My other home

I love going home during the summertime. My visits are always full of laughing ourselves to tears, yummy food, endless days on the beach, 30-minute hikes (accompanied, of course, by cranky children) taking 2 hours, cousins bonding, restless sleeping, shopping, the exchange of knowing smiles or eye rolling. It's completely and utterly exhausting in the best way possible. I can't really explain how I feel at home except...well, home.

Meredith, me, Mom, Lindsey

Porter, Grandpaw and the banana

Nathan, Porter, Connor, Lincoln, Tyler, Joshua

Grandpa Great

On July 21, Grandpa Great joined his sweetheart on the other side of the veil, just 6 months after her mortality was abandoned. I've been weeping on and off for a couple weeks now, but also have this overwhelming sense of appreciation and happiness to know that he and Grandma Great are reunited, dancing together again. Just like Grandma, Grandpa may as well have been my biological grandparent. They never made me feel like I was anything less than an absolute part of their legacy.

Greg called me a few days before Grandpa's passing as he was leaving Grandpa's house for what he was sure would be his last visit. He told me he felt like he had said his final goodbye to Grandpa. I've only been part of the Kemp family for 9-1/2 years and I feel like I've lost my own grandpa. But I know that, even though I know their history through stories, Greg's relationship with Grandpa has always been a huge part of his life. More than a grandparent, Grandpa was one of his dearest friends and valued mentors.

The little boys and I were planning to visit Grandpa on the way home from our summer visit to Tahoe. After talking to Greg, I worried we wouldn't make it in time. We didn't. But I had the chance to speak with him a couple times before he went, including the morning of the day he passed. He was weak and couldn't speak, but Elaine said he tried to respond when I told him how special he was to me and much I loved him...and when Porter yelled over the phone, "I yub you Gwampa-Gwate!"

It turned out that by postponing my trip home from Tahoe by only 1 day, the little boys and I were able to gather with the Kemps in Utah for Grandpa's memorial. It was only 8 weeks after we had all gathered with Grandpa on Memorial Day, visiting Grandma under the silver oak in Provo Cemetery and appreciating the epitomizing beauty of the headstone recently erected...just waiting for the engraved date of Grandpa's reunion with his sweetheart.

The memorial service was perfect. Grandpa was not only the strong and capable patriarch of a huge family, he was an example and mentor to hundreds of people whose paths he crossed in the Church or throughout the community. He changed lives. Not just those of his family, but anyone he came in contact with. He was that man.

It was hard to say goodbye to Grandpa. Hard to understand that he wouldn't join us at family dinners or at Christmastime or host family barbecues in his immaculate yard. But I think it was harder to say goodbye to Grandma in January. When she passed, we witnessed their separation. Him without her. At least with his passing, we know they are happily reunited again, free of their tormented mortal bodies.

From Elaine's obituary: "How fitting that as we think of Wars, Veterans, Independence, and Pioneers who sought for Freedom in this month of July, that we also pay tribute to Shirl's life. He is finally free from the ravages of lymphoma. Shirl is a war veteran in more ways than one: as a sub vet, as a battle scarred heart disease and cancer hostage four times, and in one other way, as a veteran of the War in Heaven . . .

In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea
With a Glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Some stand out in this eternal war to make men free. Shirl D. Kemp is one who is a Family Captain of Freedom. He has been transfigured to rest in the glory of Christ's bosom. His life is a witness to the Plan of Salvation. He has become a lily of beauty in the Plan, through faith and repentance and obedience and sacrifice. He has lived to make his family free. He has loved The Commander, even the Lord of Hosts, the Savior, Jesus Christ. We salute you and love, dad. You are top side now!"

When Uncle Keith had a turn at the pulpit during the funeral, he quoted: "Life isn't over for a faithful LDS member until they are safety dead, with their testimony burning brightly." Grandpa lit a fire in all of us. It is now our job to pass that light and love and knowledge to our children. And we've got some big shoes to fill.

Discovery

Lincoln saw my belly button today and was thrilled to discover proof that I am human too.

I love imagination

Ethan's newest pet is a pink plastic fish he found on the beach last summer. It has resurfaced and now lives in a glass Ball jar on his dresser. He fed it two peices of grass for dinner tonight. Apparently the fish isn't hungry.

T-ball

There is seriously nothing cuter than going to watch littles play T-ball. While those in the outfield are busying themselves with dandelions and throwing grass, those playing infield wait eagerly for the ball to be knocked off the tee, and then race toward it and tackle each other in competition like they were playing pee-wee football. After peeling the kids out of the pileup, they take their positions again, anxiously awaiting their next opportunity to be star . . . and touch the ball.

By the way, the solo picture of Ethan above was a total fluke. It was a moment of thought captured between numberless photos of funny poses and monster faces. Thank goodness for rapid fire photography!

changin' it up

There is a reason I don't post many pictures of myself on our blog. I, like many people, have a hard time looking at myself in pictures, finding that I never look the way I envision myself. But, in the interest of sharing my new rockstar 'do with everyone dying to see it, I have finally caved. Get your fill because it will probably be a long while before another picture of me surfaces.

I've been trying to get this look for a long time, but have been unsuccessful in finding anyone who could get me here...until now. I have a new hairdresser for life! The pictures still don't quite do it justice. If you want to get a genuine feel for it, get in your car and start driving.

Welcome to the mega-blonde me

Our newest addition

Before Dakota had been gone even a week, we were looking for another puppy. We still miss her, a fact that Lincoln reminds me of often. I thought I would be fine without another dog - the yard would be easier to play in and care for, the boys could spend time outside without being accosted by a hyper puppy, etc. But it didn't take much convincing until I was sold on the idea.

Boone was the only yellow lab pup in a whole litter of jet black siblings. He is spunky and sweet and the boys (yes, and I) are already in love. We picked him up in Utah after a marvelous Memorial Day weekend with family and he rode home in the Durango with me and the boys, who absolutely delighted at his every move.

Trying to get 5 boys to sit still for a good picture? Never gonna happen...

And . . . Greg started a new job with Questar Gas last week which finds him leaving the house at 6:30 in the morning (instead of 5) and coming home at 3:30 every afternoon (instead of between 6:30 and 8)! Are we loving the new schedule? Yes we are. This is the most fabulous schedule we've had in the history of our marriage and we're eating it up. Greg can spend more time with Ethan at T-ball (as opposed to my time spent chasing the little boys while he practices and plays), has more time for family outings, and more time to spend training and playing with Boone; not to mention that I often find myself grocery shopping solo these days while the boys play at home with dad. Wahoo!

We are happy and settled again. We are blessed with solidarity, health and perspective. If only summertime would find its way to Pinedale, I would have nothing to complain about.