Heaping piles of strawberries

I figured that no one would believe me if I didn’t start recording it, but this is easily the third time this year that we’ve pulled in this many strawberries. I stopped because I ran out of bowls and they started spilling out. We’ve enjoyed fresh home grown, sun ripened strawberries on homemade packcakes, waffles, in our cereal, maltomeal and with neighbors and friends. Some are a little late (they’re coming so fast it’s hard to keep up on them).

As a side note I went out to pick some strawberries so that Rachel and I could have a little treat. Today is our 7th wedding anniversary (huh?, side note!). We dropped the kids off this morning with a friend in our ward and went to do sealings at the temple (of course Rachel had scheduled it a few weeks ago). It was wonderful to be together in the temple and remember the blessings promised to us as we live faithful in the covenants we’ve made. We’ve already seen so many of those blessings come to pass.

Later in the day I played at the green space near our home with the girls, installed a ceiling fan in George’s room and we all went to a ward BBQ. Clara and I soaked each other in a huge water fight at the BBQ. She’s a pretty good aim with a water balloon. She’s even more effective with a cup full of ice water. Lydia didn’t want to get wet so she stayed pretty close to Mom and George.

The abundance of strawberries (did I mention we’ve gotten at least this many a few times already) is sort of how Rachel and I feel about our lives. The promised blessings of the Lord are real. As we keep the commandments, pay our tithing and fast offering, and love and serve our children, he prospers us. I’m not talking about money, but rather the things in the world that grow and taste sweet, right of the vine, like play time with the kids, a good job, living free from debt. These all come from living what the prophets and apostles have taught, both in the scriptures and in our day.

We hope that you all are well and happy. Sorry we don’t get around to see everyone as much as we’d like. As George gets a little older it might get easier.