I slept in. Woke up to two cute girls in their birthday suits. Was lovingly brought a homemade and very thoughtful card made on pink paper with a printed elephant on the back. We had a delicious breakfast and went off to church. 
After church we went to the cemetery to visit Dave's Mom grave as well as other loved ones who are buried around her. We decided it would be good for Anna to start to understand her death a little more and have a connection with her, since her middle name is after Grandma Karen. I talked with her about how Grandma Karen’s body is buried in the ground, but her spirit is in heaven. I used the “glove analogy” and she seemed to really get it. It is a solemn experience to go to the cemetery, we don’t go very often, mostly because Dave would rather remember her in other places like the cabin, our home and especially the temple. I rarely ever see my husband cry, but in those moments of pondering and visiting one cannot hold back the tears. Dave’s mom was a beautiful women who loved her children and served others constantly. I cannot wait to be in her arms one day and thank her for raising the man I love.















Visiting Gram Burton and her family…





Anna wanted to take some photos…


We visited with JoJo for a VERY brief moment. One that both girls were being cranky so I felt bad.

We went to the country club for our annual Mother’s Day Brunch. This is a tradition we have had my whole life. It is a present from my Grandma to us all, but mostly to my mom so she doesn’t have to cook on Mother’s day. It was fun to finally have all the cousins together in their matching Easter outfits.








We struggled with trying to get a good family photo. Anna wanted to choose the spot and then Maddie wasn’t being cooperative. So I think these turned out quite good for what we had going for us. The last one is with my 94 year old Grandma! She is amazing.


I’ll be honest and admit I didn’t really enjoy the dinner since I was running after a crazy 18 month old and had done the same thing the night before. I actually cried on the way home, feeling frustrated that I couldn’t figure out how to control my cute little one and not get frustrated with my defiant 4 year old. We arrived home and I rocked my Maddie to sleep, feeling grateful to be a mother, despite the sometimes difficult journey. It was in this quiet moment that I offer a prayer to my Heavenly Father thanking him for what I have, but asking for his help and guidance. The spirit spoke to me that I need to be more fervent in prayer, inviting the spirit in our home. So this week I will try harder to be a better mother through help from on high.