In Honor of Sarah

Sarah Adleen Giles

 

her remarkable life & family 

Memories

give us

butterflies

in December.

with love, Nancy B.

 

 
- Camping - July 2009 -

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones

I use to know.

Provo - December 2008

 I have discovered why

we have no snow in Utah.

It was needed in Houston -

possibly requested by Sarah.

A Fancy Nancy Friend

A Fabulous
Fancy Nancy
Friend.
Joan Pitts
creates
awe-inspiring
centerpieces
for each
Relief Society
Dinner.


She readily
tutors
Fancy Nancys
in training


and blesses
the world
with her
creative genius,
exquisite jewelry


and divine ensembles.
Thankful for fine friends.

Fancy Nancy Friday

Today is the beginning of
'Fancy Nancy Friday'!
(I will explain the name
in a different post.)

I couldn't think of
a more fabulous person
to launch this adventure
than my dear friend,
Cherie Waters.


She is the creator
of these amazing ornaments.
I am the proud recipient
of these two.


My dazzling ornaments
have a place of honor
in my home
where I can see them
everyday in hopes
that they will remind me
of my God-given talents
that allow me to create.


To be inspired view this

*The change in font
is a nod to
my years of typing
my way through
high school and college
on an IBM Selectric.

The expanded vocabulary is
a nod to Fancy Nancy.
For the record - I was here
LLLOOONNGGGG before her!*

Blessed with . . .

(The view out my front door)

a loving husband,
kind children,
thoughtful in-laws,
beautiful grandchildren,
loving parents,
restored gospel,
dear friends,
comforts of home.

Life
at
the end
of the
rainbow
is blessed.

(Look closely & you'll see
the double rainbow.)

Angels Don't Have Wings!

First, a sincere apology to Susie for using this picture. We were 'late bloomers' (a bit of an understatement!).

Susie was my best friend growing up. All of my important dolls were named Susie or Susan and I absolutely planned on naming my first daughter (and possibly more) Susan. *Second apology - my daughters are named Elizabeth and Vanessa - sorry Susie.*

One day Susie gave a talk in Primary or Junior Sunday School (I can't remember which one). Her mom, Mrs. Fugal, was highly organized (especially for a mother of 12) and so, of course, Susie had a gospel picture for a visual aid. As I looked closely at the picture I was horrified to find that someone had neatly scribbled with BLUE MAGIC MARKER (I still love the smell of Magic Markers) all over the angel's wings until they were completely covered. I couldn't believe that this had happened on Mrs. Fugal's watch! I must say, that whoever had had hold of the marker had done a really nice job of covering all of the wings and even tried to blend them into the night sky.


Surely Susie wasn't going to use this damaged and altered picture in her talk. She even seemed proud of her picture. Finally, when I could stand it no longer I said, "Susie, you can't use that picture. It's been scribbled on."

Susie turned to me and with a very 'teacher-like' voice (and with some exasperation and 'I can't believe you don't know this') said . . .

"ANGELS DON'T HAVE WINGS!"

Mrs. Fugal had colored in the angels wings so that the angel would be 'up to gospel code'. Who knew? I surely didn't at that ripe young Primary age. So there you have it . . . angels don't have wings BUT in my life's experience I have learned that they do have . . .

willing hearts to take in and love a sister's family as she heals in a hospital,
listening ears that patiently listen to a broken heart and a mother's grief,
gentle hands to hold a fussy baby so that a young mother can try to remember what it feels like to not have someone attached to them 24/7,
steady feet to rush to the aid of a neighbor as the sirens get closer and closer,
wisdom to share that gives much needed perspective when you're so close to glass you have no idea if anything is in it, let alone if it's half empty/half full,
hearty laughter that brings tears to your eyes as you share the quirks that make up this life,
peace,
advice grounded in the gospel of Jesus Christ that reminds us why we're really here,
hope that 'this too will pass',
tears as they share your burden and comfort your soul,
food when you just can't think of being responsible for 'one more thing'!,
time (the most precious and fleeting of all gifts) to spend on you,
inspiration to know just when you need that call or that hug or that note and when to speak and when to just listen
and so many other things.

You're right, Mrs. Fugal, angels don't have wings - they don't need them!