A Time of Gratitude

Last Sunday we heard that our beloved prophet, President Hinckley, had died. I have spent a lot of time this week thinking about how grateful I am for his life of service. I can't think of anyone in recent times who has given more for the church. He isn't the only one who inspires me. As I get to serve as Relief Society President in my ward I am so inspired by all the service I see people in the ward doing. It's a real testimony builder to me to see how wonderful and unselfish some people are as they really live the gospel. I have this calling so that I can learn from these wonderful people.

I can't have a new post without a photo of one of the grandkids. We watched Harlee again last night for a while. Her sweet little personality reminds me so much of Heather at that age.

Winter is getting very old. I find myself dreaming of spring nearly every day. Yesterday we made reservations for a couple of trips which helps the cabin fever. We got our reservations for our annual Redfish Lake trip.

Then we got reservations to take a trip with Brenda and Steve to Arches. We will take the motorcycles there (we'll tow them there, not ride them from Idaho Falls) and camp in Arches. It should be a great trip. I love Arches and Canyonlands. The beauty there is beyond description. Here is a photo from our 2005 trip there.