Stripling Warriors' Mom: Birthday Princess-AISLYN

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Birthday Princess-AISLYN

Today was Aislyn's birthday. She is seven years old now. She is in first grade and just lost her top left incisor about two weeks ago. She loves to sing, dance and a creative choreographer. We all went out to dinner at Tepanyaki in Lehi and had Japanese food. The chef made our dinner at our table and made an onion birthday cake sculpture. The photo with the fire reaching almost to the ceiling is the raw onion stacked up and made into a flaming fire. We went there last year I think for Candice's birthday. It was the first time I had ever been there to eat.

We had a good time at dinner with her Dalley grandparents, Aaron, Candice, Ella, Parker, Aislyn and me. It was fun to take time out to celebrate Aislyn's birthday. Monday is a holiday, and there is a friends' birthday party for her here. It is always fun to have a birthday week. That way you can stretch out the festivities and milk it for all it is worth...right?

It is a joy to be present daily in their lives. Kids learn so much and if I am not there to see them doing the everyday stuff, I would miss out on a lot. Parker is growing so fast, and getting smarter everyday. He doesn't miss much. He knows where something is and doesn't forget it. He loves to come downstairs to my room. He brushes his hand on the door and calls "Grandma" He stands there looking up at me smiling and sucking his pacifier, walks in a takes over! So he thinks. I have to keep my bathroom door shut, because if he finds it opened he doesn't waste any time to dig out the squeegie and walks around with it. OR he opens the drawer and pulls out the vitamins. His favorite thing to do is to turn on the computer in my room, or turn off the computer in his room. The ON and OFF are so easy to do so he gets there faster than you can keep up with him.

Tara says he looks like Anderson Cooper, with those striking blue eyes. I think he looks like Great-Grandpa McIntire with those light eyes and mischievous look and speed in his step. He sure keeps Candice busy when she is trying to dress him, or cook dinner. He is a hand full that is for sure.

I consider it a blessing to be here with Aaron and family to witness up close and Thank them with all my heart for being with them at this time in my life. You are the best!!!

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Power to Act in God's Name

I believe and know very strongly that, " A man, young or old never stands taller than when he is doing his priesthood duties or responsibilities. Be it station as a Deacon, Teacher, Priest, Elder, High Priest, Home teacher, priesthood holder husband, father, son or grandfather, Bishop, or Prophet of God. He has a mantle about him that emanates and gives him the authority to act in God's name, and uses it in righteousness. It is a blessing to him and his family. To this I know that he raises the bar in doing his duty to God and his fellow man.”

" I stand in awe of the goodness that pervades within that soul who honors and lives up to his priesthood calling with a pure heart. It is evident to me and cannot be hidden. I believe that quality shines in their countenances and His image is radiated in their face's.

Insights by Anna 11.22.09

Touch of The Master's Hand

And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
" It was battered and scarred,
Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch