Love at Home

One of my mother's
favorite hymns -


There is beauty all around
There is joy in ev'ry sound.


Peace and plenty here abide
Smiling sweet on ev'ry side.


Time doth softly, sweetly glide
When there's love at home.


In the cottage there is joy
Hate and envy ne'er annoy.


Roses bloom beneath our feet
All the earth's a garden sweet,


Making life a bliss complete
When there's love at home.


Kindly heaven smiles above
All the world is filled with love


Sweeter sings the brooklet by;
Brighter beams the azure sky.


Oh, there's One who smiles on high
When there's love at home.

The Hope Spring Brings . . .

The day

the Lord
created hope

was probably
the same day
he created
spring.

- Bern Williams -

March

Dear Miss March,

You are a fickle month.
Toying with my hopes
of warm days and
blooming flowers
only to dash them
with a fresh,
but temporary,
blanket of
white snow.

I will pull off
my boots and
dust off my
garden books
as I wait,
impatiently,

for you
to make up
your mind.

Sincerely,
Nancy B.

March Gladness!

Jason has had 16 years of practice
when it comes to sharing a birthday.
You couldn't ask for a cuter sister
to share the day with!

Our boys basketball team
is complete!
Jason & Kelli found out
the sex of their baby
on March 10th.
Surprise!!!!!

Kelli practicing with Baby Asher

They're
BABIES
(yes, you read that right)
and they're BOYS!


I just happen to know
a great coach &
assistant coach!


Look out Final Four -
our team will be
arriving at the Dance
in 2030.

Announcing the Safe Arrival of . . .

Asher Moroni Borchardt
9 lb. 7 oz.
21 inches long
Dark hair

Very long finger and toe nails
Arrived after 2 hours of
induced labor
and three pushes.
Mother & baby are doing great.

A St. Paddy's postscript . . .

It hit me this morning like a 300 lb. leprechaun (wishing it was gold)! Maybe the Danes (refer to post below) thought Elder W. was selling this -


Which is unfortunate because all Mormons
know that -


And that the reported (and alleged) side effects on the brain are few :)


Hmmm, maybe the Irish would have been more receptive to a man in a green suit.
We'll never know :(

It's Not Easy Wearing Green

While serving his mission in the Danish homeland, Mr. W. purchased a new suit. Being extremely red/green color blind, he was unaware of the fact that his new suit was GRASS GREEN, not an appropriate shade of missionary brown. I am still not clear why his companion did not point out the mistake - very uncharitable behavior in my book - but the fact of the matter is . . . he did not. So Elder W. dutifully put on his grass green suit and knocked on the doors of unsuspecting Danes. Needless to say, Elder W. served two faithful years walking/biking the rolling green hills of Denmark without one baptism.

Upon his return, he enrolled in BYU, began teaching Danish at the brand spanking new MTC and eventually found his true love (me) at a Young Adult activity at Mutual Dell. Fast forward a few charming and love-filled months to our marriage and the combining of all of our earthly possessions including the Grass Green suit (which now sported a matching Grass Green and yellow striped tie)! I must hand it to Mr. W. - he is very consistent in his color-blindness.

Two things quickly became apparent: First - I'm not sure, but I think that grass green suit could have possibly hindered the success of Elder W. as he knocked on those Danish doors. Would YOU open a door to a 6 foot 2 inch man in a grass green suit? Second - The grass green suit HAD to go. It proudly became our first DI donation as a married couple (I threw in the tie for good measure).

Never would I have anticipated that twenty years later our two boys would bemoan the day I donated the suit but I rest better at night knowing that Mr. W. goes out the door every day color coordinated in respectable shades of navy and gray.

Oh course, tomorrow IS St. Patrick's Day . . . a little green never hurt anyone :)

Legal disclaimer: First, no leprechauns were offended in the making of this entry and, second, I just couldn't resist another look at The Munchin Mayor. Sorry Liz.

Oh, and
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Enjoy the green and a moment of silence for those who can't.