Sweet Mariko has been called to serve a mission in Japan and we got the awesome opportunity to a few hours with her before she needed to be dropped off at the MTC
A few weeks before she came I sent a message to the kids during church asking their opinions of what we should prepare for her little get together for her friends.
Me: "I want to have a party for Mariko. It will be for 1 hour. What should I serve?
cupcakes? fruit and fruit dip? chocolate fondue? You get to vote for 1 thing. Here's Amelia's response:
"i vote cupcakes cupcake and I think that dinner should be ribs dang it there is no cupcake emoji." Abbie voted Chocolate fondue. Amelia changed her answer to "fondue butts" and Max? He requested "donas and butcheke samdwichs"
(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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