Brad's dad has been wanting to dedicate the grave of his parents for some time so the Danielsons (x2) made an effort to meet him in South Lake Tahoe before the Lassen camping trip. It was pouring rain so the actual prayer was brief but it was nice to be able to share that with Grandpa Gary. (Max was terrified to get out of the car. I assumed it was because of the rain. Not so. He didn't want to exit the car because we were at a cemetery and he was sure that we would be attacked by zombies.)

(In order to fully appreciate this post, you MUST put on the background music. Just click the play from youtube. This has potential to be a longagong post so you might as well enjoy some tunes. I did most of my training with these gentleman blasting in my ear. Vampire Weekend, I love you.) Here's the story with the gory details. Why do you tri? On October 18, 2004 I delivered a 16 week old boy in the same room of the American Fork hospital that I lost one six months earlier. (I get pregnant really easily.) The previous week I had seen the doctor and everything was looking good and right on track so yay for me. While the first one was devastating (a whole other post for a whole other day), it was number 2 that changed me. I was so angry at my body for betraying me and not letting me do what I wanted it to do. I figured I was doing all the "right things" with the taking care of myself so therefore, I would be able to carry the babies to term and everyone would live happily ...
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