christmas.

Hope Chest:

"A hope chest, also called dowry chest, cedar chest, trousseau chest

 or glory box is a piece of furniture traditionally used to collect items 

such as clothing and household linen, 

by unmarried young women in anticipation of married life."

11:15

Sometime in the wee hours of morning Lottie crawled into my bed, 

this is kind of a regular occurrence and so I didn't think anything of it.

Soon it was apparent that a fireball was sleeping by my side.

Lottie had an epic fever accompanied by an earth-shattering cough that 

woke me up about 600 times between the hours of

 3:00 and 6:45 when my alarm went off.

Lucky for me, Mr. Nielson had taken Oliver and 

Nicholas to seminary with the girls at 5:30 a.m.

Sometimes the boys like to tag along to get

 forgotten homework finished, or play basketball in the gym.

So when my alarm went off at 6:45, I turned it off and 

 Lottie and I slept until around 11:50, yes you heard me

I said ELEVEN FIFTY!

Lottie woke up with a raging thirst and appetite

and told me she had a dream about beans and rice.

Minutes later we were in the car driving to Chipotle and met

Mr. Nielson for lunch.

Every 15 minutes Lottie would ask me what time it was

then tell me what she'd be doing in her class if she were there.

After lunch as we walked out the door, my eye caught a tree near the storefront.

It had bright pink blossoms popping out of a few of it's branches.

I picked Lottie a sprig and told her Spring came a little

earlier in North Carolina than we are used to.

Mr. Nielson hugged me and told me not to get down 

about the spring blossoms yet because

we still have plenty of winter left.

He knows me so well!

It was one of those days that was all together the worst, but 

also one of those days that I don't want to ever forget.

Happy 2019!!.

Our family rang in the New Year while celebrating at our friend's home.

There was plenty of good food, games, and 

 about 500 kids running around screaming

and shooting nerf guns.

But I don't know New Year's Eve any other way!

Before the party, the girls and I made New Year's hats.

We even made one for Angus!  He hated it.

But what is New Year's Eve without hats?

Seconds after 2019 rang in, I smooched Mr. Nielson and then 

gathered each Little Nie in my arms for a hug and smooch. 

When it got to be really, really late, we made our way home to sleep until morning,

when we were up and ready for our next official 2019 adventure.

The Polar Plunge!

For many years now, this cold water plunge has been a Nielson tradition.

This invigorating exercise brings in our new year with a kick-start!

This year we jumped into the freezing mucky waters of Jordan Lake.

It was in and out for all of us- even Lottie!

It took some of us (Clane) a lot longer to get in than others of us.

But we all got in!

It was a long walk back to the car in our swimming suits, boots, and robes.

The good news was we had a fire crackling and hot chocolate

waiting for us at a small fire pit near our car.

Next year we thought about a beach plunge!

I'm cold just typing it.

In the evening, I cooked New Year's dinner which consisted of
Hygge pudding with vanilla-infused cherry sauce,
 and plenty of whipped cream.  

And bubbly. Of course, the bubbly!
Now that's a quality New Year's dinner!

In the center of the table, surrounded by glowing candles,
 sat a crisp $10.00 bill for the lucky 

Nielson who discovered the whole almond in his/her pudding.
In order to win the money
ALL the pudding has to be gone before whoever has the
almond can say anything.  That means whoever has the almond has
to keep it hidden in his/her mouth.
That can get tricky.

This year Jane found the almond!

We made her give a little speech (which is a new rule) 

about how she can connect a spiritual analogy to finding the
 almond in the pudding.  She did a wonderful job on the spot.

It was awesome, worth $10.00 awesome!

After dinner and before we left the table, we opened up 

The Book of Mormon and started reading it as a family again.

The Book of Mormon has inspired our family, offered protection,

and given us immeasurable peace throughout changes and challenges.

We love and honor this book!

Happy 2019 to all!