I have been battling migraines again. It could be that I’ve been at this solo parenting thing for eight plus months and I’m just. worn. out. OR maybe it is that the kids have been extra hyper lately. Spring fever? The blood moon/lunar eclipse? As a former teacher, I can tell you that the full moon always did something wonky with my students and it seems to also carry over in the home. Andy sees the same weirdness creep into the ER during those moon phases. Either way, I am tired of getting migraines. And just tired in general. I’m working on a few projects (my novel and a children’s book for the Cook organization). I’d also like to be working on some woodworking projects, but haven’t found the time to do that. A lot of my days are just spent chasing kids around or getting them to doctor’s appointments or baseball or dance. Harvey and Maverick have both started baseball. Well, Harvey’s in t-ball, but same idea. Harvey loves it. He is using Mav’s old helmet, but he was complaining yesterday that it was too small for his head. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it was. This kid’s head is ginormous. We were supposed to go get shoes for the boys yesterday and new cleats for Max, but I ended up getting another migraine and totally spaced that we needed to do that. Maybe this week.
Beverly’s school play. She was a swordfish. 
Harvey was going to be a soldier for career day but… 
came downstairs as a farmer 
Beverly went as a teacher 
Notice the shoes Harvey put on for our morning walk… 
Bev didn’t have any sports gear for team day, so she went as a cheerleader. 
Harvey’s date. He counted down the days till we got to go together. 
One last walk with Molly before she went back to her own home.
Aside from the migraines and the fatigue, I really have so much to be grateful for. Andy’s grandma passed away this past week and now the two of us are grandparent-less… at least on this side of the veil. We have wonderful ancestors, including our grandparents who have left legacies of faith and hard work. Today in my journal I thought about the people I admire most. It isn’t the politicians of the world or even the celebrities. It is my grandparents. Their gentle example. They didn’t live lives of fame, or leave a mark in the world that everyone will remember, but I will. Through their examples they have showed me what really matters. Time with family, caring for those in need, and most of all turning to their Savior throughout their life both in times of trial as well as when things were good. It is because of the legacy of my pioneer ancestors that I am blessed with the gospel today. I think about them often and the sacrifices they made to provide the freedom for their decedents to worship how they might.