Make a Space for Joy

I was thinking about a one woman musical that was popular when I was at BYU. It is called Polly. It's the story of a pioneer woman (the great, great who knows how many greats grandmother of Janice Kapp Perry) and her experience in joining the church and moving out west. There is a part in the video where Polly gets a letter telling her that her daughter had been killed. She sings a song called, "Make a Space for Joy" that I think is so wonderful and helps me understand a little better about why I need to take life one day at a time. Here are some of the words:

If I’d know from the start what would happen
If I’d known in my heart, well then, what then?
But I chose right
I felt it all along
If I had known what would happen
I might have chosen wrong.
Is that why you keep us guessing?
Is our ignorance protection?
Is it really just a blessing in disguise?
Could you celebrate a birthday
Knowing life would soon be past you?
Could you spend the sweat to build a house
You knew would not outlast you?
Could you bear to love the children
Who would die before their season?
We’d miss so much of happiness
And maybe that’s the reason not to know
To free us from the burden of the future
And make a space for joy

To make a space for joy.

Eight Week Ultrasound

Second post (by the way, this is Blake again). I'm sure everyone thought the Elmo's fire post was submitted by Jennifer - she always throws the most random things on the blog.

Anyway, today was the first ultrasound. I'll let Jennifer add all of the details. Here is the picture. You obviously can't see the heart beating in this still image but it was flickering away like a little hummingbird during the ultrasound.

St. Elmo's Fire

Okay, I have two posts today. First, back by popular demand, I present the tribute to the infamous 1980's Brat Pack flick, St. Elmo's Fire.
St. Elmo's Fire is actually a weather phenomenon in which air molecules ionize creating a plasma which arcs upward into the atmosphere appearing somewhat like lightning from a thunderstorm.

Raegan is All Wet

Let's just say that Raegan likes to play with water. I guess it's better than playing with fire. Am I right? eh? eh? Am I right?
It's a little blurry because we took the video through the sliding glass door--otherwise we would have been wet, too. :)

Abinadi and King Noah are hot in there

Raegan loves to read the scriptures. Can you tell what her favorite story is? I wonder if that comes from living in Arizona. . .

Why?

Isn't a blog supposed to be where we can say whatever and have it not make total sense? Just ramble. . .
I was looking at my friend's blog (Jackson Familia link) and kept asking myself, "Why do I get to keep my baby and my friend has to lose his?" That thought goes through my mind over and over and I can't find an answer. I can't even begin to understand just how difficult losing a child can be, and I don't ever want to. My heart aches enough for Vic and Molly. How I wish there was something I could do to ease the pain, but I have learned that sometimes experiencing pain is the only way to learn what is necessary for us to learn in order to become more like our Father in Heaven. I remember in Elder Scott's talk "Trust in the Lord" he says our Father in Heaven and Jesus Christ would not require us to experience a moment more of difficulty than is absolutely needed for our personal benefit or for that of those we love. I just pray Heavenly Father will let Blake and I carry some of that burden for them. I just don't know what else to do, and it kills me to see such a wonderful family in so much pain.