Saturday, January 22, 2011


If this were a movie, you would be pretty sure about now that tragedy was about to strike, because

Lexi brought me this poem tonight.
Read on...

Never Enough

Sometimes I know the words to say,
Give thanks for all you've done,
But then they fly up and away
As quickly as they came.

How can I possibly thank you enough,
The one who makes me whole,
The one  I owe many sorry's
For things I shouldn't have done.

The one who tucked me in at night,
Who used to stop me from crying
The one who was the expert
At making a day go flying.

The one who saw me walk to school
And spent many hours at home
Yet magically had a smile,
As soon as I came home.

The one who makes such sacrifices
To keep me always endured.
Who lets me have privledges
That I've always earned.

Who paints the world a rainbow,
When it's filled with horrid nightmares,
Who explains it all so clearly,
When nothing else matters.

Are there really any words for this?
I find this question tough...
Anything I want to say,
Just doesn't seem enough.

What way is there to thank you,
For your pounding heart and tears,
For ten thousand little things you've done,
For oh-so-many years.

For changing with me as I changed,
Accepting all my love.
Not loving 'cause I have to,
But loving, 'cause I do.

For never giving up on me,
When your wits had reached their end,
For always being proud of me,
For being my best friend. 

And so I come to realize,
The only way to say,
The only "thank you" that's enough,
Is clear in just one way.

Look at me before you,
see what I've become,
Do you see yourself in me?
The job that you have done?

All your hopes and all your dreams,
The strength in us both,
A transfer over many years,
Your best was passed to me,

Thank you for the gifts you give,
For everything you do,
But thank you, Mommy, most of all
For loving me with all your heart. 

                                  By Lexi

W.O.W.  See what I mean?  "And in the next scene, Lexi gets eaten by a shark."  or "...Cinnamon develops spleen cancer."  or "there is massive earthquake and they are seperated on either side of the impassable New Grand Canyon."  I just hope The Great Producer is not so predictable.  Lexi's poetic Great-Grandma Lewis says that she would know if she'd written a good  poem if she read it to Great-Grandpa Lewis
and it made him cry. 
In my book at least, this certainly qualifies.  Love you Lex.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Saturday, January 15, 2011

December Days

'Twas the month after Christmas and we wanted to remember
The fun that we'd had in the days of December. 

So I've uploaded pictures and thought up some rhymes
To tell you our tale of the happiest of times.

First to view lights in Salt Lake we did go

With the Spanish Branch to see temple square and the snow.

Then to Christmas programs, we had more than one.

To see Lily dance and play "klinkers" was fun.

Birthdays, we had 3 in one week alone!

 and Chaddy, who was turning one.

Sagey turned 3 and she got art supplied.

Lexi, a teen! displayed cougar pride.

Chad, in his first year, developed a penchant
For balls and for trucks, so those were his presents.

The Branch threw a party.  We had breakfast outside.

The  Mortensens came to give children train rides!

Of the children with Santa, Miss Esther took pictures.  
With camera in hand, she sure is a wizard!
Everyone sat with Santa, except for teen Lex

No screamers this year, just wait untill next!

Soon Christmas Day came, with joy in its wake,
But my eyelids tell me it's time for a break!