Today is the last day of November and therefore the last day I will be thankful. Just kidding! I hope doing this for a month will help me continue to be grateful for everything I’m given in life, both big and small, for years to come. I have been blessed so much and I’m so thankful for all of it. It was given to me by Heavenly Parents who want me to experience the beauty of mortal life and use it as an opportunity to learn and grow and become. And it’s possible for me to get through this life because of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. So today I am thankful for my heavenly family: my Heavenly Father, my less talked about (but no less important) Heavenly Mother, and my Savior and older brother Jesus Christ.

I don’t know if I mentioned God in all of my posts, but I know I did in quite a few of them. I would be remiss not to have done that. I’m not the best at expressing my gratitude of things to the Ones who gave them to me, so I want this post to be one of the many times I get to say thank you. Thank you for giving me physical things to help my life be comfortable. Thank you for giving me family, both blood and not, so I am not alone. Thank you for allowing me to be born in a family that taught me the gospel and helped me develop my spirituality. Thank you for giving me experiences, both good and bad, that help me learn and grow. Thank you for loving me for me and showing me that eternal, unconditional love everyday.

Today I want to talk about one of my thankful thoughts I think about often. My parents headed back to Montana today and as I was thinking about their visit, I was reminded of everything they have done for me over the course of my life. I literally can’t list everything they’ve done for me, but I want to acknowledge a few of the things that crossed my mind today. Setting up a 529 for me so I didn’t have to pay for college by myself. Selling me my car for cheap so I had a way to get around while in school. Letting me call them several times a week as I walked home from campus so I didn’t feel so lonely. Helping to pay for gas, groceries, and clothes when I go shopping with them. Letting me live with them for 6 months when covid hit. Giving me not just a phone, but also a new laptop. Encouraging me to do things with my life that I want to do. Going with me on vacations (and paying for them). Letting me use their house in Utah to do my laundry. Teaching me about faith and hope and what it means to be a loving, eternal family. I couldn’t’ve asked for better parents. They’ve helped me to become who I am today and have given me a feeling of safety that I carry with me everywhere. I know if anything goes wrong in my life, I can rely on them. They aren’t perfect and neither am I, but I am so thankful for them and so thankful that I have an amazing relationship with them.

Today I had a big scare at work. Little Chelsea loves to stand up in her highchair and give me frequent heart attacks. Even though she does this often, I usually forget to buckle her into the seat when I put her in it. When there are 4 screaming children wanting food my mind is usually on how to get them to stop screaming as quickly as possible, not on making sure they’re all buckled into their highchairs properly. Today that bit me on the butt and Chelsea ended up falling out of her highchair and onto the hard kitchen floor. I saw her starting to try and stand, but was washing dishes so I told her to sit down and was going to finish washing the dish in my hand before going over to buckle her in. As I was going to put the dish on the drying rack, I heard a loud crash and Ezra started to cry. I whipped around and saw Chelsea on the floor with the tray laying next to her. She was stunned and not crying yet, but once she realized what happened she started to freak out. I snatched her up, quickly checked her for injuries, then held and soothed her until she calmed down. It took a couple of minutes for her to stop crying and a few more before she stopped hyperventilating. I don’t think my soul came back to my body until a few hours later. Miraculously, the only injury Chelsea had was a bruise on her forehead where the tray had hit her when it fell. I honestly have no idea how she even caused the tray to pop out (it takes me a lot of effort to get those suckers off the highchairs) or how she wasn’t more injured. I didn’t actually see her fall so I don’t know how she hit the ground and there was no mark to show me. I’m so glad that she is ok, but that’s not my thankful thought for today. Today I’m thankful for those times when something goes wrong, but it goes wrong in the best way possible.

Even though Chelsea stood up in her highchair every day, I continued to forget to buckle her in. If she ever fell, I always imagined her swan-diving off the side and landing on her head, which would’ve resulted in a much more severe injury. Or she could’ve landed on her arm or leg weird and broken them. In all the times I’ve seen her stand, I’ve never seen her lean forward and put any pressure on the tray. I don’t know why she did today, but because she fell forward onto the tray and not off to the side, she was barely hurt. My body goes cold when I think of all the ways she could have been injured. Because I was struggling to remember to buckle my kids in, I think God kept Chelsea safe as I learned my lesson. There are times in my life when God is trying to teach me a lesson or help me learn something and I just don’t get it. In those moments, He sometimes lets “bad” things happen to cement the lesson into my brain. You bet I started to brake sooner in the snow after I almost smashed into a car in front of me. You bet I never again turned an assignment in last minute after I got locked out of the submission page on a paper because the file wouldn’t load. And you bet I will always buckle my babies into their highchairs when I get them food. Mistakes, accidents, and bad things will happen to us. That’s part of life. But I believe God lets them happen to teach us a lesson and then uses them to show us His power and love by protecting us at the same time. I’m thankful He does. There’s a scale of “badness” that we end up on when things go wrong, but I’ve been very blessed to have most of my bad things be on the mild end instead of severe.

When my parents come down to Utah to visit, my mom jokes about how they’re in the “big city” now. Up in Montana, they live 10-15 minutes from the closest restaurant, which is in a tiny town. If they want to have a few options for food, or to do shopping, they have to drive 30-45 minutes into the bigger towns. But even those bigger towns are small compared to the cities in Utah. Here, you can drive from Provo to Ogden on I-15 and not leave the city feel. Both sides of the highway are lined with store after store, restaurant after restaurant. It can be a little overwhelming to me at times (I’m a mountain girl at heart) but today I’m thankful that I live in an area that has so much to offer.

My parents and brothers drove up to Sandy today and we all went out to eat at Outback. On my 10 minute drive there I drove down State St, which is basically one long strip of stores and restaurants. If I need a sit down restaurant, fast food, groceries, shoes, clothes, art supplies, you name it, all I have to do is drive 10 minutes and I could get any of those. It’s a comforting feeling knowing that if I ever have an emergency and need something quickly, I can get it very easily. Although it has made me a little lazy, I’m grateful for having everything close by.

As is usual when my family gets together, this afternoon was full of playing board games. We played a couple rounds of a game call Betrayal of the House on the Hill. It’s a game about exploring a haunted house and the spooky things that happen. You start the game by moving your character around the house and flipping tiles to reveal the different rooms. You read cards and roll dice to create different actions that add mystery and challenges to the game. At some point in the game a dice roll will start something called the “haunt”. There are many different scenarios of what the haunt could be (determined by the room you’re in and what item you have when the haunt was started) but it usually involves someone’s character teaming up with a monster and betraying everyone else by trying to kill them. Although it’s a game that doesn’t take much skill, it’s a lot of fun. In the spirit of board games, and why I spent so much time explaining just one, I’m thankful today for the variety of board games that have been created.

My love of board games was instilled in my by my dad. He loves to play games and always wants to play when we’re together. I’m pretty sure every time I’ve seen him the past 5 years he’s had a new game for us to try. We play games a lot when we get together as a family, much to my mom’s frustration (she has a hard time playing them for hours on end), and it’s something that helps me connect with my dad so I love it. But how boring would it be if we played the same game over and over again? Or if every game had the same kind of cards, the same kind of actions you could take, and the same goal at the end of the game? I would’ve gotten tired of playing games before I’d started high school! It’s really cool to me that there are so many different concepts put into games. They have different goals, actions, themes, cards, pieces, etc. Of course there are similar overlying aspects of games, but I love that there are hundreds of games in the world and no two are exactly the same. I’m grateful that the creativity of board game creators has led to my biggest hobby and a way for me to continually spend time with my family.

Today was a busy day so I’m going to keep this thankful thought short. Thrift stores are my jam. I love being able to get a pair of pants for less than $20 and shirts for under $10. I love that I can get toys for my babies at work and I don’t have to go bankrupt. I’ve found Christmas gifts, furniture, kitchen items, winter gear, and more at thrift stores. So today I’m thankful I am able to shop at thrift stores. I have very few things in my life that are brand new and because of that I’ve been able to stick to my budget and save a ton of money over the years.

When I turned 10 years old, my cousin Tara talked my parents into letting me get my ears pierced. I remember being in some random mall somewhere and going into Claire’s where all my dreams came true. When my parents decided they were going to move to Montana, my mom started to want to add more bling to her look. To pass on the tradition of getting piercings on decade birthdays, my mom and I went to Claire’s on her 50th birthday and got her ears pierced. Today I was thankful that my mom and I both have pierced ears.

I know that’s a pretty weird thing to be thankful for so let me explain. Today is Black Friday and my parents and I sat in the office at the Villa doing some online shopping for Christmas. My mom said she wanted some dangle earring with color so I went to work scrolling through page after page on Amazon. Since I wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted, I had her sit on the floor with me and look through all the earrings. I had so much fun “oohing” and “ahhing” over the pretty ones and laughing at the tacky ones. It was something really small, but I felt like it brought us together. It’s fun when my mom and I are together and end up wearing the same earrings (we have the same ones in different colors) or when we ask each other which ones will compliment what we’re wearing. Being in a relationship means making hundreds of small connections and having hundreds of small moments and I’m glad I had one of those connections and moments with my mom today.

On a day like Thanksgiving, I feel like I should be thankful for things like my family, my friends, my life, etc. I am grateful for all of that, but today I’m most grateful for food!

My mom and I spent about 3 hours getting all of our dishes ready for linner (we ate at 2) and it was all amazing. Kaitlyn did the turkey and it was so flavorful. We had mashed potatoes, mac n cheese, broccoli salad, green bean casserole, gravy, stuffing, and rolls. And of course we had pumpkin pie, apple crisp, and homemade ice cream. I try to control my portion sizes in everyday life, but today is the one day a year I can stuff myself guilt-free! Food is something that gives me joy in life and I’m grateful for the opportunity to celebrate that today.

Growing up with brothers is not always happy fun times, but it’s pretty fun to live close to both my brothers now. I love my brothers equally and get along quite well with both of them, but Zacky has always been my (not so) little buddy. Today I’m grateful for the past few months I’ve had with my little bro.

For a few months, Zack worked up north near where I live so he would stay over Monday nights so he wouldn’t need to drive down to Provo at night only to drive back up in the morning. I had so much fun doing dinner, chatting, and watching tv shows with him. He’s a pretty social person and likes to spend most of his free time hanging with the boys so I don’t see him that often. I have loved having that one night a week where he has to come hang out with me. I’m sad he switched jobs but I’m so glad I had that bit of time to spend time with him. We didn’t actually take any pictures when we hung out, but here are some of my favorite pics of him and us.

For the past few days my parents have been in Missouri with my grandparents. Tonight I picked them up from the airport and drove us all down to Orem. Being able to do that is just one example of why I’m so grateful for my car.

I bought my car from my parents when I went back to college after my mission in 2019. She’s a 2004 Honda Accord and has been fantastic. Because she’s old, we’ve definitely had some problems and there are times when I don’t appreciate her because I have to spend $450 to fix the ignition switch or her tire blows out in the middle of nowhere Montana, but we’ve made it through. I’ve been able to get groceries in the middle of winter, drive to visit my parents and Hannah when I’ve wanted to, and commute to a job that’s 40 minutes away. I can drive through the mountains with the windows down and music up when I need to clear my head and get away from the city. I’ve made 11pm ice cream runs and 6am grocery trips without having to worry about creepy people on public transportation. Having my car has given me freedom I didn’t even know I needed. We’ve been through a lot, the Fire Queen and I, and I’m thankful she’s in my life.