Saturday, November 20, 2010

Gratitude for Don

It's that time of year when we are reminded to express gratitude for the blessings in our lives. I honestly think that we should express that gratitude more often, even daily to our spouses.

A year ago we were homeless and living with Don's parents in California. This year we are in our own home and enjoying Arizona. Don always had faith that the Lord would bless us beyond our wildest dreams and He has.

I so grateful for a wonderful husband. I could list all of the things that he is not (that I unfortunately had to endure with other husbands), but instead will say what he is.

Don is kind and generous to all he comes in contact with. He will give the beggar our last $20 and know that it really wasn't his (Don's) money in the first place. I have seen him raise the spirits of those in need so many times.

Don is compassionate with me. He empathizes with me when I get sick and is right there to take care of me and serve me. It's so amazing the things he does for me, not only when I'm sick, but every day.

Don is dedicated to the Lord. He takes his relationship with the Lord seriously, scripture study and prayer are not hit and miss with him. They are daily habits. He is always ready, willing and worthy to give a Priesthood blessing. He magnifies his calling. He truly loves those he serves and we spend hours each day talking about the Young Single Adults and how we can help them.

Don loves his children. He loves being a daddy and a grandpa. He helps them in any way he can and is committed to being a good daddy.

Don increases his knowledge daily. He doesn't watch TV, but instead reads and learns new things that will help us become more healthy and strong. Sometimes it seems like he is a walking medical encyclopedia. I can ask him questions and he knows the answers, thus saving me the task of looking them up.

Don encourages me to be creative. Early in our marriage Don noticed how happy I was as a homemaker and creator. I love to make things and he has been so supportive in my quest to create.

Don is my sweetheart. He is the one who holds me when I get anxious and nervous. He is the one I love to dance with.

He is a gentleman and will hold my hand, open the door, help me with my coat and put his coat on me if I get cold. He lets me sit by the window on the airplane. He'll carry my purse and scriptures for me.

He lets me drive if I want to, he doesn't always have to drive. He takes me for walks. He give me back rubs and foot massages. He makes special music CDs for me with all of my favorite songs. He always offers to buy me a soda or a candy bar when we're checking out at the store.

He is my traveling companion and will read books to me while we drive, or vice versa. He makes sure we have a private room whenever we travel. He lets me sleep in EVERYDAY. He makes me treats, like ice cream and cheese w/apples.

He likes having his picture take with me. I love having my picture taken with him.

He exercises at least once a day, if not twice. He eats good things and watches his diet.

He can fix things. He can fix the car, the motorcycle, the plumbing, the pool, the walls, the lights, the speakers, the fridge, the cabinets, the dishwasher, and the list goes on. He is a great handyman and mechanic.

He is my true love and I love him with all of my heart, forever and ever.



Persimmon Cookies

Persimmon Cookies

1 c Butter


1 c Sugar


1 Egg


1 c Persimmon pulp

1 tsp. Soda


1 tsp. baking powder

½ tsp salt

2 c Flour

1/2 tsp. Cinnamon


1/2 tsp. Cloves

1/2 tsp. Nutmeg

Cream butter and sugar.


Beat in egg and pulp.


Add dry ingredients.


Place on greased cookie sheet.

Bake at 350 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Home in Arizona

I realized today that I've been using Facebook more and not blogging as faithfully as I should be. It's amazing how much has happened since I last blogged, but then I guess you can always check out Facebook to see what has happened in our lives. So I'll start from today.

We still absolutely love our home in Waddell, Arizona. It is huge, but wonderful and perfect for us. We have room for people to visit and stay the night which we have really never had. We have set up four bedrooms with either queen or king size beds. Each one has it's own bathroom or semi-private bathroom.

We finally have a real living room, not at living room/family room/kitchen. It is so nice to have a separate living room and dining room.

We did move a lot of stuff from our storage containers at the office and have been able to find places for it here.

The weather is very pleasant this time of year - getting into the 80s and sunny. The pool temperature is 82. Don checks it every day to see where it is at. I'm a wimp and won't go in unless is over 90. Yeah, I know.

We've been painting around the house to cover all of the previous owner's unfinished projects.

Yesterday we painted the exercise room. It was lime green and hot pink. (Now you know why we got such a good deal on the house.) We painted one wall tan and three walls off white. It matches the other colors in the house.

Don has been building cornices for the house as well. He made some beautiful cornices for the family room and dinette that match the dark wood of the cabinetry. He is so good at putting things together.

We have moved the sign machine into the 2nd floor loft/my office and have it all plugged in. Now I just need to learn how to use it. Should be fun.


Friday, April 9, 2010

Arizona Home Sweet Home

Just wanted to put a little post up and say that we are in our house.  It is a fixer upper, but we love it.  We have been in it a month and I am still unpacking boxes that we packed before our mission to New Orleans and had in storage.  It is fun to see all of our favorite books back on the shelves and see clothes that I had forgotten that I owned.  

Life is great.  We are both working hard and glad to have Don's parents so close.  

We love our ward and our neighbors.  We live across the street from the Bishop and next door to the Relief Society President. 

I've especially enjoyed meeting up with old friends and people that I served with years ago when I lived here.