Time Flies Like an Arrow. Fruit Flies like a Banana.

Time truly does fly so quickly! I've been in Alaska since the very beginning of May and now I'm on the down hill of going back to Utah! Where did the summer go?!

I have so many favorite memories, experiences and blessings that have occurred over the past couple months and it would take ages to name them all but I wanted to point out a few of my favorites:

Rusty B.
He melts my heart quicker then butter on warm gluten-free bread.
He makes me laugh so SO so much.
He stresses me out when he tries to jump off couches, trampolines and tree-houses.
He goes to church with me every single Sunday and sings the songs with me.
He screams like a girl whenever you splash water on him. (Whoops..)
He runs up to me at the most random times. Hugs my neck really REALLY tight
and tells me that he loves me.

Reilly Sue Sue.
She is my sensitive angel princess.
She is the creative storyteller who will play games with me for hours.
She is the cat-whisperer and animal activist.
She is the shy yet adventurous girl who looks for ways to have more fun.
She is the only one who can read my emotions and ask me thought provoking questions.
She takes care of everyone. Always.
She starts laughing really hard and you just start laughing because of her laugh.
She is my heart.

Regan "Sweetie Plum."

Her quick wit will have you rolling on the floor from laughter.
Her spontaneous personality is wanted by everyone in order to have a good time.
Her compliments are said in statement form.
You can never doubt that she's telling the truth.
Her desire to be "the cool cat" is just a mask for her "sweetie plum" heart.
Her acceptance of you is long-lasting. Once you're "in," you're "in."
Her hugs are enveloping and so pure.

 I love being a Nanny in Alaska.

Finding A Home in Homer

Of course I should be in bed at least 30 minutes ago but there is something satisfying about being the only person awake in a home filled with so many people.

I need to share photos and I want to share but right now, I just wanted to comment on something swirling around my brain for the past couple of days:

1) What is a HOME? Countless songs, poems, stories and desires of individuals all collide around the singular thought of home. Is home "where the heart is?" Is home an actual physical place that exists where our parents or caregivers reside? How do you know if you're home? Well, through a series of unfortunate events, I've began a quest of finding "my home." A tender mercy that the Lord has granted me would have to be my summer plans of living in Alaska! Wowie oh wow! God is good. Another place that I always feel at home is within the temple. Like I said, God is good.

I'm grateful for homes and I'm especially grateful that God wants us to each seek to find our "homes" so that we can better recognize that feeling for when He takes us back to our original home.

One more time: God is good.