Last week while in Utah, I really tried to use my time wisely since
I wasn't sure when I'd be back again.
Naturally, I called up my good friend Justin Hackworth
to snap a few photos of my family.
One of my greatest joys is family photos.
I can't get enough of them. (See: #afterchurchnies)
Today I am packing our belongings here at the ranch
for our big move. It feels weird to be packing up again.
Looking at these photos, I am reminded that family is everything.
No matter what is happening, my family gets first priority.
Someday when my family is old, and they have
left the nest I provided for them, I will look at these photos
and remember every little detail about them and the day.
I'll remember Nicholas's shaggy hair, Oliver's long tie, and his chapped fingers.
I'll remember the little black bruises on Lottie's legs from riding and
crashing her bike around my mom's neighborhood.
I'll remember the way Claire and Jane giggled and giggled almost the
whole ride down to Justin's studio about who-knows-what.
And I'll remember holding Mr. Nielson's hand as we admired our
children while Justin snapped away.
You see, these aren't just photos for me; they also tell a story-
a peek into my life and what we were doing, how we felt, and where we were.
A wonderful, stressful, happy story.
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Teachings from RMN:
Something powerful happens when a child of God
seeks to know more about Him and His Beloved Son.
Nowhere are those truths taught more clearly
and powerfully than in the Book of Mormon.
